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"
The
nurse
is
a
foreigner
,
and
Adela
was
born
on
the
Continent
;
and
,
I
believe
,
never
left
it
till
within
six
months
ago
.
When
she
first
came
here
she
could
speak
no
English
;
now
she
can
make
shift
to
talk
it
a
little
:
I
do
n't
understand
her
,
she
mixes
it
so
with
French
;
but
you
will
make
out
her
meaning
very
well
,
I
dare
say
.
"
Fortunately
I
had
had
the
advantage
of
being
taught
French
by
a
French
lady
;
and
as
I
had
always
made
a
point
of
conversing
with
Madame
Pierrot
as
often
as
I
could
,
and
had
besides
,
during
the
last
seven
years
,
learnt
a
portion
of
French
by
heart
daily
--
applying
myself
to
take
pains
with
my
accent
,
and
imitating
as
closely
as
possible
the
pronunciation
of
my
teacher
,
I
had
acquired
a
certain
degree
of
readiness
and
correctness
in
the
language
,
and
was
not
likely
to
be
much
at
a
loss
with
Mademoiselle
Adela
.
She
came
and
shook
hand
with
me
when
she
heard
that
I
was
her
governess
;
and
as
I
led
her
in
to
breakfast
,
I
addressed
some
phrases
to
her
in
her
own
tongue
:
she
replied
briefly
at
first
,
but
after
we
were
seated
at
the
table
,
and
she
had
examined
me
some
ten
minutes
with
her
large
hazel
eyes
,
she
suddenly
commenced
chattering
fluently
.
"
Ah
!
"
cried
she
,
in
French
,
"
you
speak
my
language
as
well
as
Mr.
Rochester
does
:
I
can
talk
to
you
as
I
can
to
him
,
and
so
can
Sophie
.
She
will
be
glad
:
nobody
here
understands
her
:
Madame
Fairfax
is
all
English
.
Sophie
is
my
nurse
;
she
came
with
me
over
the
sea
in
a
great
ship
with
a
chimney
that
smoked
--
how
it
did
smoke
!
--
and
I
was
sick
,
and
so
was
Sophie
,
and
so
was
Mr.
Rochester
.
Mr.
Rochester
lay
down
on
a
sofa
in
a
pretty
room
called
the
salon
,
and
Sophie
and
I
had
little
beds
in
another
place
.
I
nearly
fell
out
of
mine
;
it
was
like
a
shelf
.
And
Mademoiselle
--
what
is
your
name
?
"
"
Eyre
--
Jane
Eyre
.
"
"
Aire
?
Bah
!
I
can
not
say
it
.
Well
,
our
ship
stopped
in
the
morning
,
before
it
was
quite
daylight
,
at
a
great
city
--
a
huge
city
,
with
very
dark
houses
and
all
smoky
;
not
at
all
like
the
pretty
clean
town
I
came
from
;
and
Mr.
Rochester
carried
me
in
his
arms
over
a
plank
to
the
land
,
and
Sophie
came
after
,
and
we
all
got
into
a
coach
,
which
took
us
to
a
beautiful
large
house
,
larger
than
this
and
finer
,
called
an
hotel
.
We
stayed
there
nearly
a
week
:
I
and
Sophie
used
to
walk
every
day
in
a
great
green
place
full
of
trees
,
called
the
Park
;
and
there
were
many
children
there
besides
me
,
and
a
pond
with
beautiful
birds
in
it
,
that
I
fed
with
crumbs
.
"
"
Can
you
understand
her
when
she
runs
on
so
fast
?
"
asked
Mrs.
Fairfax
.
I
understood
her
very
well
,
for
I
had
been
accustomed
to
the
fluent
tongue
of
Madame
Pierrot
.
"
I
wish
,
"
continued
the
good
lady
,
"
you
would
ask
her
a
question
or
two
about
her
parents
:
I
wonder
if
she
remembers
them
?
"
