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"
Mr.
Rochester
would
be
glad
if
you
and
your
pupil
would
take
tea
with
him
in
the
drawing-room
this
evening
,
"
said
she
:
"
he
has
been
so
much
engaged
all
day
that
he
could
not
ask
to
see
you
before
.
"
"
When
is
his
tea-time
?
"
I
inquired
.
"
Oh
,
at
six
o'clock
:
he
keeps
early
hours
in
the
country
.
You
had
better
change
your
frock
now
;
I
will
go
with
you
and
fasten
it
.
Here
is
a
candle
.
"
"
Is
it
necessary
to
change
my
frock
?
"
"
Yes
,
you
had
better
:
I
always
dress
for
the
evening
when
Mr.
Rochester
is
here
.
"
This
additional
ceremony
seemed
somewhat
stately
;
however
,
I
repaired
to
my
room
,
and
,
with
Mrs.
Fairfax
's
aid
,
replaced
my
black
stuff
dress
by
one
of
black
silk
;
the
best
and
the
only
additional
one
I
had
,
except
one
of
light
grey
,
which
,
in
my
Lowood
notions
of
the
toilette
,
I
thought
too
fine
to
be
worn
,
except
on
first-rate
occasions
.
"
You
want
a
brooch
,
"
said
Mrs.
Fairfax
.
I
had
a
single
little
pearl
ornament
which
Miss
Temple
gave
me
as
a
parting
keepsake
:
I
put
it
on
,
and
then
we
went
downstairs
.
Unused
as
I
was
to
strangers
,
it
was
rather
a
trial
to
appear
thus
formally
summoned
in
Mr.
Rochester
's
presence
.
I
let
Mrs.
Fairfax
precede
me
into
the
dining-room
,
and
kept
in
her
shade
as
we
crossed
that
apartment
;
and
,
passing
the
arch
,
whose
curtain
was
now
dropped
,
entered
the
elegant
recess
beyond
.
Two
wax
candles
stood
lighted
on
the
table
,
and
two
on
the
mantelpiece
;
basking
in
the
light
and
heat
of
a
superb
fire
,
lay
Pilot
--
Adele
knelt
near
him
.
Half
reclined
on
a
couch
appeared
Mr.
Rochester
,
his
foot
supported
by
the
cushion
;
he
was
looking
at
Adele
and
the
dog
:
the
fire
shone
full
on
his
face
.
I
knew
my
traveller
with
his
broad
and
jetty
eyebrows
;
his
square
forehead
,
made
squarer
by
the
horizontal
sweep
of
his
black
hair
.
I
recognised
his
decisive
nose
,
more
remarkable
for
character
than
beauty
;
his
full
nostrils
,
denoting
,
I
thought
,
choler
;
his
grim
mouth
,
chin
,
and
jaw
--
yes
,
all
three
were
very
grim
,
and
no
mistake
.
His
shape
,
now
divested
of
cloak
,
I
perceived
harmonised
in
squareness
with
his
physiognomy
:
I
suppose
it
was
a
good
figure
in
the
athletic
sense
of
the
term
--
broad
chested
and
thin
flanked
,
though
neither
tall
nor
graceful
.
Mr.
Rochester
must
have
been
aware
of
the
entrance
of
Mrs.
Fairfax
and
myself
;
but
it
appeared
he
was
not
in
the
mood
to
notice
us
,
for
he
never
lifted
his
head
as
we
approached
.
