I had to deceive a fine ear: for aught I knew it might now be listening.
I would have got past Mr.Rochester's chamber without a pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also.

No sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while I listened.

There was a heaven--a temporary heaven--in this room for me, if I chose: I had but to go in and to say-- "Mr.Rochester, I will love you and live with you through life till death," and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips.

I thought of this.
That kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day.

He would send for me in the morning; I should be gone.