“Icameonpurposetofindyou，JaneEyre，”saidshe;“Iwantyouinmyroom;andasHelenBurnsiswithyou，shemaycometoo。”
Wewent;followingthesuperintendent’sguidance，wehadtothreadsomeintricatepassages，andmountastaircasebeforewereachedherapartment;itcontainedagoodfire，andlookedcheerful。MissTempletoldHelenBurnstobeseatedinalowarm—chairononesideofthehearth，andherselftakinganother，shecalledmetoherside。
“Isitallover？”sheasked，lookingdownatmyface。“Haveyoucriedyourgriefaway？”
“IamafraidInevershalldothat。”
“Why？”