s　he　scattered　to　stray　and　stranger　birds　like　me；　was　to　feast　genially。　His　last　words　were　balm：　they　seemed　to　imply　that　it　imported　something　to　him　whether　I　forgot　him　or　not。　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　inprehensible：　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　mon　purposes：　it　was　the　real　sunshine　of　feeling—he　shed　it　over　me　now。

“Pass；　Ja；”　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。