ble hearth and brass fire…irons； and revealing purple draperies and polished furniture； in the most pleasant radiance。 it revealed； too； a group near the mantelpiece： i had scarcely caught it； and scarcely bee aware of a cheerful mingling of voices； amongst which i seemed to distinguish the tones of adèle； when the door closed。
i hastened to mrs。 fairfax’s room； there was a fire there too； but no candle； and no mrs。 fairfax。 instead； all alone； sitting upright on the rug； and gazing with gravity at the blaze； i beheld a great black and white long…haired dog； just like the gytrash of the lane。 it was so like it that i went forward and said—“pilot” and the thing got up and came to me and snuffed me。 i caressed him； and he wagged his great tail； but he looked an eerie creature to be alone with； and i could not tell whence he had e。 i rang the bell； for i wanted a candle； and i wanted； too； to get an account of this visitant。 leah entered。
“what dog is this？”
“he came with master。”
“with whom？”
“with master—mr。 rochester—he is just arrived。”
“indeed！ and is mrs。 fairfax with him？”
“yes； and miss adèle； they are in the dining…room； and john is gone for a surgeon； for master has had an accident； his horse fell and his ankle is sprained。”
“did the horse fall in hay lane？”
“yes； ing down…hill； it slipped on some ice。”
“ah！ bring me a candle will you leah？”
leah brought it； she entered； followed by mrs。 fairfax； who repeated the news； adding that mr。 carter the surgeon was e； and was now with mr。 rochester： then she hurried out to give orders about tea； and i went upstairs to take off my things。
Chapter 13
生小 说＋网
mr。 rochester； it seems； by the surgeon’s orders； went to bed early that night； nor did he rise soon next morning。 when he did e down； it was to attend to business： his agent and some of his tenants were arrived； and waiting to speak with him。
adèle and i had now to vacate the library： it would be in daily requisition as a reception…room for callers。 a fire was lit in an apartment upstairs； and there i carried our books； and arranged it for the future schoolroom。 i discerned in the course of the morning that thornfield hall was a changed place： no longer silent as a church； it echoed every hour or two to a knock at the door； or a clang of the bell； steps； too； often traversed the hall； and new voices spoke in different keys below； a rill from the outer world was flowing through it； it had a master： for my part； i liked it better。
adèle was not easy to teach that day； she could not apply： she kept running to the door and looking over the banisters to see if she could get a glimpse of mr。 rochester； then she coined pretexts to go downstairs； in order； as i shrewdly suspected； to visit the library； where i knew she was not wanted； then； when i got a little angry； and made her sit still； she continued to talk incessantly of her “ami； monsieur edouard fairfax de rochester；” as she dubbed him （i had not before heard his prenomens）； and to conjecture what presents he had brought her： for it appears he had intimated the night before； that when his luggage came from millcote； there would be found amongst it a little box in whose contents she had an interest。
“et cela doit signifier；” said she； “qu’il y aura le dedans un cadeau pour moi； et peut…être pour vous aussi； mademoiselle。 monsieur a parle de vous： il m’a demande le nom de ma gouvernante； et si elle n’etait pas une petite personne； assez mince et un peu pale。 j’ai dit qu’oui： car c’est vrai； n’est…ce pas； mademoiselle？”
i and my pupil dined as usual in mrs。 fairfax’s parlour； the afternoon was wild and snowy； and we passed it in the schoolroom。 at dark i allowed adèle to put away books and work； and to run downstairs； for； from the parative silence below； and from the cessation of appeals to the door…bell； i conjectured that mr。 rochester was now at liberty。 left alone； i walked to the window； but nothing was to be seen thence： twilight and snowflakes together thickened the air； and hid the very shrubs on the lawn。 i let down the curtain and went back to the fireside。
in the clear embers i was tracing a view； not unlike a picture i remembered to have seen of the castle of heidelberg； on the rhine； when mrs。 fairfax came in； breaking up by her entrance the fiery mosaic i had been piercing together； and scattering too some heavy unwele thoughts that were beginning to throng on my solitude。
“mr。 rochester would be glad if you and your pupil would take tea with him in the drawing…room this evening；” said she： “he has been so much engaged all day that he could not ask to see you before。”
“when is his tea…time？” i inquired。
“oh； at six o’clock： he keeps early hours in the country。 you had better change your frock now； i will go with you and fasten it。 here is a candle。”
“is it necessary to change my frock？”
“yes； you had better： i always dress for the evening when mr。 rochester is here。”
this additional ceremony seemed somewhat stately； however； i repaired to my room； and； with mrs。 fairfax’s aid； replaced my black stuff dress by one of black silk； the best and the only additional one i had； except one of light grey； which； in my lowood notions of the toilette； i thought too fine to be worn； except on first…rate occasions。
“you want a brooch；” said mrs。 fairfax。 i had a single little pearl ornament which miss temple gave me as a parting keepsake： i put it on； and then we went downstairs。 unused as i was to strangers； it was rather a trial to appear thus formally summoned in mr。 rochester’s presence。 i let mrs。 fairfax precede me into the dining…room； and kept in her shade as we crossed that apartment； and； passing the arch； whose curtain was now dropped； entered the elegant recess beyond。
two wax candles stood lighted on the table； and two on the mantelpiece； basking in the light and heat of a superb fire； lay pilot—adèle knelt near him。 half reclined on a couch appeared mr。 rochester； his foot supported by the cushion； he was looking at adèle and the dog： the fire shone full on his face。 i knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows； his square forehead； made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair。 i recognised his decisive nose； more remarkable for character than beauty； his full nostrils； denoting； i thought； choler； his grim mouth； chin； and jaw—yes； all three were very grim； and no mistake。 his shape； now divested of cloak； i perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy： i suppose it was a good figure in the athletic sense of the term—broad chested and thin flanked； though neither tall nor graceful。
mr。 rochester must have been aware of the entrance of mrs。 fairfax and myself； but it appeared he was not in the mood to notice us； for he never lifted his head as we approached。
“here is miss eyre； sir；” said mrs。 fairfax； in her quiet way。 he bowed； still not taking his eyes from the group of the dog and child。
“let miss eyre be seated；” said he： and there was something in the forced stiff bow； in the impatient yet formal tone； which seemed further to express； “what the deuce is it to me whether miss eyre be there or not？ at this moment i am not disposed to accost her。”
i sat down quite disembarrassed。 a reception of finished politeness would probably have confused me： i could not have returned or repaid it by answering grace and elegance on my part； but harsh caprice laid me under no obligation； on the contrary； a decent quiescence； under the freak of manner； gave me the advantage。 besides； the eccentricity of the proceeding was piquant： i felt interested to see how he would go on。
he went on as a statue would； that is； he neither spoke nor moved。 mrs。 fairfaeemed to think it necessary that some one should be amiable； and she began to talk。 kindly； as usual—and； as usual； rather trite—she condoled with him on the pressure of business he had had all day； on the annoyance it must have been to him with that painful sprain： then she mended his patience and perseverance in going through with it。
“madam； i should like some tea；” was the sole rejoinder she got。 she hastened to ring the bell； and when the tray came； she proceeded to arrange the cups； spoons； &c。； with assiduous celerity。 i and adèle went to the table； but the master did not leave his couch。
“will you hand mr。 rochester’s cup？” said mrs。 fairfax to me； “adèle might perhaps spill it。”
i did as requested。 as he took the cup from my hand； adèle； thinking the moment propitious for making a request in my favour； cried out—
“n’est…ce pas； monsieur； qu’il y a un cadeau pour mademoiselle eyre dans votre petit coffre？”
“who talks of cadeaux？” said he gruffly。 “did you expect a present； miss eyre？ are you fond of presents？” and he searched my face with eyes that i saw were dark； irate； and piercing。
“i hardly know； sir； i have little experience of them： they are generally thought pleasant things。”
“generally thought？ but what do you think？”
“i should be obliged to take time； sir； before i could give you an answer worthy of your acceptance： a present has many faces to it； has it not？ an