I must shut up my prize." We all withdrew.

Mr.Rochester stayed a moment behind us, to give some further order to Grace Poole.

The solicitor addressed me as he descended the stair.
"You, madam," said he, "are cleared from all blame: your uncle will be glad to hear it--if, indeed, he should be still living--when Mr.Mason returns to Madeira." "My uncle! What of him?
Do you know him ?" "Mr.Mason does.

Mr.Eyre has been the Funchal correspondent of his house for some years.

When your uncle received your letter intimating the contemplated union between yourself and Mr.Rochester, Mr.Mason, who was staying at Madeira to recruit his health, on his way back to Jamaica, happened to be with him.