"Yes; I suppose you found that out by second-sight."

"Mrs. Fairfax told me in a letter."

"And did she inform you what I went to do?"

"Oh，yes，sir! Everybody knew your errand."

"You must see the carriage，Jane，and tell me if you don"t think it will suit Mrs. Rochester exactly; and whether she won"t look like Queen Boadicea，leaning back against those purple cushions. I wish，Jane，I were a trifle better adapted to match with her externally.

Tell me now，fairy as you are- can"t you give me a charm，or a philter，or something of that sort，to make me a handsome man?"

"It would be past the power of magic，sir"; and，in thought，I added，"A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty."

Mr. Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me inprehensible: in the present instance he took no notice of my abrupt vocal response; but he smiled at me with a certain smile he had of his own，and which he used but on rare occasions. He seemed to think it too good for mon purposes: it was the real sunshine of feeling- he shed it over me now.

"pass，Janet," said he，making room for me to cross the stile: "go up home，and stay your weary little wandering feet at a friend"s threshold."

All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to colloquise further. I got over the stile without a word，and meant to leave him calmly. An impulse held me fast- a force turned me round.

I said- or something in me said for me，and in spite of me- "Thank you，Mr. Rochester，for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home- my only home."