"Were I in her place，it seems to me I should wish the earth to open and swallow me up. She looks as if she were thinking of something beyond her punishment- beyond her situation: of something not round her nor before her. I have heard of day-dreams- is she in a day-dream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor，but I am sure they do not see it- her sight seems turned in，gone down into her heart:

she is looking at what she can remember，I believe; not at what is really present. I wonder what sort of a girl she is- whether good or naughty."

Soon after five p.M. we had another meal，consisting of a small mug of coffee，and half a slice of brown bread. I devoured my bread and drank my coffee with relish; but I should have been glad of as much more- I was still hungry. Half an hour"s recreation succeeded，then study; then the glass of water and the piece of oat-cake，prayers，and bed. Such was my first day at Lowood.