PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
The Day of the Wedding
"Who are you?" he said to the stranger. "And tell me why you think I am already married!"
"I am a lawyer, sir. I have a paper here, which says that fifteen years ago, you married Bertha Mason in the West Indies."
"That may prove I've been married," Mr. Rochester said coldly and angrily, "but it doesn't prove that she's still alive."
"There is a man here who has seen her alive." The lawyer stared at Mr. Rochester as if he hated him.
"Show him to me--or go to hell!" said Mr. Rochester.
"Mr. Mason!" called the lawyer. The second man came forward. His face was pale, but firm. Mr. Rochester shouted,"Mason!" and raised his strong arm. For a second I thought he was going to hit Mason.
"Edward, no!" shouted Mason. Mr. Rochester dropped his arm and turned away from us. "Sir," said the priest, frowning, "do not forget we are in the house of God! Now, Mr. Mason, "please tell us what you know."
"His wife is alive, and she's living at Thornfield Hall," said Mason in a strong voice. I cried out in shock. "How could this be? "I'm her brother, and I've seen her there!"
"She lives at Thornfield Hall?" said the priest. "I have lived here for years, and I never knew Edward Rochester had a wife."
"I was careful to keep her a secret," said Mr. Rochester , frowning.