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Amy
and
Louisa
Eshton
had
cried
out
simultaneously
--
"
What
a
love
of
a
child
!
"
And
then
they
had
called
her
to
a
sofa
,
where
she
now
sat
,
ensconced
between
them
,
chattering
alternately
in
French
and
broken
English
;
absorbing
not
only
the
young
ladies
'
attention
,
but
that
of
Mrs.
Eshton
and
Lady
Lynn
,
and
getting
spoilt
to
her
heart
's
content
.
At
last
coffee
is
brought
in
,
and
the
gentlemen
are
summoned
.
I
sit
in
the
shade
--
if
any
shade
there
be
in
this
brilliantly-lit
apartment
;
the
window-curtain
half
hides
me
.
Again
the
arch
yawns
;
they
come
.
The
collective
appearance
of
the
gentlemen
,
like
that
of
the
ladies
,
is
very
imposing
:
they
are
all
costumed
in
black
;
most
of
them
are
tall
,
some
young
.
Henry
and
Frederick
Lynn
are
very
dashing
sparks
indeed
;
and
Colonel
Dent
is
a
fine
soldierly
man
.
Mr.
Eshton
,
the
magistrate
of
the
district
,
is
gentleman-like
:
his
hair
is
quite
white
,
his
eyebrows
and
whiskers
still
dark
,
which
gives
him
something
of
the
appearance
of
a
"
pere
noble
de
theatre
.
"
Lord
Ingram
,
like
his
sisters
,
is
very
tall
;
like
them
,
also
,
he
is
handsome
;
but
he
shares
Mary
's
apathetic
and
listless
look
:
he
seems
to
have
more
length
of
limb
than
vivacity
of
blood
or
vigour
of
brain
.
And
where
is
Mr.
Rochester
?
He
comes
in
last
:
I
am
not
looking
at
the
arch
,
yet
I
see
him
enter
.
I
try
to
concentrate
my
attention
on
those
netting-needles
,
on
the
meshes
of
the
purse
I
am
forming
--
I
wish
to
think
only
of
the
work
I
have
in
my
hands
,
to
see
only
the
silver
beads
and
silk
threads
that
lie
in
my
lap
;
whereas
,
I
distinctly
behold
his
figure
,
and
I
inevitably
recall
the
moment
when
I
last
saw
it
;
just
after
I
had
rendered
him
,
what
he
deemed
,
an
essential
service
,
and
he
,
holding
my
hand
,
and
looking
down
on
my
face
,
surveyed
me
with
eyes
that
revealed
a
heart
full
and
eager
to
overflow
;
in
whose
emotions
I
had
a
part
.
How
near
had
I
approached
him
at
that
moment
!
What
had
occurred
since
,
calculated
to
change
his
and
my
relative
positions
?
Yet
now
,
how
distant
,
how
far
estranged
we
were
!
So
far
estranged
,
that
I
did
not
expect
him
to
come
and
speak
to
me
.
I
did
not
wonder
,
when
,
without
looking
at
me
,
he
took
a
seat
at
the
other
side
of
the
room
,
and
began
conversing
with
some
of
the
ladies
.
No
sooner
did
I
see
that
his
attention
was
riveted
on
them
,
and
that
I
might
gaze
without
being
observed
,
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
compared
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
penetrating
:
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
.
