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They
conversed
of
things
I
had
never
heard
of
;
of
nations
and
times
past
;
of
countries
far
away
;
of
secrets
of
nature
discovered
or
guessed
at
:
they
spoke
of
books
:
how
many
they
had
read
!
What
stores
of
knowledge
they
possessed
!
Then
they
seemed
so
familiar
with
French
names
and
French
authors
:
but
my
amazement
reached
its
climax
when
Miss
Temple
asked
Helen
if
she
sometimes
snatched
a
moment
to
recall
the
Latin
her
father
had
taught
her
,
and
taking
a
book
from
a
shelf
,
bade
her
read
and
construe
a
page
of
Virgil
;
and
Helen
obeyed
,
my
organ
of
veneration
expanding
at
every
sounding
line
.
She
had
scarcely
finished
ere
the
bell
announced
bedtime
!
no
delay
could
be
admitted
;
Miss
Temple
embraced
us
both
,
saying
,
as
she
drew
us
to
her
heart
--
"
God
bless
you
,
my
children
!
"
Helen
she
held
a
little
longer
than
me
:
she
let
her
go
more
reluctantly
;
it
was
Helen
her
eye
followed
to
the
door
;
it
was
for
her
she
a
second
time
breathed
a
sad
sigh
;
for
her
she
wiped
a
tear
from
her
cheek
.
On
reaching
the
bedroom
,
we
heard
the
voice
of
Miss
Scatcherd
:
she
was
examining
drawers
;
she
had
just
pulled
out
Helen
Burns
's
,
and
when
we
entered
Helen
was
greeted
with
a
sharp
reprimand
,
and
told
that
to-morrow
she
should
have
half-a-dozen
of
untidily
folded
articles
pinned
to
her
shoulder
.
"
My
things
were
indeed
in
shameful
disorder
,
"
murmured
Helen
to
me
,
in
a
low
voice
:
"
I
intended
to
have
arranged
them
,
but
I
forgot
.
"
Next
morning
,
Miss
Scatcherd
wrote
in
conspicuous
characters
on
a
piece
of
pasteboard
the
word
"
Slattern
,
"
and
bound
it
like
a
phylactery
round
Helen
's
large
,
mild
,
intelligent
,
and
benign-looking
forehead
.
She
wore
it
till
evening
,
patient
,
unresentful
,
regarding
it
as
a
deserved
punishment
.
The
moment
Miss
Scatcherd
withdrew
after
afternoon
school
,
I
ran
to
Helen
,
tore
it
off
,
and
thrust
it
into
the
fire
:
the
fury
of
which
she
was
incapable
had
been
burning
in
my
soul
all
day
,
and
tears
,
hot
and
large
,
had
continually
been
scalding
my
cheek
;
for
the
spectacle
of
her
sad
resignation
gave
me
an
intolerable
pain
at
the
heart
.
About
a
week
subsequently
to
the
incidents
above
narrated
,
Miss
Temple
,
who
had
written
to
Mr.
Lloyd
,
received
his
answer
:
it
appeared
that
what
he
said
went
to
corroborate
my
account
.
Miss
Temple
,
having
assembled
the
whole
school
,
announced
that
inquiry
had
been
made
into
the
charges
alleged
against
Jane
Eyre
,
and
that
she
was
most
happy
to
be
able
to
pronounce
her
completely
cleared
from
every
imputation
.
The
teachers
then
shook
hands
with
me
and
kissed
me
,
and
a
murmur
of
pleasure
ran
through
the
ranks
of
my
companions
.
Thus
relieved
of
a
grievous
load
,
I
from
that
hour
set
to
work
afresh
,
resolved
to
pioneer
my
way
through
every
difficulty
:
I
toiled
hard
,
and
my
success
was
proportionate
to
my
efforts
;
my
memory
,
not
naturally
tenacious
,
improved
with
practice
;
exercise
sharpened
my
wits
;
in
a
few
weeks
I
was
promoted
to
a
higher
class
;
in
less
than
two
months
I
was
allowed
to
commence
French
and
drawing
.
I
learned
the
first
two
tenses
of
the
verb
etre
,
and
sketched
my
first
cottage
(
whose
walls
,
by-the-bye
,
outrivalled
in
slope
those
of
the
leaning
tower
of
Pisa
)
,
on
the
same
day
.
That
night
,
on
going
to
bed
,
I
forgot
to
prepare
in
imagination
the
Barmecide
supper
of
hot
roast
potatoes
,
or
white
bread
and
new
milk
,
with
which
I
was
wont
to
amuse
my
inward
cravings
:
I
feasted
instead
on
the
spectacle
of
ideal
drawings
,
which
I
saw
in
the
dark
;
all
the
work
of
my
own
hands
:
freely
pencilled
houses
and
trees
,
picturesque
rocks
and
ruins
,
Cuyp-like
groups
of
cattle
,
sweet
paintings
of
butterflies
hovering
over
unblown
roses
,
of
birds
picking
at
ripe
cherries
,
of
wren
's
nests
enclosing
pearl-like
eggs
,
wreathed
about
with
young
ivy
sprays
.
I
examined
,
too
,
in
thought
,
the
possibility
of
my
ever
being
able
to
translate
currently
a
certain
little
French
story
which
Madame
Pierrot
had
that
day
shown
me
;
nor
was
that
problem
solved
to
my
satisfaction
ere
I
fell
sweetly
asleep
.
