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