One of the gentlemen, Mr.Eshton, observing me, seemed to propose that I should be asked to join them; but Lady Ingram instantly negatived the notion.
"No," I heard her say: "she looks too stupid for any game of the sort." Ere long a bell tinkled, and the curtain drew up.

Within the arch, the bulky figure of Sir George Lynn, whom Mr.Rochester had likewise chosen, was seen enveloped in a white sheet: before him, on a table, lay open a large book; and at his side stood Amy Eshton, draped in Mr.Rochester's cloak, and holding a book in her hand.

Somebody, unseen, rang the bell merrily; then Adele (who had insisted on being one of her guardian's party), bounded forward, scattering round her the contents of a basket of flowers she carried on her arm.

Then appeared the magnificent figure of Miss Ingram, clad in white, a long veil on her head, and a wreath of roses round her brow; by her side walked Mr.Rochester, and together they drew near the table.

They knelt; while Mrs.Dent and Louisa Eshton, dressed also in white, took up their stations behind them.