Formyself，Ihadnoneedtomakeanychange;Ishouldnotbecalledupontoquitmysanctumoftheschoolroom;forasanctumitwasnowbecometome，—\'averypleasantrefugeintimeoftrouble。\'
Ithadbeenamild，serenespringday—oneofthosedayswhich，towardstheendofMarchorthebeginningofApril，riseshiningovertheearthasheraldsofsummer。Itwasdrawingtoanendnow;buttheeveningwasevenwarm，andIsatatworkintheschoolroomwiththewindowopen。
\'Itgetslate，\'saidMrs。Fairfax，enteringinrustlingstate。\'I
amgladIordereddinneranhourafterthetimeMr。Rochestermentioned;foritispastsixnow。IhavesentJohndowntothegatestoseeifthereisanythingontheroad:onecanseealongwayfromthenceinthedirectionofMillcote。\'Shewenttothewindow。
\'Hereheis！\'saidshe。\'Well，John\'（leaningout），\'anynews？\'