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"
Mesdames
,
vous
etes
servies
!
"
adding
,
"
J'ai
bien
faim
,
moi
!
"
We
found
dinner
ready
,
and
waiting
for
us
in
Mrs.
Fairfax
's
room
.
The
promise
of
a
smooth
career
,
which
my
first
calm
introduction
to
Thornfield
Hall
seemed
to
pledge
,
was
not
belied
on
a
longer
acquaintance
with
the
place
and
its
inmates
.
Mrs.
Fairfax
turned
out
to
be
what
she
appeared
,
a
placid-tempered
,
kind-natured
woman
,
of
competent
education
and
average
intelligence
.
My
pupil
was
a
lively
child
,
who
had
been
spoilt
and
indulged
,
and
therefore
was
sometimes
wayward
;
but
as
she
was
committed
entirely
to
my
care
,
and
no
injudicious
interference
from
any
quarter
ever
thwarted
my
plans
for
her
improvement
,
she
soon
forgot
her
little
freaks
,
and
became
obedient
and
teachable
.
She
had
no
great
talents
,
no
marked
traits
of
character
,
no
peculiar
development
of
feeling
or
taste
which
raised
her
one
inch
above
the
ordinary
level
of
childhood
;
but
neither
had
she
any
deficiency
or
vice
which
sunk
her
below
it
.
She
made
reasonable
progress
,
entertained
for
me
a
vivacious
,
though
perhaps
not
very
profound
,
affection
;
and
by
her
simplicity
,
gay
prattle
,
and
efforts
to
please
,
inspired
me
,
in
return
,
with
a
degree
of
attachment
sufficient
to
make
us
both
content
in
each
other
's
society
.
This
,
par
parenthese
,
will
be
thought
cool
language
by
persons
who
entertain
solemn
doctrines
about
the
angelic
nature
of
children
,
and
the
duty
of
those
charged
with
their
education
to
conceive
for
them
an
idolatrous
devotion
:
but
I
am
not
writing
to
flatter
parental
egotism
,
to
echo
cant
,
or
prop
up
humbug
;
I
am
merely
telling
the
truth
.
I
felt
a
conscientious
solicitude
for
Adele
's
welfare
and
progress
,
and
a
quiet
liking
for
her
little
self
:
just
as
I
cherished
towards
Mrs.
Fairfax
a
thankfulness
for
her
kindness
,
and
a
pleasure
in
her
society
proportionate
to
the
tranquil
regard
she
had
for
me
,
and
the
moderation
of
her
mind
and
character
.
Anybody
may
blame
me
who
likes
,
when
I
add
further
,
that
,
now
and
then
,
when
I
took
a
walk
by
myself
in
the
grounds
;
when
I
went
down
to
the
gates
and
looked
through
them
along
the
road
;
or
when
,
while
Adele
played
with
her
nurse
,
and
Mrs.
Fairfax
made
jellies
in
the
storeroom
,
I
climbed
the
three
staircases
,
raised
the
trap-door
of
the
attic
,
and
having
reached
the
leads
,
looked
out
afar
over
sequestered
field
and
hill
,
and
along
dim
sky-line
--
that
then
I
longed
for
a
power
of
vision
which
might
overpass
that
limit
;
which
might
reach
the
busy
world
,
towns
,
regions
full
of
life
I
had
heard
of
but
never
seen
--
that
then
I
desired
more
of
practical
experience
than
I
possessed
;
more
of
intercourse
with
my
kind
,
of
acquaintance
with
variety
of
character
,
than
was
here
within
my
reach
.
I
valued
what
was
good
in
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
and
what
was
good
in
Adele
;
but
I
believed
in
the
existence
of
other
and
more
vivid
kinds
of
goodness
,
and
what
I
believed
in
I
wished
to
behold
.
Who
blames
me
?
Many
,
no
doubt
;
and
I
shall
be
called
discontented
.
I
could
not
help
it
:
the
restlessness
was
in
my
nature
;
it
agitated
me
to
pain
sometimes
.
Then
my
sole
relief
was
to
walk
along
the
corridor
of
the
third
storey
,
backwards
and
forwards
,
safe
in
the
silence
and
solitude
of
the
spot
,
and
allow
my
mind
's
eye
to
dwell
on
whatever
bright
visions
rose
before
it
--
and
,
certainly
,
they
were
many
and
glowing
;
to
let
my
heart
be
heaved
by
the
exultant
movement
,
which
,
while
it
swelled
it
in
trouble
,
expanded
it
with
life
;
and
,
best
of
all
,
to
open
my
inward
ear
to
a
tale
that
was
never
ended
--
a
tale
my
imagination
created
,
and
narrated
continuously
;
quickened
with
all
of
incident
,
life
,
fire
,
feeling
,
that
I
desired
and
had
not
in
my
actual
existence
.
It
is
in
vain
to
say
human
beings
ought
to
be
satisfied
with
tranquillity
:
they
must
have
action
;
and
they
will
make
it
if
they
can
not
find
it
.
Millions
are
condemned
to
a
stiller
doom
than
mine
,
and
millions
are
in
silent
revolt
against
their
lot
.
Nobody
knows
how
many
rebellions
besides
political
rebellions
ferment
in
the
masses
of
life
which
people
earth
.
Women
are
supposed
to
be
very
calm
generally
:
but
women
feel
just
as
men
feel
;
they
need
exercise
for
their
faculties
,
and
a
field
for
their
efforts
,
as
much
as
their
brothers
do
;
they
suffer
from
too
rigid
a
restraint
,
too
absolute
a
stagnation
,
precisely
as
men
would
suffer
;
and
it
is
narrow-minded
in
their
more
privileged
fellow-creatures
to
say
that
they
ought
to
confine
themselves
to
making
puddings
and
knitting
stockings
,
to
playing
on
the
piano
and
embroidering
bags
.
It
is
thoughtless
to
condemn
them
,
or
laugh
at
them
,
if
they
seek
to
do
more
or
learn
more
than
custom
has
pronounced
necessary
for
their
sex
.
