Jane Eyre eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 567 pages of information about Jane Eyre.

“It has struck nine, sir.”

“Never mind, —­ wait a minute:  Adele is not ready to go to bed yet.  My position, Miss Eyre, with my back to the fire, and my face to the room, favours observation.  While talking to you, I have also occasionally watched Adele (I have my own reasons for thinking her a curious study, —­ reasons that I may, nay, that I shall, impart to you some day).  She pulled out of her box, about ten minutes ago, a little pink silk frock; rapture lit her face as she unfolded it; coquetry runs in her blood, blends with her brains, and seasons the marrow of her bones.  ‘Il faut que je l’essaie!’ cried she, ‘et e l’instant meme!’ and she rushed out of the room.  She is now with Sophie, undergoing a robing process:  in a few minutes she will re-enter; and I know what I shall see, —­ a miniature of Celine Varens, as she used to appear on the boards at the rising of —­ But never mind that.  However, my tenderest feelings are about to receive a shock:  such is my presentiment; stay now, to see whether it will be realised.”

Ere long, Adele’s little foot was heard tripping across the hall.  She entered, transformed as her guardian had predicted.  A dress of rose-coloured satin, very short, and as full in the skirt as it could be gathered, replaced the brown frock she had previously worn; a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead; her feet were dressed in silk stockings and small white satin sandals.

“Est-ce que ma robe va bien?” cried she, bounding forwards; “et mes souliers? et mes bas?  Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!”

And spreading out her dress, she chasseed across the room till, having reached Mr. Rochester, she wheeled lightly round before him on tip-toe, then dropped on one knee at his feet, exclaiming —

“Monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonte;” then rising, she added, “C’est comme cela que maman faisait, n’est-ce pas, monsieur?”

“Pre-cise-ly!” was the answer; “and, ‘comme cela,’ she charmed my English gold out of my British breeches’ pocket.  I have been green, too, Miss Eyre, —­ ay, grass green:  not a more vernal tint freshens you now than once freshened me.  My Spring is gone, however, but it has left me that French floweret on my hands, which, in some moods, I would fain be rid of.  Not valuing now the root whence it sprang; having found that it was of a sort which nothing but gold dust could manure, I have but half a liking to the blossom, especially when it looks so artificial as just now.  I keep it and rear it rather on the Roman Catholic principle of expiating numerous sins, great or small, by one good work.  I’ll explain all this some day.  Good-night.”

CHAPTER XV

Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it.  It was one afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Adele in the grounds:  and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock, he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.

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