.«
    The clergyman looked up at the speaker, and stood mute; the clerk did the
same; Mr. Rochester moved slightly, as if an earthquake had rolled under his
feet: taking a firmer footing, and not turning his head or eyes, he said,
»Proceed.«
    Profound silence fell when he had uttered that word, with deep but low
intonation. Presently Mr. Wood said: -
    »I cannot proceed without some investigation into what has been asserted,
and evidence of its truth or falsehood.«
    »The ceremony is quite broken off,« subjoined the voice behind us. »I am in
a condition to prove my allegation: an insuperable impediment to this marriage
exists.«
    Mr. Rochester heard, but heeded not: he stood stubborn and rigid: making no
movement, but to possess himself of my hand. What a hot and strong grasp he had!
- and how like quarried marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment!
How his eye shone, still, watchful, and yet wild beneath!
    Mr. Wood seemed at a loss. »What is the nature of the impediment?« he asked.
»Perhaps it may be got over - explained away?«
    »Hardly,« was the answer: »I have called it insuperable, and I speak
advisedly.«
    The speaker came forwards, and leaned on the rails. He continued, uttering
each word distinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly.
    »It simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage: Mr. Rochester
has a wife now living.«
    My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to
thunder - my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or
fire: but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning. I looked at Mr.
Rochester: I made him look at me. His whole face was colourless rock: his eye
was both spark and flint. He disavowed nothing: he seemed as if he would defy
all things. Without speaking; without smiling; without seeming to recognise in
me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm, and riveted me to his
side.
    »Who are you?« he asked of the intruder.
    »My name is Briggs - a solicitor of --street, London.«
    »And you would thrust on me a wife?«
    »I would remind you of your lady's existence, sir; which the law recognises,
if you do not.«
    »Favour me with an account of her - with
