"I hope all will be right in the end," she said: "but believe me，you cannot be too careful. Try and keep Mr. Rochester at a distance: distrust yourself as well as him. Gentlemen in his station are not accustomed to marry their governesses."

I was growing truly irritated: happily，Adele ran in.

"Let me go,- let me go to Millcote too!" she cried. "Mr. Rochester won"t: though there is so much room in the new carriage. Beg him to let me go，mademoiselle."

"That I will，Adele"; and I hastened away with her，glad to quit my gloomy monitress. The carriage was ready: they were bringing it round to the front，and my master was pacing the pavement，pilot following him backwards and forwards.

"Adele may acpany us，may she not，sir?"

"I told her no. I"ll have no brats!- I"ll have only you."

"Do let her go，Mr. Rochester，if you please: it would be better."

"Not it: she will be a restraint."

He was quite peremptory，both in look and voice. The chill of Mrs. Fairfax"s warnings，and the damp of her doubts were upon me: something of unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes. I half lost the sense of power over him. I was about mechanically to obey him，without further remonstrance; but as he helped me into the carriage，he looked at my face.

"What is the matter?" he asked; "all the sunshine is gone. Do you really wish the bairn to go? Will it annoy you if she is left behind?"

"I would far rather she went，sir."

"Then off for your bonnet，and back like a flash of lightning!" cried he to Adele.

She obeyed him with what speed she might. "After all，a single morning"s interruption will not matter much," said he，"when I mean shortly to claim you- your thoughts，conversation，and pany- for life."