"I cannot find him in his bed." "Here! here!" was shouted in return.

"Be composed, all of you: I'm coming." And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr.Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper storey.

One of the ladies ran to him directly; she seized his arm: it was Miss Ingram.
"What awful event has taken place ?" said she.

"Speak! let us know the worst at once!" "But don't pull me down or strangle me," he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.
"All's right!--all's right!" he cried.

"It's a mere rehearsal of Much Ado about Nothing.