'Where are you going?' Mr. Rochester asked.
'It is late. Adele must go to bed,' I said.
'Are you frightened of me, Miss Eyre?' Mr. Rochester asked.
'No, sir,' I replied. 'But you say strange things, sir.'
Mr. Rochester smiled.
'Take Adele to her bedroom now, Miss Eyre,' he said. 'We will talk again tomorrow.'
After that night, we talked together many times. Mr. Rochester was an interesting man. But he was a strange man too. I often thought about him.
'Why does Mr. Rochester hate Thornfield?' I asked myself. 'Thornfield Hall is a beautiful place. But Mr. Rochester is not happy.'