I sit in the shade--if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit apartment; the window-curtain half hides me.

Again the arch yawns; they come.

The collective appearance of the gentlemen, like that of the ladies, is very imposing: they are all costumed in black; most of them are tall, some young.

Henry and Frederick Lynn are very dashing sparks indeed; and Colonel Dent is a fine soldierly man.

Mr.Eshton, the magistrate of the district, is gentleman-like: his hair is quite white, his eyebrows and whiskers still dark, which gives him something of the appearance of a "pere noble de theatre." Lord Ingram, like his sisters, is very tall; like them, also, he is handsome; but he shares Mary's apathetic and listless look: he seems to have more length of limb than vivacity of blood or vigour of brain.
And where is Mr.Rochester?
He comes in last: I am not looking at the arch, yet I see him enter.