"Here is Miss Eyre，sir," said Mrs. Fairfax，in her quiet way. He bowed，still not taking his eyes from the group of the dog and child.

"Let Miss Eyre be seated," said he: and there was something in the forced stiff bow，in the impatient yet formal tone，which seemed further to express，"What the deuce is it to me whether Miss Eyre be there or not? At this moment I am not disposed to accost her."

I sat down quite disembarrassed. A reception of finished politeness would probably have confused me: I could not have returned or repaid it by answering grace and elegance on my part; but harsh caprice laid me under no obligation; on the contrary，a decent quiescence，under the freak of manner，gave me the advantage. Besides，the eccentricity of the proceeding was piquant: I felt interested to see how he would go on.

He went on as a statue would，that is，he neither spoke nor moved. Mrs. Fairfax seemed to think it necessary that some one should be amiable，and she began to talk. Kindly，as usual- and，as usual，rather trite- she condoled with him on the pressure of business he had had all day; on the annoyance it must have been to him with that painful sprain: then she mended his patience and perseverance in going through with it.

"Madam，I should like some tea," was the sole rejoinder she got.

She hastened to ring the bell; and when the tray came，she proceeded to arrange the cups，spoons，etc.，with assiduous celerity. I and Adele went to the table; but the master did not leave his couch.