"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 car; 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."