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than my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise; and the irids would fix on him。 I looked; and had an acute pleasure in looking;—a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold; with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst…perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned; yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless。
Most true is it that “beauty is in the eye of the gazer。” My master’s colourless; olive face; square; massive brow; broad and jetty eyebrows; deep eyes; strong features; firm; grim mouth;—all energy; decision; will;—were not beautiful; according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest; an influence that quite mastered me;—that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his。 I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now; at the first renewed view of him; they spontaneously arrived; green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me。
I pared him with his guests。 What was the gallant grace of the Lynns; the languid elegance of Lord Ingram;—even the military distinction of Colonel Dent; contrasted with his look of native pith and genuine power? I had no sympathy in their appearance; their expression: yet I could imagine that most observers would call them attractive; handsome; imposing; while they would pronounce Mr。 Rochester at once harsh…featured and melancholy…looking。 I saw them smile; laugh—it was nothing; the light of the candles had as much soul in it as their smile; the tinkle of the bell as much significance as their laugh。 I saw Mr。 Rochester smile:… his stern features softened; his eye grew both brilliant and gentle; its ray both searching and sweet。 He was talking; at the moment; to Louisa and Amy Eshton。 I wondered to see them receive with calm that look which seemed to me so perating: I expected their eyes to fall; their colour to rise under it; yet I was glad when I found they were in no sense moved。 “He is not to them what he is to me;” I thought: “he is not of their kind。 I believe he is of mine;—I am sure he is—I feel akin to him—I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely; I have something in my brain and heart; in my blood and nerves; that assimilates me mentally to him。 Did I say; a few days since; that I had nothing to do with him but to receive my salary at his hands? Did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster? Blasphemy against nature! Every good; true; vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him。 I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me。 For when I say that I am of his kind; I do not mean that I have his force to influence; and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in mon with him。 I must; then; repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:… and yet; while I breathe and think; I must love him。”
Coffee is handed。 The ladies; since the gentlemen entered; have bee 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: Adèle 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 Adèle)。 “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 mon 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?”
“Did you speak; my own?”
The young lady thus claimed as the dowager’s special property; reiterated her question with an explanation。
“My dearest; don’t mention governesses; the word makes me nervous。 I have suffered a martyrdom from their inpetency and caprice。 I thank Heaven I have now done with them!”
Mrs。 Dent here bent over to the pious lady and whispered something in her ear; I suppose; from the answer elicited; it was a reminder that one of the anathematised race was present。
“Tant pis!” said her Ladyship; “I hope it may do her good!” Then; in a lower tone; but still loud enough for me to hear; “I noticed her; I am a judge of physiognomy; and in hers I see all the faults of her class。”
“What are they; madam?” inquired Mr。 Rochester aloud。
“I will tell you in your private ear;” replied she; wagging her turban three times with portentous significancy。
“But my curiosity will be past its appetite; it craves food now。”
“Ask Blanche; she is nearer you than I。”
“Oh; don’t refer him to me; mama! I have just one word to say of the whole tribe; they are a nuisance。 Not that I ever suffered much from them; I took care to turn the tables。 What tricks Theodore and I used to play on our Miss Wilsons; and Mrs。 Greys; and Madame Jouberts! Mary was always too sleepy to join in a plot with spirit。 The best fun was with Madame Joubert: Miss Wilson was a poor sickly thing; lachrymose and low…spirited; not worth the trouble of vanquishing; in short; and Mrs。 Grey was coarse and insensible; no blow took effect on her。 But poor Madame Joubert! I see her yet in her raging passions; when we had driven her to extremities—spilt our tea; crumbled our bread and butter; tossed our books up to the ceiling; and played a charivari with the ruler and desk; the fender and fire…irons。 Theodore; do you remember those merry days?”
“Yaas; to be sure I do;” drawled Lord Ingram; “and the poor old stick used to cry out ‘Oh you villains childs!’—and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were; when she was herself so ignorant。”
“We did; and; Tedo; you know; I helped you in prosecuting (or persecuting) your tutor; whey…faced Mr。 Vining—the parson in the pip; as we used to call him。 He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other—at least Tedo and I thought so; we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of ‘la belle passion;’ and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery; we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist o

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