He spoke of his friend's dislike of the burning heats, the hurricanes, and rainy seasons of that region.

I knew Mr.
Rochester had been a traveller: Mrs.Fairfax had said so; but I thought the continent of Europe had bounded his wanderings; till now I had never heard a hint given of visits to more distant shores.
I was pondering these things, when an incident, and a somewhat unexpected one, broke the thread of my musings.

Mr.Mason, shivering as some one chanced to open the door, asked for more coal to be put on the fire, which had burnt out its flame, though its mass of cinder still shone hot and red.

The footman who brought the coal, in going out, stopped near Mr.Eshton's chair, and said something to him in a low voice, of which I heard only the words, "old woman,"-- "quite troublesome." "Tell her she shall be put in the stocks if she does not take herself off," replied the magistrate.
"No--stop!" interrupted Colonel Dent.

"Don't send her away, Eshton; we might turn the thing to account; better consult the ladies." And speaking aloud, he continued--"Ladies, you talked of going to Hay Common to visit the gipsy camp; Sam here says that one of the old Mother Bunches is in the servants' hall at this moment, and insists upon being brought in before 'the quality,' to tell them their fortunes.