"I am John Eyre's lawyer,also. Your uncle and Mr.Mason know each other. On his way back to the West Indies,Mr.Mason stopped in Madeira and stayed with Mr.Eyre. He told Mason that you were going to marry a Mr.Rochester in England." "Yes,I wrote to tell him I was getting married," I said. "Well,when Mr.Mason told him that Mr.Rochester was already married,your uncle told him to return here immediately,to stop you from marrying Rochester. I'm afraid your uncle is ill,and he may die soon. I think you should stay in England,until he or I write you a letter" After the men had left,I went to my room and locked the door. Slowly I took off my wedding dress and veil. I was tired,and my head hurt as I began to think about what had happened. Could I ever trust Mr.Rochester again? Had he ever really loved me? My hopes were all dead,and my future was empty. I lay on my bed,and wanted to die.