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1As far as person went, she answered point for point, both to my picture and Mrs. Fairfax's description. The noble bust,
2the sloping shoulders, the graceful neck, the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there;--but her face? Her face was
3like her mother's; a youthful unfurrowed likeness: the same low brow, the same high features, the same pride. It was
4not, however, so saturnine a pride! she laughed continually; her laugh was satirical, and so was the habitual expression
5of her arched and haughty lip. Genius is said to be self-conscious. I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius, but
6she was self-conscious--remarkably self-conscious indeed. She entered into a discourse on botany with the gentle Mrs.
7Dent. It seemed Mrs. Dent had not studied that science: though, as she said, she liked flowers, "especially wild ones;"
8Miss Ingram had, and she ran over its vocabulary with an air. I presently perceived she was (what is vernacularly
9termed) trailing Mrs. Dent; that is, playing on her ignorance; her trail might be clever, but it was decidedly not
10good-natured. She played: her execution was brilliant; she sang: her voice was fine; she talked French apart to her
11mamma; and she talked it well, with fluency and with a good accent. Mary had a milder and more open countenance than
12Blanche; softer features too, and a skin some shades fairer (Miss Ingram was dark as a Spaniard)--but Mary was deficient
13in life: her face lacked expression, her eye lustre; she had nothing to say, and having once taken her seat, remained
14fixed like a statue in its niche. The sisters were both attired in spotless white. And did I now think Miss Ingram such
15a choice as Mr. Rochester would be likely to make? I could not tell--I did not know his taste in female beauty. If he
16liked the majestic, she was the very type of majesty: then she was accomplished, sprightly. Most gentlemen would admire
17her, I thought; and that he did admire her, I already seemed to have obtained proof: to remove the last shade of doubt,
18it remained but to see them together. You are not to suppose, reader, that Adèle has all this time been sitting
19motionless on the stool at my feet: no; when the ladies entered, she rose, advanced to meet them, made a stately
20reverence, and said with gravity-- "Bon jour, mesdames." And Miss Ingram had looked down at her with a mocking air, and
21exclaimed, "Oh, what a little puppet!" Lady Lynn had remarked, "It is Mr. Rochester's ward, I suppose--the little French
22girl he was speaking of." Mrs. Dent had kindly taken her hand, and given her a kiss. Amy and Louisa Eshton had cried out
23simultaneously-- "What a love of a child!" And then they had called her to a sofa, where she now sat, ensconced between
24them, chattering alternately in French and broken English; absorbing not only the young ladies' attention, but that of
25Mrs. Eshton and Lady Lynn, and getting spoilt to her heart's content. At last coffee is brought in, and the gentlemen
26are summoned. I sit in the shade--if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit apartment; the window-curtain half hides
27me. Again the arch yawns; they come. The collective appearance of the gentlemen, like that of the ladies, is very
28imposing: they are all costumed in black; most of them are tall, some young. Henry and Frederick Lynn are very dashing
29sparks indeed; and Colonel Dent is a fine soldierly man. Mr. Eshton, the magistrate of the district, is gentleman-like:
30his hair is quite white, his eyebrows and whiskers still dark, which gives him something of the appearance of a "père
31noble de théâtre." Lord Ingram, like his sisters, is very tall; like them, also, he is handsome; but he shares Mary's
32apathetic and listless look: he seems to have more length of limb than vivacity of blood or vigour of brain. And where
33is Mr. Rochester? He comes in last: I am not looking at the arch, yet I see him enter. I try to concentrate my attention
34on 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,
35to see only the silver beads and silk threads that lie in my lap; whereas, I distinctly behold his figure, and I
36inevitably recall the moment when I last saw it; just after I had rendered him, what he deemed, an essential service,
37and he, holding my hand, and looking down on my face, surveyed me with eyes that revealed a heart full and eager to
38overflow; in whose emotions I had a part. How near had I approached him at that moment! What had occurred since,
39calculated to change his and my relative positions? Yet now, how distant, how far estranged we were! So far estranged,
40that 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
41other side of the room, and began conversing with some of the ladies. No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted
42on them, and that I might gaze without being observed, than my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not
43keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasure in
44looking,--a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the
45thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine
46draughts nevertheless. Most true is it that "beauty is in the eye of the gazer." My master's colourless, olive face,
47square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth,--all energy, decision,
48will,--were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an
49influence that quite mastered me,--that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his. I had not intended
50to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at
51the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.
52I compared him with his guests. What was the gallant grace of the Lynns, the languid elegance of Lord Ingram,--even the
53military distinction of Colonel Dent, contrasted with his look of native pith and genuine power? I had no sympathy in
54their appearance, their expression: yet I could imagine that most observers would call them attractive, handsome,
55imposing; while they would pronounce Mr. Rochester at once harsh-featured and melancholy-looking. I saw them smile,
56laugh--it was nothing; the light of the candles had as much soul in it as their smile; the tinkle of the bell as much
57significance as their laugh. I saw Mr. Rochester smile:--his stern features softened; his eye grew both brilliant and
58gentle, its ray both searching and sweet. He was talking, at the moment, to Louisa and Amy Eshton. I wondered to see
59them receive with calm that look which seemed to me so penetrating: I expected their eyes to fall, their colour to rise
60under 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
61is 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
62countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood
63and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him. Did I say, a few days since, that I had nothing to do with him but to
64receive my salary at his hands? Did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster? Blasphemy
65against nature! Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have gathers impulsively round him. I know I must conceal my
66sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me. For when I say that I am of his kind,
67I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and
68feelings in common with him. I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered:--and yet, while I breathe
69and think, I must love him."
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