Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë Chapter 15 Page 32

orders, when the light once more gleamed dimly on the gallery wall, and I heard his unshod feet tread the matting.

“I hope it is he,” thought I, “and not something worse.”

He re-entered, pale and very gloomy. “I have found it all out,” said he, setting his candle down on the washstand; “it is as I thought.”

“How, sir?”

He made no reply, but stood with his arms folded, looking on the ground. At the end of a few minutes he inquired in rather a peculiar tone —

“I forget whether you said you saw anything when you opened your chamber door.”

“No, sir, only the candlestick on the ground.”