There is some difference between living with such an one as you and with Georgiana: you perform your own part in life and burden no one.

To-morrow," she continued，"I set out for the Continent. I shall take up my abode in a religious house near Lisle- a nunnery you would call it; there I shall be quiet and unmolested. I shall devote myself for a time to the examination of the Roman Catholic dogmas，and to a careful study of the workings of their system: if I find it to be，as I half suspect it is，the one best calculated to ensure the doing of all things decently and in order，I shall embrace the tenets of Rome and probably take the veil."

I neither expressed su/rprise at this resolution nor attempted to dissuade her from it. "The vocation will fit you to a hair," I thought: "much good may it do you!"

When we parted，she said: "Good-bye，cousin Jane Eyre; I wish you well: you have some sense."

I then returned: "You are not without sense，cousin Eliza; but what you have，I suppose，in another year will be walled up alive in a French convent. However，it is not my business，and so it suits you，I don"t much care."

"You are in the right," said she; and with these words we each went our separate way. As I shall not have occasion to refer either to her or her sister again，I may as well mention here，that Georgiana made an advantageous match with a wealthy worn-out man of fashion，and that Eliza actually took the veil，and is at this day superior of the convent where she passed the period of her novitiate，and which she endowed with her fortune.

How people feel when they are returning home from an absence，long or short，I did not know: I had never experienced the sensation. I had known what it was to e back to Gateshead when a child after a long walk，to be scolded for looking cold or gloomy; and later，what it was to e back from church to Lowood，to long for a plenteous meal and a good fire，and to be unable to get either.