I walked pass him. I was almost crying from his great kindness and friendship, but also because I knew I loved him. Something made me turn and say quickly, before I could stop myself, "Thank you, sir, for your kind words. I'm glad to come back to you, and... wherever I am, I will always feel that where you are is my home my only home," I ran across the field and into the house before he could answer me. Two weeks passed, but I heard nothing more about the wedding. Blanche Ingram lived close to Thornfield, but I never saw her. I wondered when Mr. Rochester would marry her. It was the middle of summer, and every day the sun shone on the golden fields and the cool, green, dark forest. One evening, after Adele had gone to sleep, I went into the garden. I wanted to be alone, but then I saw that Mr. Rochester was already in the garden. I hoped that he would not see me as I walked quietly back to the house, but he turned around.