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Business
now
began
,
the
day
's
Collect
was
repeated
,
then
certain
texts
of
Scripture
were
said
,
and
to
these
succeeded
a
protracted
reading
of
chapters
in
the
Bible
,
which
lasted
an
hour
.
By
the
time
that
exercise
was
terminated
,
day
had
fully
dawned
.
The
indefatigable
bell
now
sounded
for
the
fourth
time
:
the
classes
were
marshalled
and
marched
into
another
room
to
breakfast
:
how
glad
I
was
to
behold
a
prospect
of
getting
something
to
eat
!
I
was
now
nearly
sick
from
inanition
,
having
taken
so
little
the
day
before
.
The
refectory
was
a
great
,
low-ceiled
,
gloomy
room
;
on
two
long
tables
smoked
basins
of
something
hot
,
which
,
however
,
to
my
dismay
,
sent
forth
an
odour
far
from
inviting
.
I
saw
a
universal
manifestation
of
discontent
when
the
fumes
of
the
repast
met
the
nostrils
of
those
destined
to
swallow
it
;
from
the
van
of
the
procession
,
the
tall
girls
of
the
first
class
,
rose
the
whispered
words
--
"
Disgusting
!
The
porridge
is
burnt
again
!
"
"
Silence
!
"
ejaculated
a
voice
;
not
that
of
Miss
Miller
,
but
one
of
the
upper
teachers
,
a
little
and
dark
personage
,
smartly
dressed
,
but
of
somewhat
morose
aspect
,
who
installed
herself
at
the
top
of
one
table
,
while
a
more
buxom
lady
presided
at
the
other
.
I
looked
in
vain
for
her
I
had
first
seen
the
night
before
;
she
was
not
visible
:
Miss
Miller
occupied
the
foot
of
the
table
where
I
sat
,
and
a
strange
,
foreign-looking
,
elderly
lady
,
the
French
teacher
,
as
I
afterwards
found
,
took
the
corresponding
seat
at
the
other
board
.
A
long
grace
was
said
and
a
hymn
sung
;
then
a
servant
brought
in
some
tea
for
the
teachers
,
and
the
meal
began
.
Ravenous
,
and
now
very
faint
,
I
devoured
a
spoonful
or
two
of
my
portion
without
thinking
of
its
taste
;
but
the
first
edge
of
hunger
blunted
,
I
perceived
I
had
got
in
hand
a
nauseous
mess
;
burnt
porridge
is
almost
as
bad
as
rotten
potatoes
;
famine
itself
soon
sickens
over
it
.
The
spoons
were
moved
slowly
:
I
saw
each
girl
taste
her
food
and
try
to
swallow
it
;
but
in
most
cases
the
effort
was
soon
relinquished
.
Breakfast
was
over
,
and
none
had
breakfasted
.
Thanks
being
returned
for
what
we
had
not
got
,
and
a
second
hymn
chanted
,
the
refectory
was
evacuated
for
the
schoolroom
.
I
was
one
of
the
last
to
go
out
,
and
in
passing
the
tables
,
I
saw
one
teacher
take
a
basin
of
the
porridge
and
taste
it
;
she
looked
at
the
others
;
all
their
countenances
expressed
displeasure
,
and
one
of
them
,
the
stout
one
,
whispered
--
"
Abominable
stuff
!
How
shameful
!
"
A
quarter
of
an
hour
passed
before
lessons
again
began
,
during
which
the
schoolroom
was
in
a
glorious
tumult
;
for
that
space
of
time
it
seemed
to
be
permitted
to
talk
loud
and
more
freely
,
and
they
used
their
privilege
.
The
whole
conversation
ran
on
the
breakfast
,
which
one
and
all
abused
roundly
.
Poor
things
!
it
was
the
sole
consolation
they
had
.
Miss
Miller
was
now
the
only
teacher
in
the
room
:
a
group
of
great
girls
standing
about
her
spoke
with
serious
and
sullen
gestures
.
I
heard
the
name
of
Mr.
Brocklehurst
pronounced
by
some
lips
;
at
which
Miss
Miller
shook
her
head
disapprovingly
;
but
she
made
no
great
effort
to
check
the
general
wrath
;
doubtless
she
shared
in
it
.
A
clock
in
the
schoolroom
struck
nine
;
Miss
Miller
left
her
circle
,
and
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
room
,
cried
--
"
Silence
!
To
your
seats
!
"
