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"
Does
n't
she
know
?
"
I
heard
the
woman
whisper
.
Leah
shook
her
head
,
and
the
conversation
was
of
course
dropped
.
All
I
had
gathered
from
it
amounted
to
this
,
--
that
there
was
a
mystery
at
Thornfield
;
and
that
from
participation
in
that
mystery
I
was
purposely
excluded
.
Thursday
came
:
all
work
had
been
completed
the
previous
evening
;
carpets
were
laid
down
,
bed-hangings
festooned
,
radiant
white
counterpanes
spread
,
toilet
tables
arranged
,
furniture
rubbed
,
flowers
piled
in
vases
:
both
chambers
and
saloons
looked
as
fresh
and
bright
as
hands
could
make
them
.
The
hall
,
too
,
was
scoured
;
and
the
great
carved
clock
,
as
well
as
the
steps
and
banisters
of
the
staircase
,
were
polished
to
the
brightness
of
glass
;
in
the
dining-room
,
the
sideboard
flashed
resplendent
with
plate
;
in
the
drawing-room
and
boudoir
,
vases
of
exotics
bloomed
on
all
sides
.
Afternoon
arrived
:
Mrs.
Fairfax
assumed
her
best
black
satin
gown
,
her
gloves
,
and
her
gold
watch
;
for
it
was
her
part
to
receive
the
company
,
--
to
conduct
the
ladies
to
their
rooms
,
etc.
.
Adele
,
too
,
would
be
dressed
:
though
I
thought
she
had
little
chance
of
being
introduced
to
the
party
that
day
at
least
.
However
,
to
please
her
,
I
allowed
Sophie
to
apparel
her
in
one
of
her
short
,
full
muslin
frocks
.
For
myself
,
I
had
no
need
to
make
any
change
;
I
should
not
be
called
upon
to
quit
my
sanctum
of
the
schoolroom
;
for
a
sanctum
it
was
now
become
to
me
,
--
"
a
very
pleasant
refuge
in
time
of
trouble
.
"
It
had
been
a
mild
,
serene
spring
day
--
one
of
those
days
which
,
towards
the
end
of
March
or
the
beginning
of
April
,
rise
shining
over
the
earth
as
heralds
of
summer
.
It
was
drawing
to
an
end
now
;
but
the
evening
was
even
warm
,
and
I
sat
at
work
in
the
schoolroom
with
the
window
open
.
"
It
gets
late
,
"
said
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
entering
in
rustling
state
.
"
I
am
glad
I
ordered
dinner
an
hour
after
the
time
Mr.
Rochester
mentioned
;
for
it
is
past
six
now
.
I
have
sent
John
down
to
the
gates
to
see
if
there
is
anything
on
the
road
:
one
can
see
a
long
way
from
thence
in
the
direction
of
Millcote
.
"
She
went
to
the
window
.
"
Here
he
is
!
"
said
she
.
"
Well
,
John
"
(
leaning
out
)
,
"
any
news
?
"
"
They
're
coming
,
ma‘am
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
They
'll
be
here
in
ten
minutes
.
"
Adele
flew
to
the
window
.
I
followed
,
taking
care
to
stand
on
one
side
,
so
that
,
screened
by
the
curtain
,
I
could
see
without
being
seen
.
The
ten
minutes
John
had
given
seemed
very
long
,
but
at
last
wheels
were
heard
;
four
equestrians
galloped
up
the
drive
,
and
after
them
came
two
open
carriages
.
Fluttering
veils
and
waving
plumes
filled
the
vehicles
;
two
of
the
cavaliers
were
young
,
dashing-looking
gentlemen
;
the
third
was
Mr.
Rochester
,
on
his
black
horse
,
Mesrour
,
Pilot
bounding
before
him
;
at
his
side
rode
a
lady
,
and
he
and
she
were
the
first
of
the
party
.
