"e，Miss Jane，don"t cry," said Bessie as she finished. She might as well have said to the fire，"don"t burn!" but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey? In the course of the morning Mr. Lloyd came again.

"What，already up!" said he，as he entered the nursery. "Well，nurse，how is she?"

Bessie answered that I was doing very well.

"Then she ought to look more cheerful. e here，Mis Jane: your name is Jane，is it not?"

"Yes，sir，Jane Eyre."

"Well，you have been crying，Miss Jane Eyre; can you tell me what about? Have you any pain?"

"No，sir."

"Oh! I daresay she is crying because she could not go out with Missis in the carriage," interposed Bessie.

"Surely not! why，she is too old for such pettishness."

I thought so too; and my self-esteem being wounded by the false charge，I answered promptly，"I never cried for such a thing in my life: I hate going out in the carriage. I cry because I am miserable."

"Oh fie，Miss!" said Bessie.

The good apothecary appeared a little puzzled. I was standing before him; he fixed his eyes on me very steadily: his eyes were small and grey; not very bright，but I daresay I should think them shrewd now: he had a hard-featured yet good-natured looking face. Having considered me at leisure，he said-

"What made you ill yesterday?"