"To put Adele to bed: it is past her bedtime."

"You are afraid of me，because I talk like a Sphynx."

"Your language is enigmatical，sir: but though I am bewildered，I am certainly not afraid."

"You are afraid- your self-love dreads a blunder."

"In that sense I do feel apprehensive- I have no wish to talk nonsense."

"If you did，it would be in such a grave，quiet manner，I should mistake it for sense. Do you never laugh，Miss Eyre? Don"t trouble yourself to answer- I see you laugh rarely; but you can laugh very merrily: believe me，you are not naturally austere，any more than I am naturally vicious. The Lowood constraint still clings to you somewhat; controlling your features，muffling your voice，and restricting your limbs; and you fear in the presence of a man and a brother- or father，or master，or what you will- to smile too gaily，speak too freely，or move too quickly: but，in time，I think you will learn to be natural with me，as I find it impossible to be conventional with you; and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now. I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid，restless，resolute captive is there; were it but free，it would soar cloud-high. You are still bent on going?"

"It has struck nine，sir."

"Never mind,- wait a minute: Adele is not ready to go to bed yet.

My position，Miss Eyre，with my back to the fire，and my face to the room，favours observation. While talking to you，I have also occasionally watched Adele (I have my own reasons for thinking her a curious study,- reasons that I may，nay，that I shall，impart to you some day). She pulled out of her box，about ten minutes ago，a little pink silk frock; rapture lit her face as she unfolded it; coquetry runs in her blood，blends with her brains，and seasons the marrow of her bones. "Il faut que je l"essaie!" cried she，"et a l"instant meme!" and she rushed out of the room. She is now with Sophie，undergoing a robing process: in a few minutes she will re-enter; and I know what I shall see,- a miniature of Celine Varens，as she used to appear on the boards at the rising of-. But never mind that. However，my tenderest feelings are about to receive a shock: such is my presentiment; stay now，to see whether it will be realised."

Ere long，Adele"s little foot was heard tripping across the hall.