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I
rose
;
I
dressed
myself
with
care
:
obliged
to
be
plain
--
for
I
had
no
article
of
attire
that
was
not
made
with
extreme
simplicity
--
I
was
still
by
nature
solicitous
to
be
neat
.
It
was
not
my
habit
to
be
disregardful
of
appearance
or
careless
of
the
impression
I
made
:
on
the
contrary
,
I
ever
wished
to
look
as
well
as
I
could
,
and
to
please
as
much
as
my
want
of
beauty
would
permit
.
I
sometimes
regretted
that
I
was
not
handsomer
;
I
sometimes
wished
to
have
rosy
cheeks
,
a
straight
nose
,
and
small
cherry
mouth
;
I
desired
to
be
tall
,
stately
,
and
finely
developed
in
figure
;
I
felt
it
a
misfortune
that
I
was
so
little
,
so
pale
,
and
had
features
so
irregular
and
so
marked
.
And
why
had
I
these
aspirations
and
these
regrets
?
It
would
be
difficult
to
say
:
I
could
not
then
distinctly
say
it
to
myself
;
yet
I
had
a
reason
,
and
a
logical
,
natural
reason
too
.
However
,
when
I
had
brushed
my
hair
very
smooth
,
and
put
on
my
black
frock
--
which
,
Quakerlike
as
it
was
,
at
least
had
the
merit
of
fitting
to
a
nicety
--
and
adjusted
my
clean
white
tucker
,
I
thought
I
should
do
respectably
enough
to
appear
before
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
and
that
my
new
pupil
would
not
at
least
recoil
from
me
with
antipathy
.
Having
opened
my
chamber
window
,
and
seen
that
I
left
all
things
straight
and
neat
on
the
toilet
table
,
I
ventured
forth
.
Traversing
the
long
and
matted
gallery
,
I
descended
the
slippery
steps
of
oak
;
then
I
gained
the
hall
:
I
halted
there
a
minute
;
I
looked
at
some
pictures
on
the
walls
(
one
,
I
remember
,
represented
a
grim
man
in
a
cuirass
,
and
one
a
lady
with
powdered
hair
and
a
pearl
necklace
)
,
at
a
bronze
lamp
pendent
from
the
ceiling
,
at
a
great
clock
whose
case
was
of
oak
curiously
carved
,
and
ebon
black
with
time
and
rubbing
.
Everything
appeared
very
stately
and
imposing
to
me
;
but
then
I
was
so
little
accustomed
to
grandeur
.
The
hall-door
,
which
was
half
of
glass
,
stood
open
;
I
stepped
over
the
threshold
.
It
was
a
fine
autumn
morning
;
the
early
sun
shone
serenely
on
embrowned
groves
and
still
green
fields
;
advancing
on
to
the
lawn
,
I
looked
up
and
surveyed
the
front
of
the
mansion
.
It
was
three
storeys
high
,
of
proportions
not
vast
,
though
considerable
:
a
gentleman
's
manor-house
,
not
a
nobleman
'
s
seat
:
battlements
round
the
top
gave
it
a
picturesque
look
.
Its
grey
front
stood
out
well
from
the
background
of
a
rookery
,
whose
cawing
tenants
were
now
on
the
wing
:
they
flew
over
the
lawn
and
grounds
to
alight
in
a
great
meadow
,
from
which
these
were
separated
by
a
sunk
fence
,
and
where
an
array
of
mighty
old
thorn
trees
,
strong
,
knotty
,
and
broad
as
oaks
,
at
once
explained
the
etymology
of
the
mansion
's
designation
.
Farther
off
were
hills
:
not
so
lofty
as
those
round
Lowood
,
nor
so
craggy
,
nor
so
like
barriers
of
separation
from
the
living
world
;
but
yet
quiet
and
lonely
hills
enough
,
and
seeming
to
embrace
Thornfield
with
a
seclusion
I
had
not
expected
to
find
existent
so
near
the
stirring
locality
of
Millcote
.
A
little
hamlet
,
whose
roofs
were
blent
with
trees
,
straggled
up
the
side
of
one
of
these
hills
;
the
church
of
the
district
stood
nearer
Thornfield
:
its
old
tower-top
looked
over
a
knoll
between
the
house
and
gates
.
I
was
yet
enjoying
the
calm
prospect
and
pleasant
fresh
air
,
yet
listening
with
delight
to
the
cawing
of
the
rooks
,
yet
surveying
the
wide
,
hoary
front
of
the
hall
,
and
thinking
what
a
great
place
it
was
for
one
lonely
little
dame
like
Mrs.
Fairfax
to
inhabit
,
when
that
lady
appeared
at
the
door
.
"
What
!
out
already
?
"
said
she
.
"
I
see
you
are
an
early
riser
.
"
I
went
up
to
her
,
and
was
received
with
an
affable
kiss
and
shake
of
the
hand
.
"
How
do
you
like
Thornfield
?
"
she
asked
.
I
told
her
I
liked
it
very
much
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
it
is
a
pretty
place
;
but
I
fear
it
will
be
getting
out
of
order
,
unless
Mr.
Rochester
should
take
it
into
his
head
to
come
and
reside
here
permanently
;
or
,
at
least
,
visit
it
rather
oftener
:
great
houses
and
fine
grounds
require
the
presence
of
the
proprietor
.
"
"
Mr.
Rochester
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
Who
is
he
?
"
"
The
owner
of
Thornfield
,
"
she
responded
quietly
.
"
Did
you
not
know
he
was
called
Rochester
?
"
