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 do her good！” Then； in a lower tone； but still loud enough for me to hear； “I noticed her； I am a judge of physiognomy； and in hers I see all the faults of her class。”
“What are they； madam？” inquired Mr。 Rochester aloud。
“I will tell you in your private ear；” replied she； wagging her turban three times with portentous significancy。
“But my curiosity will be past its appetite； it craves food now。”
“Ask Blanche； she is nearer you than I。”
“Oh； don’t refer him to me； mama！ I have just one word to say of the whole tribe； they are a nuisance。 Not that I ever suffered much from them； I took care to turn the tables。 What tricks Theodore and I used to play on our Miss Wilsons； and Mrs。 Greys； and Madame Jouberts！ Mary was always too sleepy to join in a plot with spirit。 The best fun was with Madame Joubert： Miss Wilson was a poor sickly thing； lachrymose and low…spirited； not worth the trouble of vanquishing； in short； and Mrs。 Grey was coarse and insensible； no blow took effect on her。 But poor Madame Joubert！ I see her yet in her raging passions； when we had driven her to extremities—spilt our tea； crumbled our bread and butter； tossed our books up to the ceiling； and played a charivari with the ruler and desk； the fender and fire…irons。 Theodore； do you remember those merry days？”
“Yaas； to be sure I do；” drawled Lord Ingram； “and the poor old stick used to cry out ‘Oh you villains childs！’—and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were； when she was herself so ignorant。”
“We did； and； Tedo； you know； I helped you in prosecuting （or persecuting） your tutor； whey…faced Mr。 Vining—the parson in the pip； as we used to call him。 He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other—at least Tedo and I thought so； we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of ‘la belle passion；’ and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery； we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist o