ouldhatehergovernessasanuisaoalonelylittleorphan,wholeanstowardsherasafriend?”

    “Oh,thatisthelightinwhichyouviewit!Well,Imustgoinnow;andyoutoo:itdarkens.”

    ButIstayedoutafewminuteslohAdèleandPilot—ranaracewithher,andplayedagameofbattledoreandshuttlecock.entin,andIhadremovedherboandcoat,Itookheronmyknee;keptherthereanhour,allowioprattleassheliked:notrebukingevelefreedomsandtrivialitiesintowhichshettostraywhenmuoticed,andwhichbetrayedinherasuperficialityofcharacter,iedprobablyfromhermother,hardlygenialtoanEnglishmind.Stillshehadhermerits;andIwasdisposedtoappreciateallthatwasgoodiheutmost.IsoughtinhertenandfeaturesalikeoMr.Rochester,butfoundrait,noturnofexpressionannouncedrelationship.Itity:ifshecouldbuthavebeenprovedtoresemblehim,hewouldhavethoughtmoreofher.

    ItwasnottillafterIhadwithdrawntomyownchamberforthenight,thatIsteadilyreviewedthetaleMr.Rochesterhadtoldme.Ashehadsaid,thererobablynothingatallextraordinaryinthesubstahenarrativeitself:awealthyEnglishman’spassionforaFrencer,areacherytohim,wereevery-daymattersenough,nodoubt,insociety;buttherewassomethingdecidedlystraheparoxysmofemotionwhichhadsuddenlyseizedhimwhenhewasiofexpressingthepresentteofhismood,andhisnewlyrevivedpleasureintheoldhallanditsenvirons.Imeditatedwlyonthisi;butgraduallyquittingit,asIfounditforthepresentinexplicable,Iturhesiderationofmymaster’smaomyself.Thefidehoughtfittoreposeinmeseemedatributetomydiscretiardedandaccepteditassuch.Hisdeportmenthadnowforsomeweeksbeenmoreuniformtowardsmethana