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ess or desperation one would have expected to see marking the countenance of a woman who had attempted murder； and whose intended victim had followed her last night to her lair； and （as I believed）； charged her with the crime she wished to perpetrate。 I was amazed—confounded。 She looked up； while I still gazed at her： no start； no increase or failure of colour betrayed emotion； consciousness of guilt； or fear of detection。 She said “Good morning； Miss；” in her usual phlegmatic and brief manner； and taking up another ring and more tape； went on with her sewing。
“I will put her to some test；” thought I： “such absolute imperability is past prehension。”
“Good morning； Grace；” I said。 “Has anything happened here？ I thought I heard the servants all talking together a while ago。”
“Only master had been reading in his bed last night； he fell asleep with his candle lit； and the curtains got on fire； but； fortunately； he awoke before the bed…clothes or the wood…work caught； and contrived to quench the flames with the water in the ewer。
“A strange affair！” I said； in a low voice： then； looking at her fixedly—“Did Mr。 Rochester wake nobody？ Did no one hear him move？”
She again raised her eyes to me； and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression。 She seemed to examine me warily； then she answered—
“The servants sleep so far off； you know； Miss； they would not be likely to hear。 Mrs。 Fairfax’s room and yours are the nearest to master’s； but Mrs。 Fairfax said she heard nothing： when people get elderly； they often sleep heavy。” She paused； and then added； with a sort of assumed indifference； but still in a marked and significant tone—“But you are young； Miss； and I should say a light sleeper： perhaps you may have heard a noise？”
“I did；” said I； dropping my voice； so that Leah； who was still polishing the panes； could not hear me； “and at first I thought it was Pilot： but Pilot cannot laugh； and I am certain I heard a laugh； and a strange one。”
She took a new needleful of thread； waxed it carefully； threaded her needle with a steady hand； and then observed； with perfect posure—
“It is hardly likely master would laugh； I should think； Miss； when he was in such danger： You must have been dreaming。”
“I was not dreaming；” I said； with some warmth； for her brazen coolness provoked me。 Again she looked at me； and with the same scrutinising and conscious eye。
“Have you told master that you heard a laugh？” she inquired。
“I have not had the opportunity of speaking to him this morning。”
“You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery？” she further asked。
She appeared to be cross…questioning me； attempting to draw from me information unawares。 The idea struck me that if she discovered I knew or suspected her guilt； she would be playing of some of her malignant pranks on me； I thought it advisable to be on my guard。
“On the contrary；” said I； “I bolted my door。”
“Then you are not in the habit of bolting your door every night before you get into bed？”
“Fiend！ she wants to know my habits； that she may lay her plans accordingly！” Indignation again prevailed over prudence： I replied sharply； “Hitherto I have often omitted to fasten the bolt： I did not think it necessary。 I was not aware any danger or annoyance was to be dreaded at Thornfield Hall： but in future” （and I laid marked stress on the words） “I shall take good care to make all secure before I venture to lie down。”
“It will be wise so to do；” was her answer： “this neighbourhood is as quiet as any I know； and I never heard of the hall being attempted by robbers since it was a house； though there are hundreds of pounds’ worth of plate in the plate…closet； as is well known。 And you see； for such a large house； there are very few servants； because master has never lived here much； and when he does e； being a bachelor； he needs little waiting on： but I always think it best to err on the safe side； a door is soon fastened； and it is as well to have a drawn bolt between one and any mischief that may be about。 A deal of people； Miss； are for trusting all to Providence； but I say Providence will not dispense with the means； though He often blesses them when they are used discreetly。” And here she closed her harangue： a long one for her； and uttered with the demureness of a Quakeress。
I still stood absolutely dumfoundered at what appeared to me her miraculous self…possession and most inscrutable hypocrisy； when the cook entered。
“Mrs。 Poole；” said she； addressing Grace； “the servants’ dinner will soon be ready： will you e down？”
“No； just put my pint of porter and bit of pudding on a tray； and I’ll carry it upstairs。”
“You’ll have some meat？”
“Just a morsel； and a taste of cheese； that’s all。”
“And the sago？”
“Never mind it at present： I shall be ing down before teatime： I’ll make it myself。”
The cook here turned to me； saying that Mrs。 Fairfax was waiting for me： so I departed。
I hardly heard Mrs。 Fairfax’s account of the curtain conflagration during dinner； so much was I occupied in puzzling my brains over the enigmatical character of Grace Poole； and still more in pondering the problem of her position at Thornfield and questioning why she had not been given into custody that morning； or； at the very least； dismissed from her master’s service。 He had almost as much as declared his conviction of her criminality last night： what mysterious cause withheld him from accusing her？ Why had he enjoined me； too； to secrecy？ It was strange： a bold； vindictive； and haughty gentleman seemed somehow in the power of one of the meanest of his dependants； so much in her power； that even when she lifted her hand against his life； he dared not openly charge her with the attempt； much less punish her for it。
Had Grace been young and handsome； I should have been tempted to think that tenderer feelings than prudence or fear influenced Mr。 Rochester in her behalf； but； hard…favoured and matronly as she was； the idea could not be admitted。 “Yet；” I reflected； “she has been young once； her youth would be contemporary with her master’s： Mrs。 Fairfax told me once； she had lived here many years。 I don’t think she can ever have been pretty； but； for aught I know； she may possess originality and strength of character to pensate for the want of personal advantages。 Mr。 Rochester is an amateur of the decided and eccentric： Grace is eccentric at least。 What if a former caprice （a freak very possible to a nature so sudden and headstrong as his） has delivered him into her power； and she now exercises over his actions a secret influence； the result of his own indiscretion； which he cannot shake off； and dare not disregard？” But； having reached this point of conjecture； Mrs。 Poole’s square； flat figure； and unely； dry； even coarse face； recurred so distinctly to my mind’s eye； that I thought； “No； impossible！ my supposition cannot be correct。 Yet；” suggested the secret voice which talks to us in our own hearts； “you are not beautiful either； and perhaps Mr。 Rochester approves you： at any rate； you have often felt as if he did； and last night—remember his words； remember his look； remember his voice！”
I well remembered all； language； glance； and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed。 I was now in the schoolroom； Adèle was drawing； I bent over her and directed her pencil。 She looked up with a sort of start。
“Qu’ avez…vous； mademoiselle？” said she。 “Vos doigts tremblent me la feuille； et vos joues sont rouges： mais； rouges me des cerises！”
“I am hot； Adèle； with stooping！” She went on sketching； I went on thinking。
I hastened to drive from my mind the hateful notion I had been conceiving respecting Grace Poole； it disgusted me。 I pared myself with her； and found we were different。 Bessie Leaven had said I was quite a lady； and she spoke truth—I was a lady。 And now I looked much better than I did when Bessie saw me； I had more colour and more flesh； more life； more vivacity； because I had brighter hopes and keener enjoyments。
“Evening approaches；” said I； as I looked towards the window。 “I have never heard Mr。 Rochester’s voice or step in the house to…day； but surely