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I proceeded： at last my way opened； the trees thinned a little； presently I beheld a railing； then the house—scarce； by this dim light； distinguishable from the trees； so dank and green were its decaying walls。 Entering a portal； fastened only by a latch； I stood amidst a space of enclosed ground； from which the wood swept away in a semicircle。 There were no flowers； no garden…beds； only a broad gravel…walk girdling a grass…plat； and this set in the heavy frame of the forest。 The house presented two pointed gables in its front； the windows were latticed and narrow： the front door was narrow too； one step led up to it。 The whole looked； as the host of the Rochester Arms had said； “quite a desolate spot。” It was as still as a church on a week…day： the pattering rain on the forest leaves was the only sound audible in its vicinage。
“Can there be life here？” I asked。
Yes； life of some kind there was； for I heard a movement—that narrow front…door was unclosing； and some shape was about to issue from the grange。
It opened slowly： a figure came out into the twilight and stood on the step； a man without a hat： he stretched forth his hand as if to feel whether it rained。 Dusk as it was； I had recognised him—it was my master； Edward Fairfax Rochester； and no other。
I stayed my step； almost my breath； and stood to watch him—to examine him； myself unseen； and alas！ to him invisible。 It was a sudden meeting； and one in which rapture was kept well in check by
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