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fear in the presence of a man and a brother—or father； or master； or what you will—to smile too gaily； speak too freely； or move too quickly： but； in time； I think you will learn to be natural with me； as I find it impossible to be conventional with you； and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now。 I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close…set bars of a cage： a vivid； restless； resolute captive is there； were it but free； it would soar cloud…high。 You are still bent on going？”
“It has struck nine； sir。”
“Never mind；—wait a minute： Adèle 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 Adèle （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 à l’instant même！’ 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 Céline 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； Adèle’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 chasséed 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 bonté；” then rising； she added； “C’est me cela que maman faisait； n’est…ce pas； monsieur？”
“Pre…cise…ly！” was the answer； “and； ‘me 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 15
Mr。 Rochester did； on a future occasion； explain it。 It was one afternoon； when he chanced to meet me and Adèle 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。
He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera…dancer； Céline Varens； towards whom he had once cherished what he called a “grande passion。” This passion Céline had professed to return with even superior ardour。 He thought himself her idol； ugly as he was： he believed； as he said； that she preferred his “taille d’athlète” to the elegance of the Apollo Belvidere。
“And； Miss Eyre； so much was I flattered by this preference of the Gallic sylph for her British gnome； that I installed her in an hotel； gave her a plete establishment of servants； a carriage； cashmeres； diamonds； dentelles； &c。 In short； I began the process of ruining myself in the received style； like any other spoony。 I had not； it seems； the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and destruction； but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to deviate an inch from the beaten centre。 I had—as I deserved to have—the fate of all other spoonies。 Happening to call one evening when Céline did not expect me； I found her out； but it was a warm night； and I was tired with strolling through Paris； so I sat down in her boudoir； happy to breathe the air consecrated so lately by her presence。 No；—I exaggerate； I never thought there was any consecrating virtue about her： it was rather a sort of pastille perfume she had left； a scent of musk and amber； than an odour of sanctity。 I was just beginning to stifle with the fumes of conservatory flowers and sprinkled essences； when I bethought myself to open the window and step out on to the balcony。 It was moonlight and gaslight besides； and very still and serene。 The balcony was furnished with a chair or two； I sat down； and took out a cigar；—I will take one now； if you will excuse me。”
Here ensued a pause； filled up by the producing and lighting of a cigar； having placed it to his lips and breathed a trail of Havannah incense on the freezing and sunless air； he went on—
“I liked bonbons too in those days； Miss Eyre； and I was croquant— （overlook the barbarism）—croquant chocolate fits； and smoking alternately； watching meantime the equipages that rolled along the fashionable streets towards the neighbouring opera…house； when in an elegant close carriage drawn by a beautiful pair of English horses； and distinctly seen in the brilliant city…night； I recognised the ‘voiture’ I had given Céline。 She was returning： of course my heart thumped with impatience against the iron rails I leant upon。 The carriage stopped； as I had expected； at the hotel door； my flame （that is the very word for an opera inamorata） alighted： though muffed in a cloak—an unnecessary encumbrance； by…the…bye； on so warm a June evening—I knew her instantly by her little foot； seen peeping from the skirt of her dress； as she skipped from the carriage…step。 Bending over the balcony； I was about to murmur ‘Mon ange’—in a tone； of course； which should be audible to the ear of love alone—when a figure jumped from the carriage after her； cloaked also； but that was a spurred heel which had rung on the pavement； and that was a hatted head which now passed under the arched porte cochère of the hotel。
“You never felt jealousy； did you； Miss Eyre？ Of course not： I need not ask you； because you never felt love。 You have both sentiments yet to experience： your soul sleeps； the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it。 You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away。 Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears； you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood； nor hear the breakers boil at their base。 But I tell you—and you may mark my words—you will e some day to a craggy pass in the channel； where the whole of life’s stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult； foam and noise： either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points； or lifted up and borne on by some master…wave into a calmer current—as I am now。
“I like this day； I like that sky of steel； I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost。 I like Thornfield； its antiquity； its retirement； its old crow…trees and thorn…trees； its grey facade； and lines of dark windows reflecting that metal welkin： and yet how long have I abhorred the very thought of it； shunned it like a great plague…house？ How I do still abhor —”
He ground his teeth and was silent： he arrested his step and struck his boot against the hard ground。 Some hated thought seemed to have him in its grip； and to hold him so tightly that he could not advance。
We were ascending the avenue when he thus paused； the hall was before us。 Lifting his eye to its battlements； he cast over them a glare such as I never saw before or since。 Pain； shame； ire； impatience； disgust； detestation； seemed mo