However, my tenderest feelings are about to receive a shock: such is my presentiment; stay now, to see whether it will be realised." Ere long, Adele's little foot was heard tripping across the hall.

She entered, transformed as her guardian had predicted.

A dress of rose-coloured satin, very short, and as full in the skirt as it could be gathered, replaced the brown frock she had previously worn; a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead; her feet were dressed in silk stockings and small white satin sandals.
"Est-ce que ma robe va bien ?" cried she, bounding forwards; "et mes souliers?
et mes bas?
Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!" And spreading out her dress, she chasseed across the room till, having reached Mr.Rochester, she wheeled lightly round before him on tip-toe, then dropped on one knee at his feet, exclaiming-- "Monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonte;" then rising, she added, "C'est comme cela que maman faisait, n'est-ce pas, monsieur ?" "Pre-cise-ly!" was the answer; "and, 'comme cela,' she charmed my English gold out of my British breeches' pocket.

I have been green, too, Miss Eyre,--ay, grass green: not a more vernal tint freshens you now than once freshened me.

My Spring is gone, however, but it has left me that French floweret on my hands, which, in some moods, I would fain be rid of.