Mrs. Dent had kindly taken her hand, and given her a kiss.

Amy and Louisa Eshton had cried out simultaneously--"What a love of

a child!"

And then they had called her to a sofa, where she now sat, ensconced

between them, chattering alternately in French and broken English;

absorbing not only the young ladies' attention, but that of Mrs.

Eshton and Lady Lynn, and getting spoilt to her heart's content.

At last coffee is brought in, and the gentlemen are summoned. I sit

in the shade--if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit

apartment; the window-curtain half hides me. Again the arch yawns;

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they come. The collective appearance of the gentlemen, like that of

the ladies, is very imposing: they are all costumed in black; most

of them are tall, some young. Henry and Frederick Lynn are very

dashing sparks indeed; and Colonel Dent is a fine soldierly man.

Mr. Eshton, the magistrate of the district, is gentleman-like: his

hair is quite white, his eyebrows and whiskers still dark, which

gives him something of the appearance of a "pere noble de theatre."

Lord Ingram, like his sisters, is very tall; like them, also, he is

handsome; but he shares Mary's apathetic and listless look: he

seems to have more length of limb than vivacity of blood or vigour

of brain.

And where is Mr. Rochester?

He comes in last: I am not looking at the arch, yet I see him

enter. I try to concentrate my attention on those netting-needles,

on the meshes of the purse I am forming--I wish to think only of the

work I have in my hands, to see only the silver beads and silk

threads that lie in my lap; whereas, I distinctly behold his figure,

and I inevitably recall the moment when I last saw it; just after I

had rendered him, what he deemed, an essential service, and he,

holding my hand, and looking down on my face, surveyed me with eyes

that revealed a heart full and eager to overflow; in whose emotions

I had a part. How near had I approached him at that moment! What

had occurred since, calculated to change his and my relative

positions? Yet now, how distant, how far estranged we were! So far

estranged, that I did not expect him to come and speak to me. I did

not wonder, when, without looking at me, he took a seat at the other

side of the room, and began conversing with some of the ladies.

No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and that

I might gaze without being observed, than my eyes were drawn

involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under

control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I

looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,--a precious yet

poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a

pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the

well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine

draughts nevertheless.




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