ep　Mr。　Rochester　at　a　distance：　distrust　yourself　as　well　as　him。　Gentlemen　in　his　station　are　not　accustomed　to　marry　their　governesses。”

I　was　growing　truly　irritated：　happily；　Adèle　ran　in。

“Let　me　go；—let　me　go　to　Millcote　too！”　she　cried。　“Mr。　Rochester　won’t：　though　there　is　so　much　room　in　the　new　carriage。　Beg　him　to　let　me　go　mademoiselle。”

“That　I　will；　Adèle；”　and　I　hastened　away　onitress。　The　carriage　was　ready：　they　were　bringing　it　round　to　the　front；　and　my　master　was　the　pavement；　Pilot　following　him　backwards　and　forwards。

“Adèle　may　acpany　us；　may　she　not；　sir？”

“I　told　her　no。　I’ll　have　no　brats！—I’ll　have　only　you。”

“Do　let　her　go；　Mr。　Rochester；　if　you　please：　it　would　be　better。”

“Not　it：　she　will　be　a　restraint。”

He　ptory；　both　in　look　and　voice。　The　chill　of　Mrs。　Fairfax’s　warnings；　and　the　damp　of　her　doubts　were　upon　me：　something　of　unsubstantiality　and　uncertainty　had　beset　my　hopes。　I　half　lost　the　sense　of　power　over　him。　I　was　about　mechanically　to　obey　him；　without　further　remonstrance；　but　as　he　helped　me　into　the　carriage；　he　looked　at　my　face。

“What　is　the　matter？”　he　asked；　“all　the　sunshine　is　gone。　Do　you　really　wish　the　bairn　to　go？　Will　it　annoy　you　if　she　is　left　behind？”

“I　would　far　rather　she　went；　sir。”

“Then　off　for　your　bon；　and　back　like　a　flash　of　lightning！”　cried　he　to　Adèle。

She　obeyed　him　with　what　speed　she　might。

“After　all；　a　single　morning’s　interruption　will　not　matter　much；”　said　he；　“when　I　mean　shortly　to　claim　you—your　thoughts；　conversation；　and　pany—for　life。”

Adèle；　when　lifted　in；　menced　kissing　me；　by　way　of　expressing　her　gratitude　for　my　intercession：　she　was　instantly　stowed　away　into　a　corner　on　the　othe