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1"What! out already?" said she. "I see you are an early riser." I went up to her, and was received with an affable kiss
2and shake of the hand. "How do you like Thornfield?" she asked. I told her I liked it very much. "Yes," she said, "it is
3a pretty place; but I fear it will be getting out of order, unless Mr. Rochester should take it into his head to come
4and reside here permanently; or, at least, visit it rather oftener: great houses and fine grounds require the presence
5of the proprietor." "Mr. Rochester!" I exclaimed. "Who is he?" "The owner of Thornfield," she responded quietly. "Did
6you not know he was called Rochester?" Of course I did not--I had never heard of him before; but the old lady seemed to
7regard his existence as a universally understood fact, with which everybody must be acquainted by instinct. "I thought,"
8I continued, "Thornfield belonged to you." "To me? Bless you, child; what an idea! To me! I am only the housekeeper--the
9manager. To be sure I am distantly related to the Rochesters by the mother's side, or at least my husband was; he was a
10clergyman, incumbent of Hay--that little village yonder on the hill--and that church near the gates was his. The present
11Mr. Rochester's mother was a Fairfax, and second cousin to my husband: but I never presume on the connection--in fact,
12it is nothing to me; I consider myself quite in the light of an ordinary housekeeper: my employer is always civil, and I
13expect nothing more." "And the little girl--my pupil!" "She is Mr. Rochester's ward; he commissioned me to find a
14governess for her. He intended to have her brought up in ----shire, I believe. Here she comes, with her 'bonne,' as she
15calls her nurse." The enigma then was explained: this affable and kind little widow was no great dame; but a dependent
16like myself. I did not like her the worse for that; on the contrary, I felt better pleased than ever. The equality
17between her and me was real; not the mere result of condescension on her part: so much the better--my position was all
18the freer. As I was meditating on this discovery, a little girl, followed by her attendant, came running up the lawn. I
19looked at my pupil, who did not at first appear to notice me: she was quite a child, perhaps seven or eight years old,
20slightly built, with a pale, small-featured face, and a redundancy of hair falling in curls to her waist. "Good morning,
21Miss Adela," said Mrs. Fairfax. "Come and speak to the lady who is to teach you, and to make you a clever woman some
22day." She approached. "C'est là ma gouvernante!" said she, pointing to me, and addressing her nurse; who answered--
23"Mais oui, certainement." "Are they foreigners?" I inquired, amazed at hearing the French language. "The nurse is a
24foreigner, and Adela was born on the Continent; and, I believe, never left it till within six months ago. When she first
25came here she could speak no English; now she can make shift to talk it a little: I don't understand her, she mixes it
26so with French; but you will make out her meaning very well, I dare say." Fortunately I had had the advantage of being
27taught French by a French lady; and as I had always made a point of conversing with Madame Pierrot as often as I could,
28and had besides, during the last seven years, learnt a portion of French by heart daily--applying myself to take pains
29with my accent, and imitating as closely as possible the pronunciation of my teacher, I had acquired a certain degree of
30readiness and correctness in the language, and was not likely to be much at a loss with Mademoiselle Adela. She came and
31shook hands with me when she heard that I was her governess; and as I led her in to breakfast, I addressed some phrases
32to her in her own tongue: she replied briefly at first, but after we were seated at the table, and she had examined me
33some ten minutes with her large hazel eyes, she suddenly commenced chattering fluently. "Ah!" cried she, in French, "you
34speak my language as well as Mr. Rochester does: I can talk to you as I can to him, and so can Sophie. She will be glad:
35nobody here understands her: Madame Fairfax is all English. Sophie is my nurse; she came with me over the sea in a great
36ship with a chimney that smoked--how it did smoke!--and I was sick, and so was Sophie, and so was Mr. Rochester. Mr.
37Rochester lay down on a sofa in a pretty room called the salon, and Sophie and I had little beds in another place. I
38nearly fell out of mine; it was like a shelf. And Mademoiselle--what is your name?" "Eyre--Jane Eyre." "Aire? Bah! I
39cannot say it. Well, our ship stopped in the morning, before it was quite daylight, at a great city--a huge city, with
40very dark houses and all smoky; not at all like the pretty clean town I came from; and Mr. Rochester carried me in his
41arms over a plank to the land, and Sophie came after, and we all got into a coach, which took us to a beautiful large
42house, larger than this and finer, called an hotel. We stayed there nearly a week: I and Sophie used to walk every day
43in a great green place full of trees, called the Park; and there were many children there besides me, and a pond with
44beautiful birds in it, that I fed with crumbs." "Can you understand her when she runs on so fast?" asked Mrs. Fairfax. I
45understood her very well, for I had been accustomed to the fluent tongue of Madame Pierrot. "I wish," continued the good
46lady, "you would ask her a question or two about her parents: I wonder if she remembers them?" "Adèle," I inquired,
47"with whom did you live when you were in that pretty clean town you spoke of?" "I lived long ago with mama; but she is
48gone to the Holy Virgin. Mama used to teach me to dance and sing, and to say verses. A great many gentlemen and ladies
49came to see mama, and I used to dance before them, or to sit on their knees and sing to them: I liked it. Shall I let
50you hear me sing now?" She had finished her breakfast, so I permitted her to give a specimen of her accomplishments.
51Descending from her chair, she came and placed herself on my knee; then, folding her little hands demurely before her,
52shaking back her curls and lifting her eyes to the ceiling, she commenced singing a song from some opera. It was the
53strain of a forsaken lady, who, after bewailing the perfidy of her lover, calls pride to her aid; desires her attendant
54to deck her in her brightest jewels and richest robes, and resolves to meet the false one that night at a ball, and
55prove to him, by the gaiety of her demeanour, how little his desertion has affected her. The subject seemed strangely
56chosen for an infant singer; but I suppose the point of the exhibition lay in hearing the notes of love and jealousy
57warbled with the lisp of childhood; and in very bad taste that point was: at least I thought so. Adèle sang the
58canzonette tunefully enough, and with the naïveté of her age. This achieved, she jumped from my knee and said, "Now,
59Mademoiselle, I will repeat you some poetry." Assuming an attitude, she began, "La Ligue des Rats: fable de La
60Fontaine." She then declaimed the little piece with an attention to punctuation and emphasis, a flexibility of voice and
61an appropriateness of gesture, very unusual indeed at her age, and which proved she had been carefully trained. "Was it
62your mama who taught you that piece?" I asked. "Yes, and she just used to say it in this way: 'Qu'avez vous donc? lui
63dit un de ces rats; parlez!' She made me lift my hand--so--to remind me to raise my voice at the question. Now shall I
64dance for you?" "No, that will do: but after your mama went to the Holy Virgin, as you say, with whom did you live
65then?"
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