black and white long-haired dog, just like the Gytrash of the lane. It was so like it that I went forward and said — “Pilot” and the thing got up and came to me and snuffed me. I caressed him, and he wagged his great tail; but he looked an eerie creature to be alone with, and I could not tell whence he had come. I rang the bell, for I wanted a candle; and I wanted, too, to get an account of this visitant.

Leah entered.

“What dog is this?”

“He came with master.”

“With whom?”

“With master — Mr. Rochester — he is just arrived.”

“Indeed! and is Mrs. Fairfax with him?”