"Oh, of course! You have seen my daughters?"
"Yes."
"Well, you may tell them I wish you to stay, till I can talk some things over with you I have on my mind: to-night it is too late; and I have a difficulty in recalling them. But there was something I wished to say—let me see———"
The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame. Turning restlessly, she drew the bed-clothes round her; my elbow, resting on a corner of the quilt, fixed it down: she was at once irritated.
"Sit up!" said she, "don't annoy me with holding the clothes fast—are you Jane Eyre?"
"I am Jane Eyre."
"I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe. Such a burden to be left on my hands—and so much annoyance as she caused me, daily and hourly, with her incomprehensible disposition, and her sudden starts of temper, and her continual, unnatural watchings of one's movements! I declare she talked to me once like something mad, or like a fiend—no child ever spoke or looked as she did: I was glad to get her away from the house. What did they do with her at Lo-
