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both sisters were fair as lilies。
Lady Lynn was a large and stout personage of about forty； very erect； very haughty…looking； richly dressed in a satin robe of changeful sheen： her dark hair shone glossily under the shade of an azure plume； and within the circlet of a band of gems。
Mrs。 Colonel Dent was less showy； but； I thought； more lady…like。 She had a slight figure； a pale； gentle face； and fair hair。 Her black satin dress； her scarf of rich foreign lace； and her pearl ornaments； pleased me better than the rainbow radiance of the titled dame。
But the three most distinguished—partly； perhaps； because the tallest figures of the band—were the Dowager Lady Ingram and her daughters； Blanche and Mary。 They were all three of the loftiest stature of women。 The Dowager might be between forty and fifty： her shape was still fine； her hair （by candle…light at least） still black； her teeth； too； were still apparently perfect。 Most people would have termed her a splendid woman of her age： and so she was； no doubt； physically speaking； but then there was an expression of almost insupportable haughtiness in her bearing and countenance。 She had Roman features and a double chin； disappearing into a throat like a pillar： these features appeared to me not only inflated and darkened； but even furrowed with pride； and the chin was sustained by the same principle； in a position of almost preternatural erectness。 She had； likewise； a fierce and a hard eye： it reminded me of Mrs。 Reed’s； she mouthed her words in speaking； her voice was deep； its inflections very pompous； very dogmatical；—very intolerable； in short。 A crimson velvet robe； and a shawl turban of some gold…wrought Indian fabric； invested her （I suppose she thought） with a truly imperial dignity。
Blanche and Mary were of equal stature；—straight and tall as poplars。 Mary was too slim for her height； but Blanche was moulded like a Dian。 I regarded her； of course； with special interest。 First； I wished to see whether her appearance accorded with Mrs。 Fairfax’s description； secondly； whether it at all resembled the fancy miniature I had painted of her； and thirdly—it will out！— whether it were such as I should fancy likely to suit Mr。 Rochester’s taste。
As far as person went； she answered point for point； both to my picture and Mrs。 Fairfax’s description。 The noble bust； the sloping shoulders； the graceful neck； the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there；—but her face？ Her face was like her mother’s； a youthful unfurrowed likeness： the same low brow； the same high features； the same pride。 It was not； however； so saturnine a pride！ she laughed continually； her laugh was satirical； and so was the habitual expression of her arched and haughty lip。
Genius is said to be self…conscious。 I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius； but she was self…conscious—remarkably self… conscious indeed。 She entered into a discourse on botany with the gentle Mrs。 Dent。 It seemed Mrs。 Dent had not studied that science： though； as she said； she liked flowers； “especially wild ones；” Miss Ingram had； and she ran over its vocabulary with an air。 I presently perceived she was （what is vernacularly termed） trailing Mrs。 Dent； that is； playing on her ignorance—her trail might be clever； but it was decidedly not good…natured。 She played： her execution was brilliant； she sang： her voice was fine； she talked French apart to her mamma； and she talked it well； with fluency and with a good accent。
Mary had a milder and more open countenance than Blanche； softer features too； and a skin some shades fairer （Miss Ingram was dark as a Spaniard）—but Mary was deficient in life： her face lacked expression； her eye lustre； she had nothing to say； and having once taken her seat； remained fixed like a statue in its niche。 The sisters were both attired in spotless white。
And did I now think Miss Ingram such a choice as Mr。 Rochester would be likely to make？ I could not tell—I did not know his taste in female beauty。 If he liked the majestic； she was the very type of majesty： then she was acplished； sprightly。 Most gentlemen would admire her； I thought； and that he did admire her； I already seemed to have obtained proof： to remove the last shade of doubt； it remained but to see them together。
You are not to suppose； reader； that Adèle has all this time been sitting motionless on the stool at my feet： no； when the ladies entered； she rose； advanced to meet them； made a stately reverence； and said with gravity—
“Bon jour； mesdames。”
And Miss Ingram had looked down at her with a mocking air； and exclaimed； “Oh； what a little puppet！”
Lady Lynn had remarked； “It is Mr。 Rochester’s ward； I suppose—the little French girl he was speaking of。”
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； they e。 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 “père noble de théatre。” 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 es in last： I am not looking at the arch； yet I see him enter。 I try to concentrate my attention on those ting…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 e 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。
Most true is it that “beauty is in the eye of the gazer。” My master’s colourless； olive face； square； massive brow； broad and jetty eyebrows； deep eyes； strong features； firm； grim mouth；—all energy； decision； will；—were not beautiful； according to rule； but they were more than beautiful to me； they were full of an interest； an influence that quite mastered me；—that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his。 I had not intended to love him； the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected； and now； at the first renewed view of him； they spontaneously arrived； green and strong！ He made me love him without looking at me。
I pared him with his guests。 What was the gallant grace of the Lynns； the languid elegance of Lord Ingram；—even the military distinction of Colonel Dent； contrasted with his look of native pith and genuine power？ I had no sympathy in their appearance； their expression： yet I could imagine that most observers would call them attractive； handsome； imposing； while they would pronounce Mr。 Rochester at once harsh…featured and melancholy…looking。 I saw them smile； laugh—it was nothing； the light of the candles had as much soul in it as their smile； the tinkle of the bell as much significance as their laugh。 I saw Mr。 Rochester smile：… his stern features softened； his eye grew both brilliant and gentle； its ray both searching and sweet。 He was talking； at the moment； to Louisa and Amy Eshton。 I wondered to see them receive with calm that look which seemed to me so perating： I expected their eyes to fall； their colour to rise under it； yet I was glad when I found they were in no sense moved。 “He is not to them what he is to me；” I thought： “he is not of their kind。 I believe he is of mine；—I am sure he is—I feel akin to him—I understand the language of his countenance and movements： though rank and wealth sever us widely； I have something in my brain and heart； in my blood and nerves； that assimilates me mentally to him。 Did I say； a few days since； that I had nothing to do with him but to receive my salary at his hands？ Did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster？ Blasphemy against nature！ Every good； true； vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him。 I know I must conceal my sentiments： I must smother hope； I must remember that he cannot care much for me。 For when I say that I am of his kind； I do not mean that I have his force to influence； and his spell to attract； I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in mon with him。 I must； then； repeat continually that we are for ever sundered：… and yet； while I breathe and think； I must love him。”
Coffee is handed。 The ladies； since the gentlemen entered； have bee lively as larks； conversation waxes brisk and merry。 Colonel Dent and Mr。 Eshton argue on politics； their wives listen。 The two proud dowagers； Lady Lynn and Lady Ingram； confabulate together。 Sir George—whom； by…the…bye； I have forgotten to describe；—a very big； and very fresh…looking country gentleman； stands before their sofa； coffee…cup in hand； and occasionally puts in a word。 Mr。 Frederick Lynn has taken a seat beside Mary Ingram； and is showing her the engravings of a splendid volume： she looks； smiles now and then； but apparently says little。 The tall and phlegmatic Lord Ingram leans with folded arms on the chair…back of the little and lively Amy Eshton； she glances up at him； and chatters like a wren： she likes him better than she does Mr。 Rochester。 Henry Lynn has taken possession of an ottoman at the feet of Louisa： Adèle shares it with him： he is trying to talk French with her； and Louisa laughs at his blunders。 With whom will Blanche Ingram pair？ She is standing alone at the table； bending gracefully over an album。 She seems waiting to be sought； but she will not wait too long： she herself selects a mate。
Mr。 Rochester； having quitted the Eshtons； stands on the hearth as solitary as she stands by the table： she confronts him； taking her station on the opposite side of the mantelpiece。
“Mr。 Rochester； I thought you were not fond of children？”
“Nor am I。”
“Then； what induced you to take charge of such a little doll as that？” （pointing to Adèle）。 “Where did you pick her up？”
“I did not pick her up； she was left on my hands。”
“You should have sent her to school。”
“I could not afford it： schools are so dear。”
“Why； I suppose you have a governess for her： I saw a person with her just now—is she gone？ Oh； no！ there she is still； behind the window…curtain。 You pay her； of course； I should think it quite as expensive；—more so； for you have them both to keep in addition。”
I feared—or should I say； hoped？—the allusion to me would make Mr。 Rochester glance my way； and I involuntarily shrank farther into the shade： but he never turned his eyes。
“I have not considered the subject；” said he indifferently； looking straight before him。
“No； you men never do consider economy and mon sense。 You should hear mama on the chapter of governesses： Mary and I have had； I should think； a dozen at least in our day； half of them detestable and the rest ridiculous； and all incubi—were they not； mama？”
“Did you speak； my own？”
The young lady thus claimed as the dowager’s special property； reiterated her question with an explanation。
“My dearest； don’t mention governesses； the word makes me nervous。 I have suffered a martyrdom from their inpetency and caprice。 I thank Heaven I have now done with them！”
Mrs。 Dent here bent over to the pious lady and whispered something in her ear； I suppose； from the answer elicited； it was a reminder that one of the anathematised race was present。
“Tant pis！” said her Ladyship； “I hope it may d