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Mr Rochester, as he sat in his damask-covered chair, looked

different to what I had seen hiloomy There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes

sparkled, whether ine or not, I am not sure; but I think it

very probable He was, in short, in his after-dinner ent than the frigid

and rigid teri back of his chair,

and receiving the light of the fire on his granite-hewn features,

and in his great, dark eyes; for he had great, dark eyes, and very

fine eyes, too--not without a certain change in their depths

sometimes, which, if it was not softness, re two th of tiaze fastened on his physiognomy

"You examine me, Miss Eyre," said he: "do you think me handsome?"

I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by

soue and polite; but the answer soue before I are--"No, sir"

"Ah! By ular about you," said he:

"you have the air of a little nonnette; quaint, quiet, grave, and

sienerally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are