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"
Now
I
have
performed
the
part
of
a
good
host
,
"
pursued
Mr.
Rochester
,
"
put
my
guests
into
the
way
of
amusing
each
other
,
I
ought
to
be
at
liberty
to
attend
to
my
own
pleasure
.
Miss
Eyre
,
draw
your
chair
still
a
little
farther
forward
:
you
are
yet
too
far
back
;
I
can
not
see
you
without
disturbing
my
position
in
this
comfortable
chair
,
which
I
have
no
mind
to
do
.
"
I
did
as
I
was
bid
,
though
I
would
much
rather
have
remained
somewhat
in
the
shade
;
but
Mr.
Rochester
had
such
a
direct
way
of
giving
orders
,
it
seemed
a
matter
of
course
to
obey
him
promptly
.
We
were
,
as
I
have
said
,
in
the
dining-room
:
the
lustre
,
which
had
been
lit
for
dinner
,
filled
the
room
with
a
festal
breadth
of
light
;
the
large
fire
was
all
red
and
clear
;
the
purple
curtains
hung
rich
and
ample
before
the
lofty
window
and
loftier
arch
;
everything
was
still
,
save
the
subdued
chat
of
Adele
(
she
dared
not
speak
loud
)
,
and
,
filling
up
each
pause
,
the
beating
of
winter
rain
against
the
panes
.
Mr.
Rochester
,
as
he
sat
in
his
damask-covered
chair
,
looked
different
to
what
I
had
seen
him
look
before
;
not
quite
so
stern
--
much
less
gloomy
.
There
was
a
smile
on
his
lips
,
and
his
eyes
sparkled
,
whether
with
wine
or
not
,
I
am
not
sure
;
but
I
think
it
very
probable
.
He
was
,
in
short
,
in
his
after-dinner
mood
;
more
expanded
and
genial
,
and
also
more
self-indulgent
than
the
frigid
and
rigid
temper
of
the
morning
;
still
he
looked
preciously
grim
,
cushioning
his
massive
head
against
the
swelling
back
of
his
chair
,
and
receiving
the
light
of
the
fire
on
his
granite-hewn
features
,
and
in
his
great
,
dark
eyes
;
for
he
had
great
,
dark
eyes
,
and
very
fine
eyes
,
too
--
not
without
a
certain
change
in
their
depths
sometimes
,
which
,
if
it
was
not
softness
,
reminded
you
,
at
least
,
of
that
feeling
.
He
had
been
looking
two
minutes
at
the
fire
,
and
I
had
been
looking
the
same
length
of
time
at
him
,
when
,
turning
suddenly
,
he
caught
my
gaze
fastened
on
his
physiognomy
.
"
You
examine
me
,
Miss
Eyre
,
"
said
he
:
"
do
you
think
me
handsome
?
"
I
should
,
if
I
had
deliberated
,
have
replied
to
this
question
by
something
conventionally
vague
and
polite
;
but
the
answer
somehow
slipped
from
my
tongue
before
I
was
aware
--
"
No
,
sir
.
"
"
Ah
!
By
my
word
!
there
is
something
singular
about
you
,
"
said
he
:
"
you
have
the
air
of
a
little
nonnette
;
quaint
,
quiet
,
grave
,
and
simple
,
as
you
sit
with
your
hands
before
you
,
and
your
eyes
generally
bent
on
the
carpet
(
except
,
by-the-bye
,
when
they
are
directed
piercingly
to
my
face
;
as
just
now
,
for
instance
)
;
and
when
one
asks
you
a
question
,
or
makes
a
remark
to
which
you
are
obliged
to
reply
,
you
rap
out
a
round
rejoinder
,
which
,
if
not
blunt
,
is
at
least
brusque
.
What
do
you
mean
by
it
?
"
"
Sir
,
I
was
too
plain
;
I
beg
your
pardon
.
I
ought
to
have
replied
that
it
was
not
easy
to
give
an
impromptu
answer
to
a
question
about
appearances
;
that
tastes
mostly
differ
;
and
that
beauty
is
of
little
consequence
,
or
something
of
that
sort
.
"
