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“I like to observe all the faces and all the figures。”
“But do you never single one from the rest—or it may be； two？”
“I do frequently； when the gestures or looks of a pair seem telling a tale： it amuses me to watch them。”
“What tale do you like best to hear？”
“Oh； I have not much choice！ They generally run on the same theme— courtship； and promise to end in the same catastrophe—marriage。”
“And do you like that monotonous theme？”
“Positively； I don’t care about it： it is nothing to me。”
“Nothing to you？ When a lady； young and full of life and health； charming with beauty and endowed with the gifts of rank and fortune； sits and smiles in the eyes of a gentleman you—”
“I what？”
“You know—and perhaps think well of。”
“I don’t know the gentlemen here。 I have scarcely interchanged a syllable with one of them； and as to thinking well of them； I consider some respectable； and stately； and middle…aged； and others young； dashing； handsome； and lively： but certainly they are all at liberty to be the recipients of whose smiles they please； without my feeling disposed to consider the transaction of any moment to me。”
“You don’t know the gentlemen here？ You have not exchanged a syllable with one of them？ Will you say that of the master of the house！”
“He is not at home。”
“A profound remark！ A most ingenious quibble！ He went to Millcote this morning； and will be back here to…night or to…morrow： does that circumstance exclude him from the list of your acquaintance— blot him； as it were； out of existence？”
“No； but I can scarcely see what Mr。 Rochester has to do with the theme you had introduced。”
“I was talking of ladies smiling in the eyes of gentlemen； and of late so many smiles have been shed into Mr。 Rochester’s eyes that they overflow like two cups filled above the brim： have you never remarked that？”
“Mr。 Rochester has a right to enjoy the society of his guests。”
“No question about his right： but have you never observed that； of all the tales told here about matrimony； Mr。 Rochester has been favoured with the most lively and the most continuous？”
“The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator。” I said this rather to myself than to the gipsy； whose strange talk； voice； manner； had by this time wrapped me in a kind of dream。 One unexpected sentence came from her lips after another； till I got involved in a web of mystification； and wondered what unseen spirit had been sitting for weeks by my heart watching its workings and taking record of every pulse。
“Eagerness of a listener！” repeated she： “yes； Mr。 Rochester has sat by the hour； his ear inclined to the fascinating lips that took such delight in their task of municating； and Mr。 Rochester was so willing to receive and looked so grateful for the pastime given him； you have noticed this？”
“Grateful！ I cannot remember detecting gratitude in his face。”
“Detecting！ You have analysed； then。 And what did you detect； if not gratitude？”
I said nothing。
“You have seen love： have you not？—and； looking forward； you have seen him married； and beheld his bride happy？”
“Humph！ Not exactly。 Your witch’s skill is rather at fault sometimes。”
“What the devil have you seen； then？”
“Never mind： I came here to inquire； not to confess。 Is it known that Mr。 Rochester is to be married？”
“Yes； and to the beautiful Miss Ingram。”
“Shortly？”
“Appearances would warrant that conclusion： and； no doubt （though； with an audacity that wants chastising out of you； you seem to question it）； they will be a superlatively happy pair。 He must love such a handsome； noble； witty； acplished lady； and probably she loves him； or； if not his person； at least his purse。 I know she considers the Rochester estate eligible to the last degree； though （God pardon me！） I told her something on that point about an hour ago which made her look wondrous grave： the corners of her mouth fell half an inch。 I would advise her blackaviced suitor to look out： if another es； with a longer or clearer rent…roll；—he’s dished—”
“But； mother； I did not e to hear Mr。 Rochester’s fortune： I came to hear my own； and you have told me nothing of it。”
“Your fortune is yet doubtful： when I examined your face； one trait contradicted another。 Chance has meted you a measure of happiness： that I know。 I knew it before I came here this evening。 She has laid it carefully on one side for you。 I saw her do it。 It depends on yourself to stretch out your hand； and take it up： but whether you will do so； is the problem I study。 Kneel again on the rug。”
“Don’t keep me long； the fire scorches me。”
I knelt。 She did not stoop towards me； but only gazed； leaning back in her chair。 She began muttering；—
“The flame flickers in the eye； the eye shines like dew； it looks soft and full of feeling； it smiles at my jargon： it is susceptible； impression follows impression through its clear sphere； where it ceases to smile； it is sad； an unconscious lassitude weighs on the lid： that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness。 It turns from me； it will not suffer further scrutiny； it seems to deny； by a mocking glance； the truth of the discoveries I have already made；—to disown the charge both of sensibility and chagrin： its pride and reserve only confirm me in my opinion。 The eye is favourable。
“As to the mouth； it delights at times in laughter； it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives； though I daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences。 Mobile and flexible； it was never intended to be pressed in the eternal silence of solitude： it is a mouth which should speak much and smile often； and have human affection for its interlocutor。 That feature too is propitious。
“I see no enemy to a fortunate issue but in the brow； and that brow professes to say；—‘I can live alone； if self…respect； and circumstances require me so to do。 I need not sell my soul to buy bliss。 I have an inward treasure born with me； which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld； or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give。’ The forehead declares； ‘Reason sits firm and holds the reins； and she will not let the feelings bu