Besides, the eccentricity of the proceeding was piquant: I felt interested to see how he would go on.
He went on as a statue would, that is, he neither spoke nor moved.

Mrs.
Fairfax seemed to think it necessary that some one should be amiable, and she began to talk.

Kindly, as usual--and, as usual, rather trite--she condoled with him on the pressure of business he had had all day; on the annoyance it must have been to him with that painful sprain: then she commended his patience and perseverance in going through with it.
"Madam, I should like some tea," was the sole rejoinder she got.

She hastened to ring the bell; and when the tray came, she proceeded to arrange the cups, spoons, &c., with assiduous celerity.

I and Adele went to the table; but the master did not leave his couch.
"Will you hand Mr.Rochester's cup ?" said Mrs.Fairfax to me; "Adele might perhaps spill it." I did as requested.