"I can guess your feelings," he said，"but restrain them for a while: I have nearly finished; hear me to the end. Of Mr. Rochester"s character I know nothing，but the one fact that he professed to offer honourable marriage to this young girl，and that at the very altar she discovered he had a wife yet alive，though a lunatic. What his subsequent conduct and proposals were is a matter of pure conjecture; but when an event transpired which rendered inquiry after the governess necessary，it was discovered she was gone- no one could tell when，where，or how. She had left Thornfield Hall in the night; every research after her course had been vain: the country had been scoured far and wide; no vestige of information could be gathered respecting her. Yet that she should be found is bee a matter of serious urgency: advertisements have been put in all the papers; I myself have received a letter from one Mr. Briggs，a solicitor，municating the details I have just imparted. Is it not an odd tale?"

"Just tell me this," said I，"and since you know so much，you surely can tell it me- what of Mr. Rochester? How and where is he? What is he doing? Is he well?"

"I am ignorant of all concerning Mr. Rochester: the letter never mentions him but to narrate the fraudulent and illegal attempt I have adverted to. You should rather ask the name of the governess- the nature of the event which requires her appearance."

"Did no one go to Thornfield Hall，then? Did no one see Mr. Rochester?"

"I suppose not."

"But they wrote to him?"

"Of course."