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Mr.
Rochester
had
been
absent
upwards
of
a
fortnight
,
when
the
post
brought
Mrs.
Fairfax
a
letter
.
"
It
is
from
the
master
,
"
said
she
,
as
she
looked
at
the
direction
.
"
Now
I
suppose
we
shall
know
whether
we
are
to
expect
his
return
or
not
.
"
And
while
she
broke
the
seal
and
perused
the
document
,
I
went
on
taking
my
coffee
(
we
were
at
breakfast
)
:
it
was
hot
,
and
I
attributed
to
that
circumstance
a
fiery
glow
which
suddenly
rose
to
my
face
.
Why
my
hand
shook
,
and
why
I
involuntarily
spilt
half
the
contents
of
my
cup
into
my
saucer
,
I
did
not
choose
to
consider
.
"
Well
,
I
sometimes
think
we
are
too
quiet
;
but
we
run
a
chance
of
being
busy
enough
now
:
for
a
little
while
at
least
,
"
said
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
still
holding
the
note
before
her
spectacles
.
Ere
I
permitted
myself
to
request
an
explanation
,
I
tied
the
string
of
Adele
's
pinafore
,
which
happened
to
be
loose
:
having
helped
her
also
to
another
bun
and
refilled
her
mug
with
milk
,
I
said
,
nonchalantly
--
"
Mr.
Rochester
is
not
likely
to
return
soon
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
Indeed
he
is
--
in
three
days
,
he
says
:
that
will
be
next
Thursday
;
and
not
alone
either
.
I
do
n't
know
how
many
of
the
fine
people
at
the
Leas
are
coming
with
him
:
he
sends
directions
for
all
the
best
bedrooms
to
be
prepared
;
and
the
library
and
drawing-rooms
are
to
be
cleaned
out
;
I
am
to
get
more
kitchen
hands
from
the
George
Inn
,
at
Millcote
,
and
from
wherever
else
I
can
;
and
the
ladies
will
bring
their
maids
and
the
gentlemen
their
valets
:
so
we
shall
have
a
full
house
of
it
.
"
And
Mrs.
Fairfax
swallowed
her
breakfast
and
hastened
away
to
commence
operations
.
The
three
days
were
,
as
she
had
foretold
,
busy
enough
.
I
had
thought
all
the
rooms
at
Thornfield
beautifully
clean
and
well
arranged
;
but
it
appears
I
was
mistaken
.
Three
women
were
got
to
help
;
and
such
scrubbing
,
such
brushing
,
such
washing
of
paint
and
beating
of
carpets
,
such
taking
down
and
putting
up
of
pictures
,
such
polishing
of
mirrors
and
lustres
,
such
lighting
of
fires
in
bedrooms
,
such
airing
of
sheets
and
feather-beds
on
hearths
,
I
never
beheld
,
either
before
or
since
.
Adele
ran
quite
wild
in
the
midst
of
it
:
the
preparations
for
company
and
the
prospect
of
their
arrival
,
seemed
to
throw
her
into
ecstasies
.
She
would
have
Sophie
to
look
over
all
her
"
toilettes
,
"
as
she
called
frocks
;
to
furbish
up
any
that
were
"
passees
,
"
and
to
air
and
arrange
the
new
.
For
herself
,
she
did
nothing
but
caper
about
in
the
front
chambers
,
jump
on
and
off
the
bedsteads
,
and
lie
on
the
mattresses
and
piled-up
bolsters
and
pillows
before
the
enormous
fires
roaring
in
the
chimneys
.
From
school
duties
she
was
exonerated
:
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
pressed
me
into
her
service
,
and
I
was
all
day
in
the
storeroom
,
helping
(
or
hindering
)
her
and
the
cook
;
learning
to
make
custards
and
cheese-cakes
and
French
pastry
,
to
truss
game
and
garnish
desert-dishes
.
