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sure I do,” drawled Lord Ingram; “and the poor old stick used to cry out ‘Oh you villains childs!’ – and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were, when she was herself so ignorant.”

      “We did; and, Tedo, you know, I helped you in prosecuting (or persecuting) your tutor, whey-faced Mr. Vining – the parson in the pip, as we used to call him. He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other – at least Tedo and I thought so; we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of ‘la belle passion,’ and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery; we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist our dead-weights from the house. Dear mama, there, as soon as she got an inkling of the business, found out that it was of an immoral tendency. Did you not, my lady-mother?”

      “Certainly, my best. And I was quite right: depend on that: there are a thousand reasons why liaisons between governesses and tutors should never be tolerated a moment in any well-regulated house; firstly – ”

      “Oh, gracious, mama! Spare us the enumeration! Au reste[76], we all know them: danger of bad example to innocence of childhood; distractions and consequent neglect of duty on the part of the attached – mutual alliance and reliance; confidence thence resulting – insolence accompanying – mutiny and general blow-up. Am I right, Baroness Ingram, of Ingram Park?”

      “My lily-flower, you are right now, as always.”

      “Then no more need be said: change the subject.”

      Amy Eshton, not hearing or not heeding this dictum, joined in with her soft, infantine tone: “Louisa and I used to quiz our governess too; but she was such a good creature, she would bear anything: nothing put her out. She was never cross with us; was she, Louisa?”

      “No, never: we might do what we pleased; ransack her desk and her workbox, and turn her drawers inside out; and she was so good-natured, she would give us anything we asked for.”

      “I suppose, now,” said Miss Ingram, curling her lip sarcastically, “we shall have an abstract of the memoirs of all the governesses extant: in order to avert such a visitation, I again move the introduction of a new topic. Mr. Rochester, do you second my motion?”

      “Madam, I support you on this point, as on every other.”

      “Then on me be the onus of bringing it forward. Signior Eduardo, are you in voice to-night?”

      “Donna Bianca, if you command it, I will be.”

      “Then, signior, I lay on you my sovereign behest to furbish up your lungs and other vocal organs, as they will be wanted on my royal service.”

      “Who would not be the Rizzio of so divine a Mary?[77]”

      “A fig for Rizzio!” cried she, tossing her head with all its curls, as she moved to the piano. “It is my opinion the fiddler David must have been an insipid sort of fellow; I like black Bothwell[78] better: to my mind a man is nothing without a spice of the devil in him; and history may say what it will of James Hepburn, but I have a notion, he was just the sort of wild, fierce, bandit hero whom I could have consented to gift with my hand.”

      “Gentlemen, you hear! Now which of you most resembles Bothwell?” cried Mr. Rochester.

      “I should say the preference lies with you,” responded Colonel Dent.

      “On my honour, I am much obliged to you,” was the reply.

      Miss Ingram, who had now seated herself with proud grace at the piano, spreading out her snowy robes in queenly amplitude, commenced a brilliant prelude; talking meantime. She appeared to be on her high horse to-night; both her words and her air seemed intended to excite not only the admiration, but the amazement of her auditors: she was evidently bent on striking them as something very dashing and daring indeed.

      “Oh, I am so sick of the young men of the present day!” exclaimed she, rattling away at the instrument. “Poor, puny things, not fit to stir a step beyond papa’s park gates: nor to go even so far without mama’s permission and guardianship! Creatures so absorbed in care about their pretty faces, and their white hands, and their small feet; as if a man had anything to do with beauty! As if loveliness were not the special prerogative of woman – her legitimate appanage and heritage! I grant an ugly woman is a blot on the fair face of creation; but as to the gentlemen, let them be solicitous to possess only strength and valour: let their motto be: – Hunt, shoot, and fight: the rest is not worth a fillip. Such should be my device, were I a man.”

      “Whenever I marry,” she continued after a pause which none interrupted, “I am resolved my husband shall not be a rival, but a foil to me. I will suffer no competitor near the throne; I shall exact an undivided homage: his devotions shall not be shared between me and the shape he sees in his mirror. Mr. Rochester, now sing, and I will play for you.”

      “I am all obedience,” was the response.

      “Here then is a Corsair-song. Know that I doat on Corsairs; and for that reason, sing it con spirito[79].”

      “Commands from Miss Ingram’s lips would put spirit into a mug of milk and water.”

      “Take care, then: if you don’t please me, I will shame you by showing how such things should be done.”

      “That is offering a premium on incapacity: I shall now endeavour to fail.”

      “Gardez-vous en bien[80]! If you err wilfully, I shall devise a proportionate punishment.”

      “Miss Ingram ought to be clement, for she has it in her power to inflict a chastisement beyond mortal endurance.”

      “Ha! explain!” commanded the lady.

      “Pardon me, madam: no need of explanation; your own fine sense must inform you that one of your frowns would be a sufficient substitute for capital punishment.”

      “Sing!” said she, and again touching the piano, she commenced an accompaniment in spirited style.

      “Now is my time to slip away,” thought I: but the tones that then severed the air arrested me. Mrs. Fairfax had said Mr. Rochester possessed a fine voice: he did – a mellow, powerful bass, into which he threw his own feeling, his own force; finding a way through the ear to the heart, and there waking sensation strangely. I waited till the last deep and full vibration had expired – till the tide of talk, checked an instant, had resumed its flow; I then quitted my sheltered corner and made my exit by the side-door, which was fortunately near. Thence a narrow passage led into the hall: in crossing it, I perceived my sandal was loose; I stopped to tie it, kneeling down for that purpose on the mat at the foot of the staircase. I heard the dining-room door unclose; a gentleman came out; rising hastily, I stood face to face with him: it was Mr. Rochester.

      “How do you do?” he asked.

      “I am very well, sir.”

      “Why did you not come and speak to me in the room?”

      I thought I might have retorted the question on him who put it: but I would not take that freedom. I answered –

      “I did not wish to disturb you, as you seemed engaged, sir.”

      “What have you been doing during my absence?”

      “Nothing particular; teaching Adèle as usual.”

      “And getting a good deal paler than you were – as I saw at first sight. What is the matter?”

      “Nothing at all, sir.”

      “Did you take any cold that night you half drowned me?”

      “Not the least.”

      “Return to the drawing-room: you

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