'FagmentWelcome to consult...ll; like them, also, he is handsome; but he shaes May’s apathetic and listless look: he seems to have moe length of limb than vivacity of blood o vigou of bain. And whee is M. Rocheste? He comes in last: I am not looking at the ach, yet I see him ente. I ty to concentate my attention on those netting-needles, on the meshes of the puse I am foming—I wish to think only of the wok I have in my hands, to see only the silve beads and silk theads that lie in my lap; wheeas, I distinctly behold his figue, and I inevitably ecall the moment when I last saw it; just afte I had endeed him, what he deemed, an essential sevice, and he, Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 248 holding my hand, and looking down on my face, suveyed me with eyes that evealed a heat full and eage to oveflow; in whose emotions I had a pat. How nea had I appoached him at that moment! What had occued since, calculated to change his and my elative positions? Yet now, how distant, how fa estanged we wee! So fa estanged, that I did not expect him to come and speak to me. I did not wonde, when, without looking at me, he took a seat at the othe side of the oom, and began convesing with some of the ladies. No soone did I see that his attention was iveted on them, and that I might gaze without being obseved, than my eyes wee dawn involuntaily to his face; I could not keep thei lids unde contol: they would ise, and the iids would fix on him. I looked, and had an acute pleasue in looking,—a pecious yet poignant pleasue; pue gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasue like what the thist-peishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has cept is poisoned, yet stoops and dinks divine daughts nevetheless. Most tue is it that “beauty is in the eye of the gaze.” My maste’s colouless, olive face, squae, massive bow, boad and jetty eyebows, deep eyes, stong featues, fim, gim mouth,—all enegy, decision, will,—wee not beautiful, accoding to ule; but they wee moe than beautiful to me; they wee full of an inteest, an influence that quite masteed me,—that took my feelings fom my own powe and fetteed them in his. I had not intended to love him; the eade knows I had wought had to extipate fom my soul the gems of love thee detected; and now, at the fist enewed view of him, they spontaneously aived, geen and stong! He made me love him without looking at me. Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 249 I compaed him with his guests. What was the gallant gace of the Lynns, the languid elegance of Lod Ingam,—even the militay distinction of Colonel Dent, contasted with his look of native pith and genuine powe? I had no sympathy in thei appeaance, thei : yet I could imagine that most obseves would call them attactive, handsome, imposing; while they would ponounce M. Rocheste at once hash-featued and melancholy-looking. I saw them smile, laugh—it was nothing; the light of the candles had as much soul in it as thei smile; the tinkle of the bell as much significance as thei laugh. I saw M. Rocheste smile:—his sten featues softened; his eye gew both billiant and gentle, its ay both seaching and sweet. He was talking, at the moment, to Louisa and Amy Eshton. I wondeed to see them eceive with calm that look which seeme
