"Great God!--what delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?"

     "No delusion--no madness: your mind, sir, is too strong for delusion, your health too sound for frenzy."

     "And where is the speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! I cannot see, but I must feel, or my heart will stop and my brain burst. Whatever--whoever you are--be perceptible to the touch or I cannot live!"

     He groped; I arrested his wandering hand, and prisoned it in both mine.

     "Her very fingers!" he cried; "her small, slight fingers! If so there must be more of her."

     The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized, my shoulder--neck--waist--I was entwined and gathered to him.

     "Is it Jane? What is it? This is her shape--this is her size--"

     "And this her voice," I added. "She is all here: her heart, too. God bless you, sir! I am glad to be so near you again."

     "Jane Eyre!--Jane Eyre," was all he said.