Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon's orders, went to bed early

that night; nor did he rise soon next morning. When he did come

down, it was to attend to business: his agent and some of his

tenants were arrived, and waiting to speak with him.

Adele and I had now to vacate the library: it would be in daily

requisition as a reception-room for callers. A fire was lit in an

apartment upstairs, and there I carried our books, and arranged it

for the future schoolroom. I discerned in the course of the morning

that Thornfield Hall was a changed place: no longer silent as a

church, it echoed every hour or two to a knock at the door, or a

clang of the bell; steps, too, often traversed the hall, and new

voices spoke in different keys below; a rill from the outer world

was flowing through it; it had a master: for my part, I liked it

better.

Adele was not easy to teach that day; she could not apply: she kept

running to the door and looking over the banisters to see if she

could get a glimpse of Mr. Rochester; then she coined pretexts to go

downstairs, in order, as I shrewdly suspected, to visit the library,

where I knew she was not wanted; then, when I got a little angry,

and made her sit still, she continued to talk incessantly of her

"ami, Monsieur Edouard Fairfax DE Rochester," as she dubbed him (I

had not before heard his prenomens), and to conjecture what presents

he had brought her: for it appears he had intimated the night

before, that when his luggage came from Millcote, there would be

found amongst it a little box in whose contents she had an interest.

"Et cela doit signifier," said she, "qu'il y aura le dedans un

cadeau pour moi, et peut-etre pour vous aussi, mademoiselle.

Monsieur a parle de vous: il m'a demande le nom de ma gouvernante,

et si elle n'etait pas une petite personne, assez mince et un peu

pale. J'ai dit qu'oui: car c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas,

mademoiselle?"

I and my pupil dined as usual in Mrs. Fairfax's parlour; the

afternoon was wild and snowy, and we passed it in the schoolroom.

At dark I allowed Adele to put away books and work, and to run

downstairs; for, from the comparative silence below, and from the

cessation of appeals to the door-bell, I conjectured that Mr.

Rochester was now at liberty. Left alone, I walked to the window;

but nothing was to be seen thence: twilight and snowflakes together

thickened the air, and hid the very shrubs on the lawn. I let down

the curtain and went back to the fireside.




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