I found Adele peeping through the schoolroom door，which she held ajar. "What beautiful ladies!" cried she in English. "Oh，I wish I might go to them! Do you think Mr. Rochester will send for us by and by，after dinner?"

"No，indeed，I don"t; Mr. Rochester has something else to think about. Never mind the ladies to-night; perhaps you will see them to-morrow: here is your dinner."

She was really hungry，so the chicken and tarts served to divert her attention for a time. It was well I secured this forage，or both she，I，and Sophie，to whom I conveyed a share of our repast，would have run a chance of getting no dinner at all: every one downstairs was too much engaged to think of us. The dessert was not carried out till after nine，and at ten footmen were still running to and fro with trays and coffee-cups. I allowed Adele to sit up much later than usual; for she declared she could not possibly go to sleep while the doors kept opening and shutting below，and people bustling about.

Besides，she added，a message might possibly e from Mr. Rochester when she was undressed; "et alors quel dommage!"

I told her stories as long as she would listen to them; and then for a change I took her out into the gallery. The hall lamp was now lit，and it amused her to look over the balustrade and watch the servants passing backwards and forwards. When the evening was far advanced，a sound of music issued from the drawing-room，whither the piano had been removed; Adele and I sat down on the top step of the stairs to listen. presently a voice blent with the rich tones of the instrument; it was a lady who sang，and very sweet her notes were. The solo over，a duet followed，and then a glee: a joyous conversational murmur filled up the intervals. I listened long: suddenly I discovered that my ear was wholly intent on analysing the mingled sounds，and trying to discriminate amidst the confusion of accents those of Mr. Rochester; and when it caught them，which it soon did，it found a further task in framing the tones，rendered by distance inarticulate，into words.

The clock struck eleven. I looked at Adele，whose head leant against my shoulder; her eyes were waxing heavy，so I took her up in my arms and carried her off to bed. It was near one before the gentlemen and ladies sought their chambers.