"Yes，indeed: and not only for her beauty，but for her acplishments. She was one of the ladies who sang: a gentleman acpanied her on the piano. She and Mr. Rochester sang a duet."

"Mr. Rochester? I was not aware he could sing."

"Oh! he has a fine bass voice，and an excellent taste for music."

"And Miss Ingram: what sort of a voice had she?"

"A very rich and powerful one: she sang delightfully; it was a treat to listen to her;- and she played afterwards. I am no judge of music，but Mr. Rochester is; and I heard him say her execution was remarkably good."

"And this beautiful and acplished lady，she is not yet married."

"It appears not: I fancy neither she nor her sister have very large fortunes. Old Lord Ingram"s estates were chiefly entailed，and the eldest son came in for everything almost."

"But I wonder no wealthy nobleman or gentleman has taken a fancy to her: Mr. Rochester，for instance. He is rich，is he not?"

"Oh! yes. But you see there is a considerable difference in age: Mr. Rochester is nearly forty; she is but twenty-five."

"What of that? More unequal matches are made every day."

"True: yet I should scarcely fancy Mr. Rochester would entertain an idea of the sort. But you eat nothing: you have scarcely tasted since you began tea."

"No: I am too thirsty to eat. Will you let me have another cup?"

I was about again to revert to the probability of a union between Mr. Rochester and the beautiful Blanche; but Adele came in，and the conversation was turned into another channel.

When once more alone，I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart，examined its thoughts and feelings，and endeavoured to bring back with a strict hand such as had been straying through imagination"s boundless and trackless waste，into the safe fold of mon sense.

Arraigned at my own bar，Memory having given her evidence of the hopes，wishes，sentiments I had been cherishing since last night- of the general state of mind in which I had indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having e forward and told，in her own quiet way，a plain，unvarnished tale，showing how I had rejected the real，and rabidly devoured the ideal;- I pronounced judgment to this effect:-