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I
was
glad
to
accept
her
hospitality
;
and
I
submitted
to
be
relieved
of
my
travelling
garb
just
as
passively
as
I
used
to
let
her
undress
me
when
a
child
.
Old
times
crowded
fast
back
on
me
as
I
watched
her
bustling
about
--
setting
out
the
tea-tray
with
her
best
china
,
cutting
bread
and
butter
,
toasting
a
tea-cake
,
and
,
between
whiles
,
giving
little
Robert
or
Jane
an
occasional
tap
or
push
,
just
as
she
used
to
give
me
in
former
days
.
Bessie
had
retained
her
quick
temper
as
well
as
her
light
foot
and
good
looks
.
Tea
ready
,
I
was
going
to
approach
the
table
;
but
she
desired
me
to
sit
still
,
quite
in
her
old
peremptory
tones
.
I
must
be
served
at
the
fireside
,
she
said
;
and
she
placed
before
me
a
little
round
stand
with
my
cup
and
a
plate
of
toast
,
absolutely
as
she
used
to
accommodate
me
with
some
privately
purloined
dainty
on
a
nursery
chair
:
and
I
smiled
and
obeyed
her
as
in
bygone
days
.
She
wanted
to
know
if
I
was
happy
at
Thornfield
Hall
,
and
what
sort
of
a
person
the
mistress
was
;
and
when
I
told
her
there
was
only
a
master
,
whether
he
was
a
nice
gentleman
,
and
if
I
liked
him
.
I
told
her
he
was
rather
an
ugly
man
,
but
quite
a
gentleman
;
and
that
he
treated
me
kindly
,
and
I
was
content
.
Then
I
went
on
to
describe
to
her
the
gay
company
that
had
lately
been
staying
at
the
house
;
and
to
these
details
Bessie
listened
with
interest
:
they
were
precisely
of
the
kind
she
relished
.
In
such
conversation
an
hour
was
soon
gone
:
Bessie
restored
to
me
my
bonnet
,
etc.
,
and
,
accompanied
by
her
,
I
quitted
the
lodge
for
the
hall
.
It
was
also
accompanied
by
her
that
I
had
,
nearly
nine
years
ago
,
walked
down
the
path
I
was
now
ascending
.
On
a
dark
,
misty
,
raw
morning
in
January
,
I
had
left
a
hostile
roof
with
a
desperate
and
embittered
heart
--
a
sense
of
outlawry
and
almost
of
reprobation
--
to
seek
the
chilly
harbourage
of
Lowood
:
that
bourne
so
far
away
and
unexplored
.
The
same
hostile
roof
now
again
rose
before
me
:
my
prospects
were
doubtful
yet
;
and
I
had
yet
an
aching
heart
.
I
still
felt
as
a
wanderer
on
the
face
of
the
earth
;
but
I
experienced
firmer
trust
in
myself
and
my
own
powers
,
and
less
withering
dread
of
oppression
.
The
gaping
wound
of
my
wrongs
,
too
,
was
now
quite
healed
;
and
the
flame
of
resentment
extinguished
.
"
You
shall
go
into
the
breakfast-room
first
,
"
said
Bessie
,
as
she
preceded
me
through
the
hall
;
"
the
young
ladies
will
be
there
.
"
In
another
moment
I
was
within
that
apartment
.
There
was
every
article
of
furniture
looking
just
as
it
did
on
the
morning
I
was
first
introduced
to
Mr.
Brocklehurst
:
the
very
rug
he
had
stood
upon
still
covered
the
hearth
.
Glancing
at
the
bookcases
,
I
thought
I
could
distinguish
the
two
volumes
of
Bewick
's
British
Birds
occupying
their
old
place
on
the
third
shelf
,
and
Gulliver
's
Travels
and
the
Arabian
Nights
ranged
just
above
.
The
inanimate
objects
were
not
changed
;
but
the
living
things
had
altered
past
recognition
.
Two
young
ladies
appeared
before
me
;
one
very
tall
,
almost
as
tall
as
Miss
Ingram
--
very
thin
too
,
with
a
sallow
face
and
severe
mien
.
There
was
something
ascetic
in
her
look
,
which
was
augmented
by
the
extreme
plainness
of
a
straight-skirted
,
black
,
stuff
dress
,
a
starched
linen
collar
,
hair
combed
away
from
the
temples
,
and
the
nun-like
ornament
of
a
string
of
ebony
beads
and
a
crucifix
.
This
I
felt
sure
was
Eliza
,
though
I
could
trace
little
resemblance
to
her
former
self
in
that
elongated
and
colourless
visage
.
