And he had spoken of Thornfield as my home--would that it were my home! He did not leave the stile, and I hardly liked to ask to go by.

I inquired soon if he had not been to London.
"Yes; I suppose you found that out by second-sight." "Mrs.Fairfax told me in a letter." "And did she inform you what I went to do ?" "Oh, yes, sir! Everybody knew your errand." "You must see the carriage, Jane, and tell me if you don't think it will suit Mrs.Rochester exactly; and whether she won't look like Queen Boadicea, leaning back against those purple cushions.

I wish, Jane, I were a trifle better adapted to match with her externally.

Tell me now, fairy as you are--can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man ?" "It would be past the power of magic, sir;" and, in thought, I added, "A loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather your sternness has a power beyond beauty." Mr.Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me incomprehensible: in the present instance he took no notice of my abrupt vocal response; but he smiled at me with a certain smile he had of his own, and which he used but on rare occasions.

He seemed to think it too good for common purposes: it was the real sunshine of feeling--he shed it over me now.
"Pass, Janet," said he, making room for me to cross the stile: "go up home, and stay your weary little wandering feet at a friend's threshold." All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to colloquise further.