"For the men in green: it was a proper moonlight evening for them. Did I break through one of your rings，that you spread that damned ice on the causeway?"

I shook my head. "The men in green all forsook England a hundred years ago," said I，speaking as seriously as he had done. "And not even in Hay Lane，or the fields about it，could you find a trace of them. I don"t think either summer or harvest，or winter moon，will ever shine on their revels more."

Mrs. Fairfax had dropped her knitting，and，with raised eyebrows，seemed wondering what sort of talk this was.

"Well," resumed Mr. Rochester，"if you disown parents，you must have some sort of kinsfolk: uncles and aunts?"

"No; none that I ever saw."

"And your home?"

"I have none."

"Where do your brothers and sisters live?"

"I have no brothers or sisters."

"Who remended you to e here?"

"I advertised，and Mrs. Fairfax answered my advertisement."

"Yes," said the good lady，who now knew what ground we were upon，"and I am daily thankful for the choice providence led me to make.

Miss Eyre has been an invaluable panion to me，and a kind and careful teacher to Adele."

"Don"t trouble yourself to give her a character," returned Mr. Rochester: "eulogiums will not bias me; I shall judge for myself.

She began by felling my horse."

"Sir?" said Mrs. Fairfax.

"I have to thank her for this sprain."

The widow looked bewildered.

"Miss Eyre，have you ever lived in a town?"

"No，sir."