Sit by the fire, Miss Eyre, he said. Where have you come from?
From Lowood School, I replied. I was there for eight years.
Eight years! Mr. Rochester said. That is a long time! Who are your parents?
I have no parents, sir, I answered. That are dead.
But where is your home, Miss Eyre? Mr. Rochester asked.
I have no home, sir. I have no family, I said.
Why did you come to Thornfield Hall? Mr. Rochester asked.
I wanted to leave Lowood, sir. I replied. I put an advertisement in a newspaper. Mrs. Fairfax replied to my advertisement.
Yes' I did, Mrs. Fairfax said. Miss Eyre is a good teacher, Mr. Rochester.
Mr.Rochester smiled for the first time.
You are very young , Miss Eyre, he said.
I am eighteen, sir, I replied.
Mr. Rochester smiled again. He did not ask me more questions.
After that evening, I did not see Mr. Rochester for a few days. Then, one night, he sent for me again.
Sit near me, Miss Eyre, he said. Mrs. Fairfax will talk to Adele.
I sat down quietly, but did not speak. The fire was very bright. I saw Mr. Rochester's face clearly. I saw his