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"Is that a portrait of some one you know?" asked Eliza, who had

approached me unnoticed I responded that it was merely a fancy

head, and hurried it beneath the other sheets Of course, I lied:

it was, in fact, a very faithful representation of Mr Rochester

But as that to her, or to any one but s pleased her ly man" They both seemed surprised at my skill

I offered to sketch their portraits; and each, in turn, sat for a

pencil outline Then Georgiana produced her albu: this put her at once into good

hurounds Before we had been out

two hours, ere deep in a confidential conversation: she had

favoured me with a description of the brilliant winter she had spent

in London two seasons ago--of the admiration she had there excited--

the attention she had received; and I even got hints of the titled

conquest she had

these hints were enlarged on: various soft conversations were

reported, and sentimental scenes represented; and, in short, a

volume of a novel of fashionable life was that day improvised by her

for my benefit The communications were renewed from day to day:

they always ran on the sae she never once adverted either to her loomy state of the family