Chapter 18

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how different from the first three months of stillness, monotony, and solitude I had passed beneath its roof! All sad feelings seemed now driven from the house, all gloomy associations forgotten: there was life everywhere, movement all day long. You could not now traverse the gallery, once so hushed, nor enter the front chambers, once so