for Leah ing up with a message； I fancied sometimes I heard Mr。 Rochester’s own tread； and I turned to the door； expecting it to open and admit him。 The door remained shut； darkness only came in through the window。 Still it was not late； he often sent for me at seven and eight o’clock； and it was yet but six。 Surely I should not be wholly disappointed to… night； when I had so many things to say to him！ I wanted again to introduce the subject of Grace Poole； and to hear what he would answer； I wanted to ask him plainly if he really believed it was she who had made last night’s hideous attempt； and if so； why he kept her wickedness a secret。 It little mattered whether my curiosity irritated him； I knew the pleasure of vexing and soothing him by turns； it was one I chiefly delighted in； and a sure instinct always prevented me from going too far； beyond the verge of provocation I never ventured； on the extreme brink I liked well to try my skill。 Retaining every minute form of respect； every propriety of my station； I could still meet him in argument without fear or uneasy restraint； this suited both him and me。
A tread creaked on the stairs at last。 Leah made her appearance； but it was only to intimate that tea was ready in Mrs。 Fairfax’s room。 Thither I repaired； glad at least to go downstairs； for that brought me； I imagined； nearer to Mr。 Rochester’s presence。
“You must want your tea；” said the good lady； as I joined her； “you ate so little at dinner。 I am afraid；” she continued； “you are not well to…day： you look flushed and feverish。”
“Oh； quite well！ I never felt better。”
“Then you must prove it by evincing a good appetite； will you fill the teapot while I knit off this needle？” Having pleted her task； she rose to draw down the blind； whic