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Mr Rochester had been absent upwards of a fortnight. When the Post brought Mrs Fairfax a letter it is from the master said she is. She looked at the direction. Now I suppose we shall know whether we are to expect his return or not. And while she broke the seal and peruse the document, I went on taking my coffee. We were at breakfast. It was heart, and I attributed to that circumstance of fiery glow which suddenly rose to my face Why my hand shook and why I am voluntarily spoke half the contents of my cup into my source. Sir, I did not choose to consider. Well, I sometimes think we are too quiet, but we run a chance of being busy enough now for a little while at least, said Mrs Fairfax, still holding the note before her spectacles, I permitted myself to request an explanation. I tied the string of Adele's pinafore, which happened to be loose, having helped her also to another bun and refilled her mug with milk, I said nonchalantly, Mr Rochester is not likely to return soon, I suppose, indeed, ears in three days, he says. That will be next Thursday and not alone, either. I don't know how many of the fine people at Liza coming with him. He sends directions for all the best rooms to be prepared, and the library and drawing rooms are to be cleaned out. I am to get more kitchen hands from the George Inn at Mill Kurt and from wherever. Also, I can and the ladies will bring their maids and the gentleman there Valet's so we should have a full house of it on. Mrs. Fairfax swallowed her breakfast and hastened away to commence operations. The three days were a she had foretold. Busy enough. I had thought all the rooms at Thornfield beautifully clean and well arranged, but it appears I was mistaken. Three women were got to help and such scrubbing such brushing, such washing of paint and beating of carpets such taking down and putting up of pictures. Such polishing of mirrors and luster's such lighting of fires in bedrooms, such airing of sheets and feather beds on halfs I never beheld either before or since Adele ran quite wild In the midst of it. The preparations for company and the prospect of their arrival seemed to throw her into ecstasies. She would have Sophie to look over all her toilets as she called frocks to Furbish up any that were passe and air and arrange the new for herself. She did nothing but caper about in the front chambers jump on and off the bedsteads and lie on the mattresses and piled up bolsters and pillows before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys from school duties. She was exonerated. Mrs. Fairfax had pressed me into her service, and I was all day in the store, um, helping or hindering her and the cook, learning to make custards and cheesecakes and French pastry to trust game and garnish dessert dishes. The party were expected to arrive on Thursday afternoon, in time for dinner at six. During the intervening period, I had no time to nurse came eras, and I believe I was active. And Gaia's anybody, Adele accepted. Still. Now and then I received a damping cheque to my cheerfulness and was in spite of myself, thrown back on the region of doubts and portents and dark conjectures. This was when I chanced to see the third storey staircase door, which of late had always been kept locked open slowly and give passage to the form of Grace Poole in Primm cap, white apron and handkerchief When I watched her glide along the gallery, her quiet tread muffled in a list slipper when I saw her look into the bustling, topsy turvy bedrooms. Just say a word, perhaps, of the charwoman about the proper way to polish a great or clean a marble mantelpiece. Or take stains from papered walls and then pass on. She with us to send to the kitchen once a day, eat her dinner, smoke a moderate pipe on the half and go back carrying her part of Porter with her for her private solace in her own gloomy upper haunt. Only one hour in the 20 for did she pass with her fellow servants below all the rest of her time was spent in some low sealed Oken chamber of the second storey. There she sat and sewed and probably laughed drearily to herself as companion. Lis has a prisoner in his dungeon