ore,’ as tature, pic, and plain. A person lessness of vice, tue.”

    “iringly active. Great and exalted deeds are w o perform.”

    “But  is probably rat?  you so alk?”

    “alks little, sir: . -rate, I s impressible, but vigorous.”

    “Is hen?”

    “truly able.”

    “A ted man?”

    “St. John is an accomplished and profound scholar.”

    “ to your taste?—priggish and parsonic?”

    “I never mentioned , unless I aste, t suit it; tlemanlike.”

    “ ion you gave of  of rae, rangled e neckclotilted up on hick-soled high-lows, eh?”

    “St. Joall, fair, h blue eyes, and a Grecian profile.”

    (Aside.) “Damn o me.) “Did you like him, Jane?”

    “Yes, Mr. Rocer, I liked  you asked me t before.”

    I perceived, of course, t of my interlocutor. Jealousy  ung  ting ary: it gave e from t, tely che snake.

    “Per sit any longer on my knee, Miss Eyre?”  someed observation.

    “, Mr. Rocer?”

    “ture you  draive of a ratoo over. Your tily a graceful Apollo:  to your imagination,—tall, fair, blue-eyed, and o the bargain.”

    “I never t of it, before; but you certainly are rather like Vulcan, sir.”

    “ell, you can leave me, ma’am: but before you go” (and ained me by a firmer grasp t to ansion or two.” he paused.

    “ questions, Mr. Rocer?”

    tion.

    “St. Joress of Morton before he knew you were his cousin?”

    “Yes.”

    “You en see  times?”

    “Daily.”

    “alented creature!”

    “hem—yes.”