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Chapter11

Anewchapterinanovelissomethinglikeanewsceneinaplay;andwhenIdrawupthecurtainthistime,reader,youmustfancyyouseearoomintheGeorgeInnatMillcote,withsuchlargefiguredpaperingonthewallsasinnroomshave;suchacarpet,suchfurniture,suchornamentsonthemantelpiece,suchprints,includingaportraitofGeorgetheThird,andanotherofthePrinceofWales,andarepresentationofthedeathofWolfe.Allthisisvisibletoyoubythelightofanoillamphangingfromtheceiling,andbythatofanexcellentfire,nearwhichIsitinmycloakandbonnet;mymuffandumbrellalieonthetable,andIamwarmingawaythenumbnessandchillcontractedbysixteenhours’exposuretotherawnessofanOctoberday:IleftLowtonatfouro’clocka.m.,andtheMillcotetownclockisnowjuststrikingeight.

Reader,thoughIlookcomfortablyaccommodated,Iamnotverytranquilinmymind.Ithoughtwhenthecoachstoppedheretherewouldbesomeonetomeetme;IlookedanxiouslyroundasIdescendedthewoodenstepsthe“boots”placedformyconvenience,expectingtohearmynamepronounced,andtoseesomedescriptionofcarriagewaitingtoconveymetoThornfield.Nothingofthesortwasvisible;andwhenIaskedawaiterifanyonehadbeentoinquireafteraMissEyre,Iwasansweredinthenegative:soIhadnoresourcebuttorequesttobeshownintoaprivateroom:andhereIamwaiting,whileallsortsofdoubtsandfearsaretroublingmythoughts.

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Itisaverystrangesensationtoinexperiencedyouthtofeelitselfquitealoneintheworld,cutadriftfromeveryconnection,uncertainwhethertheporttowhichitisboundcanbereached,andpreventedbymanyimpedimentsfromreturningtothatithasquitted.Thecharmofadventuresweetensthatsensation,theglowofpridewarmsit;butthenthethroboffeardisturbsit;andfearwithmebecamepredominantwhenhalf-an-hourelapsedandstillIwasalone.Ibethoughtmyselftoringthebell.

“IsthereaplaceinthisneighbourhoodcalledThornfield?”Iaskedofthewaiterwhoansweredthesummons.

“Thornfield?Idon’tknow,ma’am;I’llinquireatthebar.”Hevanished,butreappearedinstantly-

“IsyournameEyre,Miss?”

“Yes.”

“Personherewaitingforyou.”

Ijumpedup,tookmymuffandumbrella,andhastenedintotheinn-passage:amanwasstandingbytheopendoor,andinthelamp-litstreetIdimlysawaone-horseconveyance.

“Thiswillbeyourluggage,Isuppose?”saidthemanratherabruptlywhenhesawme,pointingtomytrunkinthepassage.

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“Yes.”Hehoisteditontothevehicle,whichwasasortofcar,andthenIgotin;beforeheshutmeup,Iasked

himhowfaritwastoThornfield.

“Amatterofsixmiles.”

“Howlongshallwebebeforewegetthere?”

“Happenanhourandahalf.”

Hefastenedthecardoor,climbedtohisownseatoutside,andwesetoff.Ourprogresswasleisurely,andgavemeampletimetoreflect;Iwascontenttobeatlengthsoneartheendofmyjourney;andasIleanedbackinthecomfortablethoughnotelegantconveyance,Imeditatedmuchatmyease.

“Isuppose,”thoughtI,“judgingfromtheplainnessoftheservantandcarriage,Mrs.Fairfaxisnotaverydashingperson:somuchthebetter;Ineverlivedamongstfinepeoplebutonce,andIwasverymiserablewiththem.Iwonderifshelivesaloneexceptthislittlegirl;ifso,andifsheisinanydegreeamiable,Ishallsurelybeabletogetonwithher;Iwilldomybest;itisapitythatdoingone’sbestdoesnotalwaysanswer.AtLowood,indeed,Itookthatresolution,keptit,andsucceededinpleasing;butwithMrs.Reed,Iremembermybestwasalwaysspurnedwithscorn.IprayGodMrs.FairfaxmaynotturnoutasecondMrs.Reed;butifshedoes,Iamnotboundtostaywithher!lettheworstcometotheworst,Icanadvertiseagain.Howfarareweonourroadnow,Iwonder?”

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Iletdownthewindowandlookedout;Millcotewasbehindus;judgingbythenumberofitslights,itseemedaplaceofconsiderablemagnitude,muchlargerthanLowton.Wewerenow,asfarasIcouldsee,onasortofcommon;buttherewerehousesscatteredalloverthedistrict;IfeltwewereinadifferentregiontoLowood,morepopulous,lesspicturesque;morestirring,lessromantic.

Theroadswereheavy,thenightmisty;myconductorlethishorsewalkalltheway,andthehourandahalfextended,Iverilybelieve,totwohours;atlastheturnedinhisseatandsaid-

“You’renoansofarfro’Thornfieldnow.”

AgainIlookedout:wewerepassingachurch;Isawitslowbroadtoweragainstthesky,anditsbellwastollingaquarter;Isawanarrowgalaxyoflightstoo,onahillside,markingavillageorhamlet.Abouttenminutesafter,thedrivergotdownandopenedapairofgates:wepassedthrough,andtheyclashedtobehindus.Wenowslowlyascendedadrive,andcameuponthelongfrontofahouse:candlelightgleamedfromonecurtainedbow-window;alltherestweredark.Thecarstoppedatthefrontdoor;itwasopenedbyamaid-servant;Ialightedandwentin.

“Willyouwalkthisway,ma’am?”saidthegirl;andIfollowedheracrossasquarehallwithhighdoorsallround:sheusheredmeintoaroomwhosedoubleilluminationoffireandcandleatfirstdazzledme,contrastingasitdidwiththedarknesstowhichmy

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eyeshadbeenfortwohoursinured;whenIcouldsee,however,acosyandagreeablepicturepresenteditselftomyview.

Asnugsmallroom;aroundtablebyacheerfulfire;anarm-chairhigh-backedandold-fashioned,whereinsattheneatestimaginablelittleelderlylady,inwidow’scap,blacksilkgown,andsnowymuslinapron;exactlylikewhatIhadfanciedMrs.Fairfax,onlylessstatelyandmilderlooking.Shewasoccupiedinknitting;alargecatsatdemurelyatherfeet;nothinginshortwaswantingtocompletethebeau-idealofdomesticcomfort.Amorereassuringintroductionforanewgovernesscouldscarcelybeconceived;therewasnograndeurtooverwhelm,nostatelinesstoembarrass;andthen,asIentered,theoldladygotupandpromptlyandkindlycameforwardtomeetme.

“Howdoyoudo,mydear?Iamafraidyouhavehadatediousride;Johndrivessoslowly;youmustbecold,cometothefire.”

“Mrs.Fairfax,Isuppose?”saidI.

“Yes,youareright:dositdown.”

Sheconductedmetoherownchair,andthenbegantoremovemyshawlanduntiemybonnet-strings;Ibeggedshewouldnotgiveherselfsomuchtrouble.

“Oh,itisnotrouble;Idaresayyourownhandsarealmostnumbedwithcold.Leah,makealittlehotnegus

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andcutasandwichortwo:herearethekeysofthestoreroom.”Andsheproducedfromherpocketamosthousewifelybunchofkeys,anddeliveredthemtotheservant.“Now,then,drawnearertothefire,”shecontinued.“You’vebroughtyourluggagewithyou,haven’tyou,mydear?”“Yes,ma’am.”“I’llseeitcarriedintoyourroom,”shesaid,andbustledout.“Shetreatsmelikeavisitor,”thoughtI.“Ilittleexpectedsuchareception;Ianticipatedonlycoldness

andstiffness:thisisnotlikewhatIhaveheardofthetreatmentofgovernesses;butImustnotexulttoosoon.”Shereturned;withherownhandsclearedherknittingapparatusandabookortwofromthetable,tomakeroomforthetraywhichLeahnowbrought,andthenherselfhandedmetherefreshments.IfeltratherconfusedatbeingtheobjectofmoreattentionthanIhadeverbeforereceived,and,thattoo,shownbymyemployerandsuperior;butasshedidnotherselfseemtoconsidershewasdoinganythingoutofherplace,Ithoughtitbettertotakehercivilitiesquietly.“ShallIhavethepleasureofseeingMissFairfaxto-night?”Iasked,whenIhadpartakenofwhatsheofferedme.

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“Whatdidyousay,mydear?Iamalittledeaf,”returnedthegoodlady,approachinghereartomymouth.

Irepeatedthequestionmoredistinctly.

“MissFairfax?Oh,youmeanMissVarens!Varensisthenameofyourfuturepupil.”

“Indeed!Thensheisnotyourdaughter?”

“No,—Ihavenofamily.”

Ishouldhavefollowedupmyfirstinquiry,byaskinginwhatwayMissVarenswasconnectedwithher;butIrecollecteditwasnotpolitetoasktoomanyquestions:besides,Iwassuretohearintime.

“Iamsoglad,”shecontinued,asshesatdownoppositetome,andtookthecatonherknee;“Iamsogladyouarecome;itwillbequitepleasantlivingherenowwithacompanion.Tobesureitispleasantatanytime;forThornfieldisafineoldhall,ratherneglectedoflateyearsperhaps,butstillitisarespectableplace;yetyouknowinwinter-timeonefeelsdrearyquitealoneinthebestquarters.Isayalone—Leahisanicegirltobesure,andJohnandhiswifeareverydecentpeople;butthenyouseetheyareonlyservants,andonecan’tconversewiththemontermsofequality:onemustkeepthematduedistance,forfearoflosingone’sauthority.I’msurelastwinter(itwasaverysevereone,ifyourecollect,andwhenitdidnotsnow,itrainedandblew),notacreaturebutthebutcherandpostman

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cametothehouse,fromNovembertillFebruary;andIreallygotquitemelancholywithsittingnightafternightalone;IhadLeahintoreadtomesometimes;butIdon’tthinkthepoorgirllikedthetaskmuch:shefeltitconfining.Inspringandsummeronegotonbetter:sunshineandlongdaysmakesuchadifference;andthen,justatthecommencementofthisautumn,littleAdelaVarenscameandhernurse:achildmakesahousealiveallatonce;andnowyouarehereIshallbequitegay.”

MyheartreallywarmedtotheworthyladyasIheardhertalk;andIdrewmychairalittlenearertoher,andexpressedmysincerewishthatshemightfindmycompanyasagreeableassheanticipated.

“ButI’llnotkeepyousittinguplateto-night,”saidshe;“itisonthestrokeoftwelvenow,andyouhavebeentravellingallday:youmustfeeltired.Ifyouhavegotyourfeetwellwarmed,I’llshowyouyourbedroom.I’vehadtheroomnexttominepreparedforyou;itisonlyasmallapartment,butIthoughtyouwouldlikeitbetterthanoneofthelargefrontchambers:tobesuretheyhavefinerfurniture,buttheyaresodrearyandsolitary,Ineversleepinthemmyself.”

Ithankedherforherconsideratechoice,andasIreallyfeltfatiguedwithmylongjourney,expressedmyreadinesstoretire.Shetookhercandle,andIfollowedherfromtheroom.Firstshewenttoseeifthehall-doorwasfastened;havingtakenthekeyfromthelock,sheledthewayupstairs.Thestepsandbanisterswereof

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oak;thestaircasewindowwashighandlatticed;bothitandthelonggalleryintowhichthebedroomdoorsopenedlookedasiftheybelongedtoachurchratherthanahouse.Averychillandvault-likeairpervadedthestairsandgallery,suggestingcheerlessideasofspaceandsolitude;andIwasglad,whenfinallyusheredintomychamber,tofinditofsmalldimensions,andfurnishedinordinary,modernstyle.

WhenMrs.Fairfaxhadbiddenmeakindgood-night,andIhadfastenedmydoor,gazedleisurelyround,andinsomemeasureeffacedtheeerieimpressionmadebythatwidehall,thatdarkandspaciousstaircase,andthatlong,coldgallery,bythelivelieraspectofmylittleroom,Irememberedthat,afteradayofbodilyfatigueandmentalanxiety,Iwasnowatlastinsafehaven.Theimpulseofgratitudeswelledmyheart,andIkneltdownatthebedside,andofferedupthankswherethanksweredue;notforgetting,ereIrose,toimploreaidonmyfurtherpath,andthepowerofmeritingthekindnesswhichseemedsofranklyofferedmebeforeitwasearned.Mycouchhadnothornsinitthatnight;mysolitaryroomnofears.Atoncewearyandcontent,Isleptsoonandsoundly:whenIawokeitwasbroadday.

Thechamberlookedsuchabrightlittleplacetomeasthesunshoneinbetweenthegaybluechintzwindowcurtains,showingpaperedwallsandacarpetedfloor,sounlikethebareplanksandstainedplasterofLowood,thatmyspiritsroseattheview.Externalshaveagreateffectontheyoung:Ithoughtthatafairereraoflifewasbeginningforme,onethatwastohaveitsflowers

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andpleasures,aswellasitsthornsandtoils.Myfaculties,rousedbythechangeofscene,thenewfieldofferedtohope,seemedallastir.Icannotpreciselydefinewhattheyexpected,butitwassomethingpleasant:notperhapsthatdayorthatmonth,butatanindefinitefutureperiod.

Irose;Idressedmyselfwithcare:obligedtobeplain—forIhadnoarticleofattirethatwasnotmadewithextremesimplicity—Iwasstillbynaturesolicitoustobeneat.ItwasnotmyhabittobedisregardfulofappearanceorcarelessoftheimpressionImade:onthecontrary,IeverwishedtolookaswellasIcould,andtopleaseasmuchasmywantofbeautywouldpermit.IsometimesregrettedthatIwasnothandsomer;Isometimeswishedtohaverosycheeks,astraightnose,andsmallcherrymouth;Idesiredtobetall,stately,andfinelydevelopedinfigure;IfeltitamisfortunethatIwassolittle,sopale,andhadfeaturessoirregularandsomarked.AndwhyhadItheseaspirationsandtheseregrets?Itwouldbedifficulttosay:Icouldnotthendistinctlysayittomyself;yetIhadareason,andalogical,naturalreasontoo.However,whenIhadbrushedmyhairverysmooth,andputonmyblackfrock—which,Quakerlikeasitwas,atleasthadthemeritoffittingtoanicety—andadjustedmycleanwhitetucker,IthoughtIshoulddorespectablyenoughtoappearbeforeMrs.Fairfax,andthatmynewpupilwouldnotatleastrecoilfrommewithantipathy.Havingopenedmychamberwindow,andseenthatI

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leftallthingsstraightandneatonthetoilettable,Iventuredforth.

Traversingthelongandmattedgallery,Idescendedtheslipperystepsofoak;thenIgainedthehall:Ihaltedthereaminute;Ilookedatsomepicturesonthewalls(one,Iremember,representedagrimmaninacuirass,andonealadywithpowderedhairandapearlnecklace),atabronzelamppendentfromtheceiling,atagreatclockwhosecasewasofoakcuriouslycarved,andebonblackwithtimeandrubbing.Everythingappearedverystatelyandimposingtome;butthenIwassolittleaccustomedtograndeur.Thehall-door,whichwashalfofglass,stoodopen;Isteppedoverthethreshold.Itwasafineautumnmorning;theearlysunshoneserenelyonembrownedgrovesandstillgreenfields;advancingontothelawn,Ilookedupandsurveyedthefrontofthemansion.Itwasthreestoreyshigh,ofproportionsnotvast,thoughconsiderable:agentleman’smanor-house,notanobleman’sseat:battlementsroundthetopgaveitapicturesquelook.Itsgreyfrontstoodoutwellfromthebackgroundofarookery,whosecawingtenantswerenowonthewing:theyflewoverthelawnandgroundstoalightinagreatmeadow,fromwhichthesewereseparatedbyasunkfence,andwhereanarrayofmightyoldthorntrees,strong,knotty,andbroadasoaks,atonceexplainedtheetymologyofthemansion’sdesignation.Fartheroffwerehills:notsoloftyasthoseroundLowood,norsocraggy,norsolikebarriersofseparationfromthelivingworld;butyetquietandlonelyhillsenough,and

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seemingtoembraceThornfieldwithaseclusionIhadnotexpectedtofindexistentsonearthestirringlocalityofMillcote.Alittlehamlet,whoseroofswereblentwithtrees,straggledupthesideofoneofthesehills;thechurchofthedistrictstoodnearerThornfield:itsoldtower-toplookedoveraknollbetweenthehouseandgates.

Iwasyetenjoyingthecalmprospectandpleasantfreshair,yetlisteningwithdelighttothecawingoftherooks,yetsurveyingthewide,hoaryfrontofthehall,andthinkingwhatagreatplaceitwasforonelonelylittledamelikeMrs.Fairfaxtoinhabit,whenthatladyappearedatthedoor.

“What!outalready?”saidshe.“Iseeyouareanearlyriser.”Iwentuptoher,andwasreceivedwithanaffablekissandshakeofthehand.

“HowdoyoulikeThornfield?”sheasked.ItoldherIlikeditverymuch.

“Yes,”shesaid,“itisaprettyplace;butIfearitwillbegettingoutoforder,unlessMr.Rochestershouldtakeitintohisheadtocomeandresideherepermanently;or,atleast,visititratheroftener:greathousesandfine

groundsrequirethepresenceoftheproprietor.”“Mr.Rochester!”Iexclaimed.“Whoishe?”

“TheownerofThornfield,”sherespondedquietly.“DidyounotknowhewascalledRochester?”

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OfcourseIdidnot—Ihadneverheardofhimbefore;buttheoldladyseemedtoregardhisexistenceasauniversallyunderstoodfact,withwhicheverybodymustbeacquaintedbyinstinct.

“Ithought,”Icontinued,“Thornfieldbelongedtoyou.”

“Tome?Blessyou,child;whatanidea!Tome!Iamonlythehousekeeper—themanager.TobesureIamdistantlyrelatedtotheRochestersbythemother’sside,oratleastmyhusbandwas;hewasaclergyman,incumbentofHay—thatlittlevillageyonderonthehill—andthatchurchnearthegateswashis.ThepresentMr.Rochester’smotherwasaFairfax,andsecondcousintomyhusband:butIneverpresumeontheconnection—infact,itisnothingtome;Iconsidermyselfquiteinthelightofanordinaryhousekeeper:myemployerisalwayscivil,andIexpectnothingmore.”

“Andthelittlegirl—mypupil!”

“SheisMr.Rochester’sward;hecommissionedmetofindagovernessforher.Heintendedtohaveherbroughtupin-shire,Ibelieve.Hereshecomes,withher‘bonne,’asshecallshernurse.”Theenigmathenwasexplained:thisaffableandkindlittlewidowwasnogreatdame;butadependantlikemyself.Ididnotlikehertheworseforthat;onthecontrary,Ifeltbetterpleasedthanever.Theequalitybetweenherandmewasreal;notthemereresultofcondescensiononherpart:somuchthebetter—mypositionwasallthefreer.

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AsIwasmeditatingonthisdiscovery,alittlegirl,followedbyherattendant,camerunningupthelawn.Ilookedatmypupil,whodidnotatfirstappeartonoticeme:shewasquiteachild,perhapssevenoreightyearsold,slightlybuilt,withapale,small-featuredface,andaredundancyofhairfallingincurlstoherwaist.

“Goodmorning,MissAdela,”saidMrs.Fairfax.“Comeandspeaktotheladywhoistoteachyou,andtomakeyouacleverwomansomeday.”Sheapproached.

“C’estlemagouverante!”saidshe,pointingtome,and

addressinghernurse;whoanswered-

“Maisoui,certainement.”

“Aretheyforeigners?”Iinquired,amazedathearingtheFrenchlanguage.

“Thenurseisaforeigner,andAdelawasbornontheContinent;and,Ibelieve,neverleftittillwithinsixmonthsago.WhenshefirstcamehereshecouldspeaknoEnglish;nowshecanmakeshifttotalkitalittle:Idon’tunderstandher,shemixesitsowithFrench;butyouwillmakeouthermeaningverywell,Idaresay.”

FortunatelyIhadhadtheadvantageofbeingtaughtFrenchbyaFrenchlady;andasIhadalwaysmadeapointofconversingwithMadamePierrotasoftenasIcould,andhadbesides,duringthelastsevenyears,learntaportionofFrenchbyheartdaily—applyingmyselftotakepainswithmyaccent,andimitatingascloselyaspossiblethepronunciationofmyteacher,I

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hadacquiredacertaindegreeofreadinessandcorrectnessinthelanguage,andwasnotlikelytobemuchatalosswithMademoiselleAdela.ShecameandshookhandwithmewhensheheardthatIwashergoverness;andasIledherintobreakfast,Iaddressedsomephrasestoherinherowntongue:sherepliedbrieflyatfirst,butafterwewereseatedatthetable,andshehadexaminedmesometenminuteswithherlargehazeleyes,shesuddenlycommencedchatteringfluently.

“Ah!”criedshe,inFrench,“youspeakmylanguageaswellasMr.Rochesterdoes:IcantalktoyouasIcantohim,andsocanSophie.Shewillbeglad:nobodyhereunderstandsher:MadameFairfaxisallEnglish.Sophieismynurse;shecamewithmeovertheseainagreatshipwithachimneythatsmoked—howitdidsmoke!—andIwassick,andsowasSophie,andsowasMr.Rochester.Mr.Rochesterlaydownonasofainaprettyroomcalledthesalon,andSophieandIhadlittlebedsinanotherplace.Inearlyfelloutofmine;itwaslikea

shelf.AndMademoiselle—whatisyourname?”“Eyre—JaneEyre.”

“Aire?Bah!Icannotsayit.Well,ourshipstoppedinthemorning,beforeitwasquitedaylight,atagreatcity—ahugecity,withverydarkhousesandallsmoky;notatallliketheprettycleantownIcamefrom;andMr.Rochestercarriedmeinhisarmsoveraplanktotheland,andSophiecameafter,andweallgotintoacoach,whichtookustoabeautifullargehouse,larger

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thanthisandfiner,calledanhotel.Westayedtherenearlyaweek:IandSophieusedtowalkeverydayinagreatgreenplacefulloftrees,calledthePark;andthereweremanychildrentherebesidesme,andapondwithbeautifulbirdsinit,thatIfedwithcrumbs.”

“Canyouunderstandherwhensherunsonsofast?”askedMrs.Fairfax.

Iunderstoodherverywell,forIhadbeenaccustomedtothefluenttongueofMadamePierrot.

“Iwish,”continuedthegoodlady,“youwouldaskheraquestionortwoaboutherparents:Iwonderifsheremembersthem?”

“Adele,”Iinquired,“withwhomdidyoulivewhenyouwereinthatprettycleantownyouspokeof?”

“Ilivedlongagowithmama;butsheisgonetotheHolyVirgin.Mamausedtoteachmetodanceandsing,andtosayverses.Agreatmanygentlemenandladiescametoseemama,andIusedtodancebeforethem,ortositontheirkneesandsingtothem:Ilikedit.ShallIletyouhearmesingnow?”

Shehadfinishedherbreakfast,soIpermittedhertogiveaspecimenofheraccomplishments.Descendingfromherchair,shecameandplacedherselfonmyknee;then,foldingherlittlehandsdemurelybeforeher,shakingbackhercurlsandliftinghereyestotheceiling,shecommencedsingingasongfromsomeopera.Itwasthestrainofaforsakenlady,who,after

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bewailingtheperfidyofherlover,callspridetoheraid;desiresherattendanttodeckherinherbrightestjewelsandrichestrobes,andresolvestomeetthefalseonethatnightataball,andprovetohim,bythegaietyofherdemeanour,howlittlehisdesertionhasaffectedher.

Thesubjectseemedstrangelychosenforaninfantsinger;butIsupposethepointoftheexhibitionlayinhearingthenotesofloveandjealousywarbledwiththelispofchildhood;andinverybadtastethatpointwas:atleastIthoughtso.

Adelesangthecanzonettetunefullyenough,andwiththenaiveteofherage.Thisachieved,shejumpedfrommykneeandsaid,“Now,Mademoiselle,Iwillrepeatyousomepoetry.”

Assuminganattitude,shebegan,“LaLiguedesRats:fabledeLaFontaine.”Shethendeclaimedthelittlepiecewithanattentiontopunctuationandemphasis,aflexibilityofvoiceandanappropriatenessofgesture,veryunusualindeedatherage,andwhichprovedshehadbeencarefullytrained.

“Wasityourmamawhotaughtyouthatpiece?”Iasked.

“Yes,andshejustusedtosayitinthisway:‘Qu’avezvousdonc?luiditundecesrats;parlez!’Shemademeliftmyhand—so—toremindmetoraisemyvoiceatthequestion.NowshallIdanceforyou?”

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“No,thatwilldo:butafteryourmamawenttotheHolyVirgin,asyousay,withwhomdidyoulivethen?”

“WithMadameFredericandherhus