"Impatiently I waited for evening，when I might summon you to my presence. An unusual- to me- a perfectly new character I suspected was yours: I desired to search it deeper and know it better. You entered the room with a look and air at once shy and independent: you were quaintly dressed- much as you are now. I made you talk: ere long I found you full of strange contrasts. Your garb and manner were restricted by rule; your air was often diffident，and altogether that of one refined by nature，but absolutely unused to society，and a good deal afraid of making herself disadvantageously conspicuous by some solecism or blunder; yet when addressed，you lifted a keen，a daring，and a glowing eye to your interlocutor"s face: there was penetration and power in each glance you gave; when plied by close questions，you found ready and round answers. Very soon you seemed to get used to me: I believe you felt the existence of sympathy between you and your grim and cross master，Jane; for it was astonishing to see how quickly a certain pleasant ease tranquillised your manner: snarl as I would，you showed no surprise，fear，annoyance，or displeasure at my moroseness; you watched me，and now and then smiled at me with a simple yet sagacious grace I cannot describe. I was at once content and stimulated with what I saw: I liked what I had seen，and wished to see more. Yet，for a long time，I treated you distantly，and sought your pany rarely. I was an intellectual epicure，and wished to prolong the gratification of making this novel and piquant acquaintance: besides，I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade- the sweet charm of freshness would leave it. I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom，but rather the radiant resemblance of one，cut in an indestructible gem. Moreover，I wished to see whether you would seek me if I shunned you- but you did not; you kept in the schoolroom as still as your own desk and easel; if by chance I met you，you passed me as soon，and with as little token of recognition，as was consistent with respect. Your habitual expression in those days，Jane，was a thoughtful look; not despondent，for you were not sickly; but not buoyant，for you had little hope，and no actual pleasure. I wondered what you thought of me，or if you ever thought of me，and resolved to find this out.

"I resumed my notice of you. There was something glad in your glance，and genial in your manner，when you conversed: I saw you had a social heart; it was the silent schoolroom- it was the tedium of your life- that made you mournful. I permitted myself the delight of being kind to you; kindness stirred emotion soon: your face became soft in expression，your tones gentle; I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful happy accent. I used to enjoy a chance meeting with you，Jane，at this time: there was a curious hesitation in your manner: you glanced at me with a slight trouble- a hovering doubt: you did not know what my caprice might be- whether I was going to play the master and be stern，or the friend and be benignant. I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim; and，when I stretched my hand out cordially，such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young，wistful features，I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart."