CHAPTER XXV 362 curtain ) -- " it is a lovely night !"
It was . Half heaven was pure and stainless : the clouds , now trooping before the wind , which had shifted to the west , were filing off eastward in long , silvered columns . The moon shone peacefully .
" Well ," said Mr . Rochester , gazing inquiringly into my eyes , " how is my Janet now ?"
" The night is serene , sir ; and so am I ."
" And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night ; but of happy love and blissful union ."
This prediction was but half fulfilled : I did not indeed dream of sorrow , but as little did I dream of joy ; for I never slept at all . With little Adele in my arms , I watched the slumber of childhood -- so tranquil , so passionless , so innocent -- and waited for the coming day : all my life was awake and astir in my frame : and as soon as the sun rose I rose too . I remember Adele clung to me as I left her : I remember I kissed her as I loosened her little hands from my neck ; and I cried over her with strange emotion , and quitted her because I feared my sobs would break her still sound repose . She seemed the emblem of my past life ; and he I was now to array myself to meet , the dread , but adored , type of my unknown future day .