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that one of the anathematised race was present。
“Tant pis！” said her Ladyship； “I hope it may do her good！” Then； in a lower tone； but still loud enough for me to hear； “I noticed her； I am a judge of physiognomy； and in hers I see all the faults of her class。”
“What are they； madam？” inquired Mr。 Rochester aloud。
“I will tell you in your private ear；” replied she； wagging her turban three times with portentous significancy。
“But my curiosity will be past its appetite； it craves food now。”
“Ask Blanche； she is nearer you than I。”
“Oh； don’t refer him to me； mama！ I have just one word to say of the whole tribe； they are a nuisance。 Not that I ever suffered much from them； I took care to turn the tables。 What tricks Theodore and I used to play on our Miss Wilsons； and Mrs。 Greys； and Madame Jouberts！ Mary was always too sleepy to join in a plot with spirit。 The best fun was with Madame Joubert： Miss Wilson was a poor sickly thing； lachrymose and low…spirited； not worth the trouble of vanquishing； in short； and Mrs。 Grey was coarse and insensible； no blow took effect on her。 But poor Madame Joubert！ I see her yet in her raging passions； when we had driven her to extremities—spilt our tea； crumbled our bread and butter； tossed our books up to the ceiling； and played a charivari with the ruler and desk； the fender and fire…irons。 Theodore； do you remember those merry days？”
“Yaas； to be sure I do；” drawled Lord Ingram； “and the poor old stick used to cry out ‘Oh you villains childs！’—and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were； when she was herself so ignorant。”
“We did； and； Tedo； you know； I helped you in prosecuting （or persecuting） your tutor； whey…faced Mr。 Vining—the parson in the pip； as we used to call him。 He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other—at least Tedo and I thought so； we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of ‘la belle passion；’ and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery； we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist our dead…weights from the house。 Dear mama； there； as soon as she got an inkling of the business； found out that it was of an immoral tendency。 Did you not； my lady…mother？”
“Certainly； my best。 And I was quite right： depend on that： there are a thousand reasons why liaisons between governesses and tutors should never be tolerated a moment in any well…regulated house； firstly—”
“Oh； gracious； mama！ Spare us the enumeration！ Au reste； we all know them： danger of bad example to innocence of childhood； distractions and consequent neglect of duty on the part of the attached—mutual alliance and reliance； confidence thence resulting—insolence acpanying—mutiny and general blow…up。 Am I right； Baroness Ingram； of Ingram Park？”
“My lily…flower； you are right now； as always。”
“Then no more need be said： change the subject。”
Amy Eshton； not hearing or not heeding this dictum； joined in with her soft； infantine tone： “Louisa and I used to quiz our governess too； but she was such a good creature； she would bear anything： nothing put her out。 She was never cross with us； was she； Louisa？”
“No； never： we might do what we pleased； ransack her desk and her workbox； and turn her drawers inside out； and she was so good… natured； she would give as anything we asked for。”
“I suppose； now；” said Miss Ingram； curling her lip sarcastically； “we shall have an abstract of the memoirs of all the governesses extant： in order to avert such a visitation； I again move the introduction of a new topic。 Mr。 Rochester； do you second my motion？”
“Madam； I support you on this point； as on every other。”
“Then on me be the onus of bringing it forward。 Signior Eduardo； are you in voice to…night？”
“Donna Bianca； if you mand it； I will be。”
“Then； signior； I lay on you my sovereign behest to furbish up your lungs and other vocal organs； as they will be wanted on my royal service。”
“Who would not be the Rizzio of so divine a Mary？”
“A fig for Rizzio！” cried she； tossing her head with all its curls； as she moved to the piano。 “It is my opinion the fiddler David must have been an insipid sort of fellow； I like black Bothwell better： to my mind a man is nothing without a spice of the devil in him； and history may say what it will of James Hepburn； but I have a notion； he was just the sort of wild； fierce； bandit hero whom I could have consented to gift with my hand。”
“Gentlemen； you hear！ Now which of you most resembles Bothwell？” cried Mr。 Rochester。
“I should say the preference lies with you；” responded Colonel Dent。
“On my honour； I am much obliged to you；” was the reply。
Miss Ingram； who had now seated herself with proud grace at the piano； spreading out her snomenced a brilliant prelude； talking meantime。 She appeared to be on her high horse to…night； both her words and her air seemed intended to excite not only the admiration； but the amazement of her auditors： she was evidently bent on striking them as something very dashing and daring indeed。
“Oh； I am so sick of the young men of the present day！” exclaimed she； rattling away at the instrument。 “Poor； puny things； not fit to stir a step beyond papa’s park gates： nor to go even so far without mama’s permission and guardianship！ Creatures so absorbed in care about their pretty faces； and their white hands； and their small feet； as if a man had anything to do with beauty！ As if loveliness were not the special prerogative of woman—her legitimate appanage and heritage！ I grant an ugly woman is a blot on the fair face of creation； but as to the gentlemen； let them be solicitous to possess only strength and valour： let their motto be：… Hunt； shoot； and fight： the rest is not worth a fillip。 Such should be my device； were I a man。”
“Whenever I marry；” she continued after a pause which none interrupted； “I am resolved my husband shall not be a rival； but a foil to me。 I will suffer no petitor near the throne； I shall exact an undivided homage： his devotions shall not be shared between me and the shape he sees in his mirror。 Mr。 Rochester； now sing；