Coffee is handed. The ladies, since the gentlemen entered, have

become lively as larks; conversation waxes brisk and merry. Colonel

Dent and Mr. Eshton argue on politics; their wives listen. The two

proud dowagers, Lady Lynn and Lady Ingram, confabulate together.

Sir George--whom, by-the-bye, I have forgotten to describe,--a very

big, and very fresh-looking country gentleman, stands before their

sofa, coffee-cup in hand, and occasionally puts in a word. Mr.

Frederick Lynn has taken a seat beside Mary Ingram, and is showing

her the engravings of a splendid volume: she looks, smiles now and

then, but apparently says little. The tall and phlegmatic Lord

Ingram leans with folded arms on the chair-back of the little and

lively Amy Eshton; she glances up at him, and chatters like a wren:

she likes him better than she does Mr. Rochester. Henry Lynn has

taken possession of an ottoman at the feet of Louisa: Adele shares

it with him: he is trying to talk French with her, and Louisa

laughs at his blunders. With whom will Blanche Ingram pair? She is

standing alone at the table, bending gracefully over an album. She

seems waiting to be sought; but she will not wait too long: she

herself selects a mate.

Mr. Rochester, having quitted the Eshtons, stands on the hearth as

solitary as she stands by the table: she confronts him, taking her

station on the opposite side of the mantelpiece.

"Mr. Rochester, I thought you were not fond of children?"

"Nor am I."

"Then, what induced you to take charge of such a little doll as

that?" (pointing to Adele). "Where did you pick her up?"

"I did not pick her up; she was left on my hands."

"You should have sent her to school."

"I could not afford it: schools are so dear."

"Why, I suppose you have a governess for her: I saw a person with

her just now--is she gone? Oh, no! there she is still, behind the

window-curtain. You pay her, of course; I should think it quite as

expensive,--more so; for you have them both to keep in addition."

I feared--or should I say, hoped?--the allusion to me would make Mr.

Rochester glance my way; and I involuntarily shrank farther into the

shade: but he never turned his eyes.

"I have not considered the subject," said he indifferently, looking

straight before him.

"No, you men never do consider economy and common sense. You should

hear mama on the chapter of governesses: Mary and I have had, I

should think, a dozen at least in our day; half of them detestable

and the rest ridiculous, and all incubi--were they not, mama?"




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