“Miss Eyre, will you come to breakfast?” During the meal she was quiet and cool: but I could not undeceive her then.

I must wait for my master to give explanations; and so must she. I ate what I could, and then I hastened upstairs. I met Ad�le leaving the schoolroom.

“Where are you going? It is time for lessons.”

“Mr. Rochester has sent me away to the nursery.”

“Where is he?”

“In there,” pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went in, and there he stood.

“Come and bid me good-morning,” said he. I gladly advanced; and it was not merely a cold word now, or even a shake of