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"
Are
you
happy
here
?
"
"
You
ask
rather
too
many
questions
.
I
have
given
you
answers
enough
for
the
present
:
now
I
want
to
read
.
"
But
at
that
moment
the
summons
sounded
for
dinner
;
all
re-entered
the
house
.
The
odour
which
now
filled
the
refectory
was
scarcely
more
appetising
than
that
which
had
regaled
our
nostrils
at
breakfast
:
the
dinner
was
served
in
two
huge
tin-plated
vessels
,
whence
rose
a
strong
steam
redolent
of
rancid
fat
.
I
found
the
mess
to
consist
of
indifferent
potatoes
and
strange
shreds
of
rusty
meat
,
mixed
and
cooked
together
.
Of
this
preparation
a
tolerably
abundant
plateful
was
apportioned
to
each
pupil
.
I
ate
what
I
could
,
and
wondered
within
myself
whether
every
day
's
fare
would
be
like
this
.
After
dinner
,
we
immediately
adjourned
to
the
schoolroom
:
lessons
recommenced
,
and
were
continued
till
five
o'clock
.
The
only
marked
event
of
the
afternoon
was
,
that
I
saw
the
girl
with
whom
I
had
conversed
in
the
verandah
dismissed
in
disgrace
by
Miss
Scatcherd
from
a
history
class
,
and
sent
to
stand
in
the
middle
of
the
large
schoolroom
.
The
punishment
seemed
to
me
in
a
high
degree
ignominious
,
especially
for
so
great
a
girl
--
she
looked
thirteen
or
upwards
.
I
expected
she
would
show
signs
of
great
distress
and
shame
;
but
to
my
surprise
she
neither
wept
nor
blushed
:
composed
,
though
grave
,
she
stood
,
the
central
mark
of
all
eyes
.
"
How
can
she
bear
it
so
quietly
--
so
firmly
?
"
I
asked
of
myself
.
"
Were
I
in
her
place
,
it
seems
to
me
I
should
wish
the
earth
to
open
and
swallow
me
up
.
She
looks
as
if
she
were
thinking
of
something
beyond
her
punishment
--
beyond
her
situation
:
of
something
not
round
her
nor
before
her
.
I
have
heard
of
day-dreams
--
is
she
in
a
day-dream
now
?
Her
eyes
are
fixed
on
the
floor
,
but
I
am
sure
they
do
not
see
it
--
her
sight
seems
turned
in
,
gone
down
into
her
heart
:
she
is
looking
at
what
she
can
remember
,
I
believe
;
not
at
what
is
really
present
.
I
wonder
what
sort
of
a
girl
she
is
--
whether
good
or
naughty
.
"
Soon
after
five
p.
m.
we
had
another
meal
,
consisting
of
a
small
mug
of
coffee
,
and
half-a-slice
of
brown
bread
.
I
devoured
my
bread
and
drank
my
coffee
with
relish
;
but
I
should
have
been
glad
of
as
much
more
--
I
was
still
hungry
.
Half-an-hour
's
recreation
succeeded
,
then
study
;
then
the
glass
of
water
and
the
piece
of
oat-cake
,
prayers
,
and
bed
.
Such
was
my
first
day
at
Lowood
.
The
next
day
commenced
as
before
,
getting
up
and
dressing
by
rushlight
;
but
this
morning
we
were
obliged
to
dispense
with
the
ceremony
of
washing
;
the
water
in
the
pitchers
was
frozen
.
A
change
had
taken
place
in
the
weather
the
preceding
evening
,
and
a
keen
north-east
wind
,
whistling
through
the
crevices
of
our
bedroom
windows
all
night
long
,
had
made
us
shiver
in
our
beds
,
and
turned
the
contents
of
the
ewers
to
ice
.
Before
the
long
hour
and
a
half
of
prayers
and
Bible-reading
was
over
,
I
felt
ready
to
perish
with
cold
.
Breakfast-time
came
at
last
,
and
this
morning
the
porridge
was
not
burnt
;
the
quality
was
eatable
,
the
quantity
small
.
How
small
my
portion
seemed
!
I
wished
it
had
been
doubled
.
