PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
Life with Mr. Rochester
"Miss Eyre," said Mr. Rochester, "how old were you when you first came to Lowood?"
"I was almost ten years old, sir."
"And you lived there eight years, so you are now eighteen. When I first saw your face, I did not know how old you were. What did you learn at the school? Can you play the piano?"
"Play us a song on the piano, then. It is in the library." I did as he asked.
But after I had played for a few minutes, he said, "That's enough, Miss Eyre. You do not play very well, but you are better than some others! Now, bring me your drawings." I got them from my room. He looked at them for a while and then pointed to three.
"These three drawings are interesting," he said. "Where do your ideas come from? Who taught you how to draw wind, and space, and feelings? But now it is late, Miss Eyre, so put them away. Adele should go to bed now. Good night to you all!" It seemed that Mr. Rochester suddenly wanted to be alone.