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rt；　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。　Fairfax　seemed　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？　and　one　should　consider　all；　before　pronouncing　an　opinion　as　to　its　nature。”

“Miss　Eyre；　you　are　not　so　unsophisticated　as　Adèle：　she　demands　a　‘cadeau；’　clamorously；　the　moment　she　sees　me：　you　beat　about　the　bush。”

“Because　I　have　less　confidence　in　my　deserts　than　Adèle　has：　she　can　prefer　the　claim　of　old　acquaintance；　and　the　right　too　of　custom；　for　she　says　you　have　always　been　in　the　habit　of　giving　her　playthings；　but　if　I　had　to　make　out　a　case　I　should　be　puzzled；　since　I　am　a　stranger；　and　have　done　nothing　to　entitle　me　to　an　acknowledgment。”

“Oh；　don’t　fall　back　on　over…modesty！　I　have　examined　Adèle；　and　find　you　have　taken　great　pains　with　her：　she　is　not　bright；　she　has　no　talents；　yet　in　a　short　time　she　has　made　much　improvement。”

“Sir；　you　have　now　given　me　my　‘cadeau；’　I　am　obliged　to　you：　it　is　the　meed　teachers　most　covet—praise　of　their　pupils’　progress。”

“Humph！”　said　Mr。　Rochester；　and　he　took　his　tea　in　silence。

“e　to　the　fire；”　said　the　master；　when　the　tray　was　taken　away；　and　Mrs。　Fairfax　had　settled　into　a　corner　with　her　knitting；　while　Adèle　was　leading　me　by　the　hand　round　the　room；　showing　me　the　beautiful　books　and　ornaments　on　the　consoles　and　chiffonnieres。　We　obeyed；　as　in　duty　bound；　Adèle　wanted　to　take　a　seat　on　my　knee；　but　she　was　ordered　to　amuse　herself　with　Pilot。

“You　have　been　resident　in　my　house　three　months？”

“Yes；　sir。”

“And　you　came　from—？”

“From　Lowood　school；　in—shire。”

“Ah！　a　charitable　concern。　How　long　were　you　there？”

“Eight　years。”

“Eight　years！　you　must　be　tenacious　of　life。　I　thought　half　the　time　in　such　a　place　would　have　done　up　any　constitution！　No　wonder　you　have　rather　the　look　of　another　world。　I　marvelled　where　you　had　got　that　sort　of　face。　When　you　came　on　me　in　Hay　Lane　last　night；　I　thought　unaccountably　of　fairy　tales；　and　had　half　a　mind　to　demand　whether　you　had　bewitched　my　horse：　I　am　not　sure　yet。　Who　are　your　parents？”

“I　have　none。”

“Nor　ever　had；　I　suppose：　do　you　remember　them？”

“No。”

“I　thought　not。　And　so　you　were　waiting　for　your　people　when　you　sat　on　that　stile？”

“For　whom；　sir？”

“For　the　men　in　green：　it　was　a　proper　moonlight　evening　for　them。　Did　I　break　through　one　of　your　rings；　that　you　spread　that　damned　ice　on　the　causeway？”

I　shook　my　head。　“The　men　in　green　all　forsook　England　a　hundred　years　ago；”　said　I；　speaking　as　seriously　as　he　had　done。　“And　not　even　in　Hay　Lane；　or　the　fields　about　it；　could　you　find　a　trace　of　them。　I　don’t　think　either　summer　or　harvest；　or　winter　moon；　will　ever　shine　on　their　revels　more。”

Mrs。　Fairfax　had　dropped　her　knitting；　and；　with　raised　eyebrows；　seemed　wondering　what　sort　of　talk　this　was。