“Nevermind，—waitaminute:Adèleisnotreadytogotobedyet。Myposition，MissEyre，withmybacktothefire，andmyfacetotheroom，favoursobservation。Whiletalkingtoyou，IhavealsooccasionallywatchedAdèle（Ihavemyownreasonsforthinkingheracuriousstudy，—reasonsthatImay，nay，thatIshall，imparttoyousomeday）。Shepulledoutofherbox，abouttenminutesago，alittlepinksilkfrock;rapturelitherfaceassheunfoldedit;coquetryrunsinherblood，blendswithherbrains，andseasonsthemarrowofherbones。‘Ilfautquejel’essaie！’criedshe，‘etàl’instantmême！’andsherushedoutoftheroom。SheisnowwithSophie，undergoingarobingprocess:inafewminutesshewillre—enter;andIknowwhatIshallsee，—aminiatureofCélineVarens，assheusedtoappearontheboardsattherisingof—Butnevermindthat。However，mytenderestfeelingsareabouttoreceiveashock:suchismypresentiment;staynow，toseewhetheritwillberealised。”
Erelong，Adèle’slittlefootwasheardtrippingacrossthehall。Sheentered，transformedasherguardianhadpredicted。Adressofrose—colouredsatin，veryshort，andasfullintheskirtasitcouldbegathered，replacedthebrownfrockshehadpreviouslyworn;awreathofrosebudscircledherforehead;herfeetweredressedinsilkstockingsandsmallwhitesatinsandals。
“Est—cequemarobevabien？”criedshe，boundingforwards;“etmessouliers？etmesbas？Tenez，jecroisquejevaisdanser！”
Andspreadingoutherdress，shechasséedacrosstheroomtill，havingreachedMr。Rochester，shewheeledlightlyroundbeforehimontip—toe，thendroppedononekneeathisfeet，exclaiming—
“Monsieur，jevousremerciemillefoisdevotrebonté;”thenrising，sheadded，“C’estcommecelaquemamanfaisait，n’est—cepas，monsieur？”