Ere long, Adele's little foot was heard tripping across the hall.

She entered, transformed as her guardian had predicted. A dress of

rose-coloured satin, very short, and as full in the skirt as it

could be gathered, replaced the brown frock she had previously worn;

a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead; her feet were dressed in

silk stockings and small white satin sandals.

"Est-ce que ma robe va bien?" cried she, bounding forwards; "et mes

souliers? et mes bas? Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!"

And spreading out her dress, she chasseed across the room till,

having reached Mr. Rochester, she wheeled lightly round before him

on tip-toe, then dropped on one knee at his feet, exclaiming "Monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonte;" then rising,

she added, "C'est comme cela que maman faisait, n'est-ce pas,

monsieur?"

"Pre-cise-ly!" was the answer; "and, 'comme cela,' she charmed my

English gold out of my British breeches' pocket. I have been green,

too, Miss Eyre,--ay, grass green: not a more vernal tint freshens

you now than once freshened me. My Spring is gone, however, but it

has left me that French floweret on my hands, which, in some moods,

I would fain be rid of. Not valuing now the root whence it sprang;

having found that it was of a sort which nothing but gold dust could

manure, I have but half a liking to the blossom, especially when it

looks so artificial as just now. I keep it and rear it rather on

the Roman Catholic principle of expiating numerous sins, great or

small, by one good work. I'll explain all this some day. Good-

night."




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