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　it　is　my　particular　wish；　and　if　she　resists；　say　I　shall　e　and　fetch　her　in　case　of　contumacy。’”
“I　will　not　give　him　that　trouble；”　I　answered。　“I　will　go；　if　no　better　may　be；　but　I　don’t　like　it。　Shall　you　be　there；　Mrs。　Fairfax？”
“No；　I　pleaded　off；　and　he　admitted　my　plea。　I’ll　tell　you　how　to　manage　so　as　to　avoid　the　embarrassment　of　making　a　formal　entrance；　which　is　the　most　disagreeable　part　of　the　business。　You　must　go　into　the　drawing…room　while　it　is　empty；　before　the　ladies　leave　the　dinner…table；　choose　your　seat　in　any　quiet　nook　you　like；　you　need　not　stay　long　after　the　gentlemen　e　in；　unless　you　please：　just　let　Mr。　Rochester　see　you　are　there　and　then　slip　away—nobody　will　notice　you。”
“Will　these　people　remain　long；　do　you　think？”
“Perhaps　two　or　three　weeks；　certainly　not　more。　After　the　Easter　recess；　Sir　George　Lynn；　who　was　lately　elected　member　for　Millcote；　will　have　to　go　up　to　town　and　take　his　seat；　I　daresay　Mr。　Rochester　will　acpany　him：　it　surprises　me　that　he　has　already　made　so　protracted　a　stay　at　Thornfield。”
It　was　with　some　trepidation　that　I　perceived　the　hour　approach　when　I　was　to　repair　with　my　charge　to　the　drawing…room。　Adèle　had　been　in　a　state　of　ecstasy　all　day；　after　hearing　she　was　to　be　presented　to　the　ladies　in　the　evening；　and　it　was　not　till　Sophie　menced　the　operation　of　dressing　her　that　she　sobered　down。　Then　the　importance　of　the　process　quickly　steadied　her；　and　by　the　time　she　had　her　curls　arranged　in　well…smoothed；　drooping　clusters；　her　pink　satin　frock　put　on；　her　long　sash　tied；　and　her　lace　mittens　adjusted；　she　looked　as　grave　as　any　judge。　No　need　to　warn　her　not　to　disarrange　her　attire：　when　she　was　dressed；　she　sat　demurely　down　in　her　little　chair；　taking　care　previously　to　lift　up　the　satin　skirt　for　fear　she　should　crease　it；　and　assured　me　she　would　not　stir　thence　till　I　y　best　dress　（the　silver…grey　one；　purchased　for　Miss　Temple’s　wedding；　and　never　worn　since）　was　soon　put　on；　my　hair　was　soon　smoothed；　my　sole　ornament；　the　pearl　brooch；　soon　assumed。　We　descended。
Fortunately　there　was　another　entrance　to　the　drawing…room　than　that　through　the　saloon　where　they　were　all　seated　at　dinner。　We　found　the　apartment　vacant；　a　large　fire　burning　silently　on　the　marble　hearth；　and　wax　candles　shining　in　bright　solitude；　amid　the　exquisite　flowers　with　which　the　tables　were　adorned。　The　crimson　curtain　hung　before　the　arch：　slight　as　was　the　separation　this　drapery　formed　from　the　party　in　the　adjoining　saloon；　they　spoke　in　so　low　a　key　that　nothing　of　their　conversation　could　be　distinguished　beyond　a　soothing　murmur。
Adèle；　who　appeared　to　be　still　under　the　influence　of　a　most　solemnising　impression；　sat　down；　without　a　word；　on　the　footstool　I　pointed　out　to　her。　I　retired　to　a　window…seat；　and　taking　a　book　from　a　table　near；　endeavoured　to　read。　Adèle　brought　her　stool　to　my　feet；　ere　long　she　touched　my　knee。
“What　is　it；　Adèle？”
“Est…ce　que　je　ne　puis　pas　prendrie　une　seule　de　ces　fleurs　magnifiques；　mademoiselle？　Seulement　pour　pleter　ma　toilette。”
“You　think　too　much　of　your　‘toilette；’　Adèle：　but　you　may　have　a　flower。”　And　I　took　a　rose　from　a　vase　and　fastened　it　in　her　sash。　She　sighed　a　sigh　of　ineffable　satisfaction；　as　if　her　cup　of　happiness　were　now　full。　I　turned　my　face　away　to　conceal　a　smile　I　could　not　suppress：　there　was　something　ludicrous　as　well　as　painful　in　the　little　Parisienne’s　earnest　and　innate　devotion　to　matters　of　dress。
A　soft　sound　of　rising　now　became　audible；　the　curtain　was　swept　back　from　the　arch；　through　it　appeared　the　dining…room；　with　its　lit　lustre　pouring　down　light　on　the　silver　and　glass　of　a　magnificent　dessert…service　covering　a　long　table；　a　band　of　ladies　stood　in　the　opening；　they　entered；　and　the　curtain　fell　behind　them。
There　were　but　eight；　yet；　somehow；　as　they　flocked　in；　they　gave　the　impression　of　a　much　larger　number。　Some　of　them　were　very　tall；　many　were　dressed　in　white；　and　all　had　a　sweeping　amplitude　of　array　that　seemed　to　magnify　their　persons　as　a　mist　magnifies　the　moon。　I　rose　and　curtseyed　to　them：　one　or　two　bent　their　heads　in　return；　the　others　only　stared　at　me。
They　dispersed　about　the　room；　reminding　me；　by　the　lightness　and　buoyancy　of　their　movements；　of　a　flock　of　white　plumy　birds。　Some　of　them　threw　themselves　in　half…reclining　positions　on　the　sofas　and　ottomans：　some　bent　over　the　tables　and　examined　the　flowers　and　books：　the　rest　gathered　in　a　group　round　the　fire：　all　talked　in　a　low　but　clear　tone　which　seemed　habitual　to　them。　I　knew　their　names　afterwards；　and　may　as　well　mention　them　now。
First；　there　was　Mrs。　Eshton　and　two　of　her　daughters。　She　had　evidently　been　a　handsome　woman；　and　was　well　preserved　still。　Of　her　daughters；　the　eldest；　Amy；　was　rather　little：　naive；　and　child…like　in　face　and　manner；　and　piquant　in　form；　her　white　muslin　dress　and　blue　sash　became　her　well。　The　second；　Louisa；　was　taller　and　more　elegant　in　figure；　with　a　very　pretty　face；　of　that　order　the　French　term　minois　chiffoné：　both　sisters　were　fair　as　lilies。
Lady　Lynn　was　a　large　and　stout　personage　of　about　forty；　very　erect；　very　haughty…looking；　richly　dressed　in　a　satin　robe　of　changeful　sheen：　her　dark　hair　shone　glossily　under　the　shade　of　an　azure　plume；　and　within　the　circlet　of　a　band　of　gems。
Mrs。　Colonel　Dent　was　less　showy；　but；　I　thought；　more　lady…like。　She　had　a　slight　figure；　a　pale；　gentle　face；　and　fair　hair。　Her　black　satin　dress；　her　scarf　of　rich　foreign　lace；　and　her　pearl　ornaments；　pleased　me　better　than　the　rainbow　radiance　of　the　titled　dame。
But　the　three　most　distinguished—partly；　perhaps；　because　the　tallest　figures　of　the　band—were　the　Dowager　Lady　Ingram　and　her　daughters；　Blanche　and　Mary。　They　were　all　three　of　the　loftiest　stature　of　women。　The　Dowager　might　be　between　forty　and　fifty：　her　shape　was　still　fine；　her　hair　（by　candle…light　at　least）　still　black；　her　teeth；　too；　were　still　apparently　perfect。　Most　people　would　have　termed　her　a　splendid　woman　of　her　age：　and　so　she　was；　no　doubt；　physically　speaking；　but　then　there　was　an　expression　of　almost　insupportable　haughtiness　in　her　bearing　and　countenance。　She　had　Roman　features　and　a　double　chin；　disappearing　into　a　throat　like　a　pillar：　these　features　appeared　to　me　not　only　inflated　and　darkened；　but　even　furrowed　with　pride；　and　the　chin　was　sustained　by　the　same　principle；　in　a　position　of　almost　preternatural　erectness。　She　had；　likewise；　a　fierce　and　a　hard　eye：　it　reminded　me　of　Mrs。　Reed’s；　she　mouthed　her　words　in　speaking；　her　voice　was　deep；　its　inflections　very　pompous；　very　dogmatical；—very　intolerable；　in　short。　A　crimson　velvet　robe；　and　a　shawl　turban　of　some　gold…wrought　Indian　fabric；　invested　her　（I　suppose　she　thought）　with　a　truly　imperial　dignity。
Blanche　and　Mary　were　of　equal　stature；—straight　and　tall　as　poplars。　Mary　was　too　slim　for　her　height；　but　Blanche　was　moulded　like　a　Dian。　I　regarded　her；　of　course；　with　special　interest。　First；　I　wished　to　see　whether　her　appearance　accorded　with　Mrs。　Fairfax’s　description；　secondly；　whether　it　at　all　resembled　the　fancy　miniature　I　had　painted　of　her；　and　thirdly—it　will　out！—　whether　it　were　such　as　I　should　fancy　likely　to　suit　Mr。　Rochester’s　taste。
As　far　as　person　went；　she　answered　point　for　point；　both　to　my　picture　and　Mrs。　Fairfax’s　description。　The　noble　bust；　the　sloping　shoulders；　the　graceful　neck；　the　dark　eyes　and　black　ringlets　were　all　there；—but　her　face？　Her　face　was　like　her　mother’s；　a　youthful　unfurrowed　likeness：　the　same　low　brow；　the　same　high　features；　the　same　pride。　It　was　not；　however；　so　saturnine　a　pride！　she　laughed　continually；　her　laugh　was　satirical；　and　so　was　the　habitual　expression　of　her　arched　and　haughty　lip。
Genius　is　said　to　be　self…conscious。　I　cannot　tell　whether　Miss　Ingram　was　a　genius；　but　she　was　self…conscious—remarkably　self…　conscious　indeed。　She　entered　into　a　discourse　on　botany　with　the　gentle　Mrs。　Dent。　It　seemed　Mrs。　Dent　had　not　studied　that　science：　though；　as　she　said；　she　liked　flowers；　“especially　wild　ones；”　Miss　Ingram　had；　and　she　ran　over　its　vocabulary　with　an　air。　I　presently　perceived　she　was　（what　is　vernacularly　termed）　trailing　Mrs。　Dent；　that　is；　playing　on　her　ignorance—her　trail　might　be　clever；　but　it　was　decidedly　not　good…natured。　She　played：　her　execution　was　brilliant；　she　sang：　her　voice　was　fine；　she　talked　French　apart　to　her　mamma；　and　she　talked　it　well；　with　fluency　and　with　a　good　accent。
Mary　had　a　milder　and　more　open　countenance　than　Blanche；　softer　features　too；　and　a　skin　some　shades　fairer　（Miss　Ingram　was　dark　as　a　Spaniard）—but　Mary　was　deficient　in　life：　her　face　lacked　expression；　her　eye　lustre；　she　had　nothing　to　say；　and　having　once　taken　her　seat；　remained　fixed　like　a　statue　in　its　niche。　The　sisters　were　both　attired　in　spotless　white。
And　did　I　now　think　Miss　Ingram　such　a　choice　as　Mr。　Rochester　would　be　likely　to　make？　I　could　not　tell—I　did　not　know　his　taste　in　female　beauty。　If　he　liked　the　majestic；　she　was　the　very　type　of　majesty：　then　she　was　acplished；　sprightly。　Most　gentlemen　would　admire　her；　I　thought；　and　that　he　did　admire　her；　I　already　seemed　to　have　obtained　proof：　to　remove　the　last　shade　of　doubt；　it　remained　but　to　see　them　together。
You　are　not　to　suppose；　reader；　that　Adèle　has　all　this　time　been　sitting　motionless　on　the　stool　at　my　feet：　no；　when　the　ladies　entered；　she　rose；　advanced　to　meet　them；　made　a　stately　reverence；　and　said　with　gravity—
“Bon　jour；　mesdames。”
And　Miss　Ingram　had　looked　down　at　her　with　a　mocking　air；　and　exclaimed；　“Oh；　what　a　little　puppet！”
Lady　Lynn　had　remarked；　“It　is　Mr。　Rochester’s　ward；　I　suppose—the　little　French　girl　he　was　speaking　of。”
Mrs。　Dent　had　kindly　taken　her　hand；　and　given　her　a　kiss。
Amy　and　Louisa　Eshton　had　cried　out　simultaneously—“What　a　love　of　a　child！”
And　then　they　had　called　her　to　a　sofa；　where　she　now　sat；　ensconced　between　them；　chattering　alternately　in　French　and　broken　English；　absorbing　not　only　the　young　ladies’　attention；　but　that　of　Mrs。　Eshton　and　Lady　Lynn；　and　getting　spoilt　to　her　heart’s　content。
At　last　coffee　is　brought　in；　and　the　gentlemen　are　summoned。　I　sit　in　the　shade—if　any　shade　there　be　in　this　brilliantly…lit　apartment；　the　window…curtain　half　hides　me。　Again　the　arch　yawns；　they　e。　The　collective　appearance　of　the　gentlemen；　like　that　of　the　ladies；　is　very　imposing：　they　are　all　costumed　in　black；　most　of　them　are　tall；　some　young。　Henry　and　Frederick　Lynn　are　very　dashing　sparks　indeed；　and　Colonel　Dent　is　a　fine　soldierly　man。　Mr。　Eshton；　the　magistrate　of　the　district；　is　gentleman…like：　his　hair　is　quite　white；　his　eyebrows　and　whiskers　still　dark；　which　gives　him　something　of　the　appearance　of　a　“père　noble　de　théatre。”　Lord　Ingram；　like　his　sisters；　is　very　tall；　like　them；　also；　he　is　handsome；　but　he　shares　Mary’s　apathetic　and　listless　look：　he　seems　to　have　more　length　of　limb　than　vivacity　of　blood　or　vigour　of　brain。
And　where　is　Mr。　Rochester？
He　es　in　last：　I　am　not　looking　at　the　arch；　yet　I　see　him　enter。　I　try　to　concentrate　my　attention　on　those　ting…needles；　on　the　meshes　of　the　purse　I　am　forming—I　wish　to　think　only　of　the　work　I　have　in　my　hands；　to　see　only　the　silver　beads　and　silk　threads　that　lie　in　my　lap；　whereas；　I　distinctly　behold　his　figure；　and　I　inevitably　recall　the　moment　when　I　last　saw　it；　just　after　I　had　rendered　him；　what　he　deemed；　an　essential　service；　and　he；　holding　my　hand；　and　looking　down　on　my　face；　surveyed　me　with　eyes　that　revealed　a　heart　full　and　eager　to　overflow；　in　whose　emotions　I　had　a　part。　How　near　had　I　approached　him　at　that　moment！　What　had　occurred　since；　calculated　to　change　his　and　my　relative　positions？　Yet　now；　how　distant；　how　far　estranged　we　were！　So　far　estranged；　that　I　did　not　expect　him　to　e　and　speak　to　me。　I　did　not　wonder；　when；　without　looking　at　me；　he　took　a　seat　at　the　other　side　of　the　room；　and　began　conversing　with　some　of　the　ladies。
No　sooner　did　I　see　that　his　attention　was　riveted　on　them；　and　that　I　might　gaze　without　being　observed；　than　my　eyes　were　drawn　involuntarily　to　his　face；　I　could　not　keep　their　lids　under　control：　they　w