PARTFIVE-THENEXTMRS.ROCHESTERCHAPTERTWENTY-FIVEHappiness FerndeanManorwasaprettyoldhouseintheforest.AsIcamenear,thedoorofthehouseopenedandEdwardRochestercameout!AsIwatchedhimIfeltbothhappyandsad.Helookedasstrongasbeforeandhishairwasstillblack,butinhisfaceIsawabitter,desperatelookthatwasnottherebefore.Theblindmanwalkedslowlyalongthepath.Manytimeshelookeduphopefullyatthesky,butitwasclearthathecouldseenothing.Afterawhilehestoppedwalking.Rainfellonhisbenthead.Finallyhewalkedslowlybacktothehouseandclosedthedoor.WhenIknockedatthedoor,Mr.Rochester'soldservant,John,openedit.Heknewmeimmediately,andIaskedtostayatthehousethatnight. "Buthemaynotwanttoseeyou,MissEyre,"saidMary,Jonh'swife.Weweretalkingtogetherinthekitchen. "Hewon'tseeanyoneexceptJohnandI."shewaslightingsomecandles."Mr.Rochesteralwayswantscandlesinthesittingroom,eventhoughhe'sblind." "Givethemtome,Mary,"Isaid, "I'lltakethemtohim."Mr.Rochesterwassittingnearthefireinthedarkroom. "Putdownthecandles,Mary."hesaid."Heretheyare,sir."Isaid."Wait...youareMary,aren'tyou?"heasked,listeningcarefully."Mary'sinthekitchen,sir."Ianswered.