oked out； it snowed fast； a drift was already forming against the lower panes； putting my ear close to the window； i could distinguish from the gleeful tumult within； the disconsolate moan of the wind outside。
probably； if i had lately left a good home and kind parents； this would have been the hour when i should most keenly have regretted the separation； that wind would then have saddened my heart； this obscure chaos would have disturbed my peace！ as it was； i derived from both a strange excitement； and reckless and feverish； i wished the wind to howl more wildly； the gloom to deepen to darkness； and the confusion to rise to clamour。
jumping over forms； and creeping under tables； i made my way to one of the fire…places； there； kneeling by the high wire fender； i found burns； absorbed； silent； abstracted from all round her by the panionship of a book； which she read by the dim glare of the embers。
“is it still rasselas？” i asked； ing behind her。
“yes；” she said； “and i have just finished it。”
and in five minutes more she shut it up。 i was glad of this。 “now；” thought i； “i can perhaps get her to talk。” i sat down by her on the floor。
“what is your name besides burns？”
“helen。”
“do you e a long way from here？”
“i e from a place farther north； quite on the borders of scotland。”
“will you ever go back？”
“i hope so； but nobody can be sure of the future。”
“you must wish to leave lowood？”
“no！ why should i？ i was sent to lowood to get an education； and it would be of no use going away until i have attained that object。”
“but that teacher； miss scatcherd； is so cruel to you？”
“cruel？ not at all！ she is severe： she dislikes my faults。”
“and if i were in your place i should dislike her； i should resist her。 if she struck me with that rod； i should get it from her hand； i should break it under her nose。”
“probably you would do nothing of the sort： but if you did； mr。 brocklehurst would expel you from the school； that would be a great grief to your relations。 it is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself； than to mit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you； and besides； the bible bids us return good for evil。”
“but then it seems disgraceful to be flogged； and to be sent to stand in the middle of a room full of people； and you are such a great girl： i am far younger than you； and i could not bear it。”
“yet it would be your duty to bear it； if you could not avoid it： it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear。”
i heard her with wonder： i could not prehend this doctrine of endurance； and still less could i understand or sympathise with the forbearance she expressed for her chastiser。 still i felt that helen burns considered things by a light invisible to my eyes。 i suspected she might be right and i wrong； but i would not ponder the matter deeply； like felix； i put it off to a more convenient season。
“you say you have faults； helen： what are they？ to me you seem very good。”
“then learn from me； not to judge by appearances： i am； as miss scatcherd said； slatternly； i seldom put； and never keep； things； in order； i am careless； i forget rules； i read when i should learn my lessons； i have no method； and sometimes i say； like you； i cannot bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements。 this is all very provoking to miss scatcherd； who is naturally neat； punctual； and particular。”
“and cross and cruel；” i added； but helen burns would not admit my addition： she kept silence。
“is miss temple as severe to you as miss scatcherd？”
at the utterance of miss temple’s name； a soft smile flitted over her grave face。
“miss temple is full of goodness； it pains her to be severe to any one； even the worst in the school： she sees my errors； and tells me of them gently； and； if i do anything worthy of praise； she gives me my meed liberally。 one strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is； that even her expostulations； so mild； so rational； have not influence to cure me of my faults； and even her praise； though i value it most highly； cannot stimulate me to continued care and foresight。”
“that is curious；” said i； “it is so easy to be careful。”
“for you i have no doubt it is。 i observed you in your class this morning； and saw you were closely attentive： your thoughts never seemed to wander while miss miller explained the lesson and questioned you。 now； mine continually rove away； when i should be listening to miss scatcherd； and collecting all she says with assiduity； often i lose the very sound of her voice； i fall into a sort of dream。 sometimes i think i am in northumberland； and that the noises i hear round me are the bubbling of a little brook which runs through deepden； near our house；—then； when it es to my turn to reply； i have to be awakened； and having heard nothing of what was read for listening to the visionary brook； i have no answer ready。”
“yet how well you replied this afternoon。”
“it was mere chance； the subject on which we had been reading had interested me。 this afternoon； instead of dreaming of deepden； i was wondering how a man who wished to do right could act so unjustly and unwisely as charles the first sometimes did； and i thought what a pity it was that； with his integrity and conscientiousness； he could see no farther than the prerogatives of the crown。 if he had but been able to look to a distance； and see how what they call the spirit of the age was tending！ still； i like charles—i respect him—i pity him； poor murdered king！ yes； his enemies were the worst： they shed blood they had no right to shed。 how dared they kill him！”
helen was talking to herself now： she had forgotten i could not very well understand her—that i was ignorant； or nearly so； of the subject she discussed。 i recalled her to my level。
“and when miss temple teaches you； do your thoughts wander then？”
“no； certainly； not often； because miss temple has generally something to say which is newer than my own reflections； her language is singularly agreeable to me； and the information she municates is often just what i wished to gain。”
“well； then； with miss temple you are good？”
“yes； in a passive way： i make no effort； i follow as inclination guides me。 there is no merit in such goodness。”
“a great deal： you are good to those who are good to you。 it is all i ever desire to be。 if people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust； the wicked people would have it all their own way： they would never feel afraid； and so they would never alter； but would grow worse and worse。 when we are struck at without a reason； we should strike back again very hard； i am sure we should—so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again。”
“you will change your mind； i hope； when you grow older： as yet you are but a little untaught girl。”
“but i feel this； helen； i must dislike those who； whatever i do to please them； persist in disliking me； i must resist those who punish me unjustly。 it is as natural as that i should love those who show me affection； or submit to punishment when i feel it is deserved。”
“heathens and savage tribes hold that doctrine； but christians and civilised nations disown it。”
“how？ i don’t understand。”
“it is not violence that best overes hate—nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury。”
“what then？”
“read the new testament； and observe what christ says； and how he acts； make his word your rule； and his conduct your example。”
“what does he say？”
“love your enemies； bless them that curse you； do good to them that hate you and despitefully use you。”
“then i should love mrs。 reed； which i cannot do； i should bless her son john； which is impossible。”
in her turn； helen burns asked me to explain； and i proceeded forthwith to pour out； in my own way； the tale of my sufferings and resentments。 bitter and truculent when excited； i spoke as i felt； without reserve or softening。
helen heard me patiently to the end： i expected she would then make a remark； but she said nothing。
“well；” i asked impatiently； “is not mrs。 reed a hard…hearted； bad woman？”
“she has been unkind to you； no doubt； because you see； she dislikes your cast of character； as miss scatcherd does mine； but how minutely you remember all she has done and said to you！ what a singularly deep impression her injustice seems to have made on your heart！ no ill…usage so brands its record on my feelings。 would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity； together with the passionate emotions it excited？ life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs。 we are； and must be； one and all； burdened with faults in this world： but the time will soon e when； i trust； we shall put them off in putting off our corruptible bodies； when debasement and sin will fall from us with this cumbrous frame of flesh； and only the spark of the spirit will remain；—the impalpable principle of light and thought； pure as when it left the creator to inspire the creature： whence it came it will return； perha