Here is a candle." "Is it necessary to change my frock ?" "Yes, you had better: I always dress for the evening when Mr.Rochester is here." This additional ceremony seemed somewhat stately; however, I repaired to my room, and, with Mrs.Fairfax's aid, replaced my black stuff dress by one of black silk; the best and the only additional one I had, except one of light grey, which, in my Lowood notions of the toilette, I thought too fine to be worn, except on first-rate occasions.
"You want a brooch," said Mrs.Fairfax.

I had a single little pearl ornament which Miss Temple gave me as a parting keepsake: I put it on, and then we went downstairs.

Unused as I was to strangers, it was rather a trial to appear thus formally summoned in Mr.Rochester's presence.

I let Mrs.Fairfax precede me into the dining-room, and kept in her shade as we crossed that apartment; and, passing the arch, whose curtain was now dropped, entered the elegant recess beyond.
Two wax candles stood lighted on the table, and two on the mantelpiece; basking in the light and heat of a superb fire, lay Pilot--Adele knelt near him.

Half reclined on a couch appeared Mr.Rochester, his foot supported by the cushion; he was looking at Adele and the dog: the fire shone full on his face.