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"
Voile
,
Monsieur
Rochester
,
qui
revient
!
"
I
turned
,
and
Miss
Ingram
darted
forwards
from
her
sofa
:
the
others
,
too
,
looked
up
from
their
several
occupations
;
for
at
the
same
time
a
crunching
of
wheels
and
a
splashing
tramp
of
horse-hoofs
became
audible
on
the
wet
gravel
.
A
post-chaise
was
approaching
.
"
What
can
possess
him
to
come
home
in
that
style
?
"
said
Miss
Ingram
.
"
He
rode
Mesrour
(
the
black
horse
)
,
did
he
not
,
when
he
went
out
?
and
Pilot
was
with
him
:
-
what
has
he
done
with
the
animals
?
"
As
she
said
this
,
she
approached
her
tall
person
and
ample
garments
so
near
the
window
,
that
I
was
obliged
to
bend
back
almost
to
the
breaking
of
my
spine
:
in
her
eagerness
she
did
not
observe
me
at
first
,
but
when
she
did
,
she
curled
her
lip
and
moved
to
another
casement
.
The
post-chaise
stopped
;
the
driver
rang
the
door-bell
,
and
a
gentleman
alighted
attired
in
travelling
garb
;
but
it
was
not
Mr.
Rochester
;
it
was
a
tall
,
fashionable-looking
man
,
a
stranger
.
"
How
provoking
!
"
exclaimed
Miss
Ingram
:
"
you
tiresome
monkey
!
"
(
apostrophising
Adele
)
,
"
who
perched
you
up
in
the
window
to
give
false
intelligence
?
"
and
she
cast
on
me
an
angry
glance
,
as
if
I
were
in
fault
.
Some
parleying
was
audible
in
the
hall
,
and
soon
the
new-comer
entered
.
He
bowed
to
Lady
Ingram
,
as
deeming
her
the
eldest
lady
present
.
"
It
appears
I
come
at
an
inopportune
time
,
madam
,
"
said
he
,
"
when
my
friend
,
Mr.
Rochester
,
is
from
home
;
but
I
arrive
from
a
very
long
journey
,
and
I
think
I
may
presume
so
far
on
old
and
intimate
acquaintance
as
to
instal
myself
here
till
he
returns
.
"
His
manner
was
polite
;
his
accent
,
in
speaking
,
struck
me
as
being
somewhat
unusual
,
--
not
precisely
foreign
,
but
still
not
altogether
English
:
his
age
might
be
about
Mr.
Rochester
's
,
--
between
thirty
and
forty
;
his
complexion
was
singularly
sallow
:
otherwise
he
was
a
fine-looking
man
,
at
first
sight
especially
.
On
closer
examination
,
you
detected
something
in
his
face
that
displeased
,
or
rather
that
failed
to
please
.
His
features
were
regular
,
but
too
relaxed
:
his
eye
was
large
and
well
cut
,
but
the
life
looking
out
of
it
was
a
tame
,
vacant
life
--
at
least
so
I
thought
.
The
sound
of
the
dressing-bell
dispersed
the
party
.
It
was
not
till
after
dinner
that
I
saw
him
again
:
he
then
seemed
quite
at
his
ease
.
But
I
liked
his
physiognomy
even
less
than
before
:
it
struck
me
as
being
at
the
same
time
unsettled
and
inanimate
.
His
eye
wandered
,
and
had
no
meaning
in
its
wandering
:
this
gave
him
an
odd
look
,
such
as
I
never
remembered
to
have
seen
.
For
a
handsome
and
not
an
unamiable-looking
man
,
he
repelled
me
exceedingly
:
there
was
no
power
in
that
smooth-skinned
face
of
a
full
oval
shape
:
no
firmness
in
that
aquiline
nose
and
small
cherry
mouth
;
there
was
no
thought
on
the
low
,
even
forehead
;
no
command
in
that
blank
,
brown
eye
.
