"Is he an able man，then?"

"Truly able."

"A thoroughly educated man?"

"St. John is an acplished and profound scholar."

"His manners，I think，you said are not to your taste?- priggish and parsonic?"

"I never mentioned his manners; but，unless I had a very bad taste，they must suit it; they are polished，calm，and gentlemanlike."

"His appearance,- I forget what description you gave of his appearance;- a sort of raw curate，half strangled with his white neckcloth，and stilted up on his thick-soled high-lows，eh?"

"St. John dresses well. He is a handsome man: tall，fair，with blue eyes，and a Grecian profile."

(Aside.) "Damn him!"- (To me.) "Did you like him，Jane?"

"Yes，Mr. Rochester，I liked him: but you asked me that before."

I perceived，of course，the drift of my interlocutor. Jealousy had got hold of him: she stung him; but the sting was salutary: it gave him respite from the gnawing fang of melancholy. I would not，therefore，immediately charm the snake.

"perhaps you would rather not sit any longer on my knee，Miss Eyre?" was the next somewhat unexpected observation.

"Why not，Mr. Rochester?"

"The picture you have just drawn is suggestive of a rather too overwhelming contrast. Your words have delineated very prettily a graceful Apollo: he is present to your imagination,- tall，fair，blue-eyed，and with a Grecian profile. Your eyes dwell on a Vulcan,- a real blacksmith，brown，broad-shouldered: and blind and lame into the bargain."

"I never thought of it，before; but you certainly are rather like Vulcan，sir."