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 FragmentWelcome to consult...om: the lustre, which
had been lit for dinner, filled the room with a festal breadth of
light; the large fire was all red and clear; the purple curtains hung
ric**mple before the lofty window and loftier arch;

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everything was still, save the subdued chat of Adèle (she dared not
speak loud), and, filling up each pause, the beating of winter rain
against the panes.

Mr. Rochester, as he sat in his damask-covered chair, looked
different to what I had seen him look before; not quite so stern—
much less gloomy. There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes
sparkled, whether with wine or not, I am not sure; but I think it
very probable. He was, in short, in his after-dinner mood; more
expanded and genial, and also more self-indulgent than the frigid
and rigid temper of the morning; still he looked preciously grim,
cushioning his massive head against the swelling back of his chair,
and receiving the light of the fire on his granite-hewn features,
and in his great, dark eyes; for he had great, dark eyes, and very
fine eyes, too—not without a certain change in their depths
sometimes, which, if it was not softness, reminded you, at least, of
that feeling.

He had been looking two minutes at the fire, and I had been
looking the same length of time at him, when, turning suddenly,
he caught my gaze fastened on his physiognomy.

“You examine me, Miss Eyre,” said he: “do you think me
handsome?”

I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by
something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer
somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware—“No, sir.”

“Ah! By my word! there is something singular about you,” said
he: “you have the air of a little nonnette; quaint, quiet, grave, and
simple, as you sit with your hands before you, and your eyes
generally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are
directed piercingly to my face; as just now, for instance); and when

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one asks you a question, or makes a remark to which you are
obliged to reply, you rap out a round rejoinder, which, if not blunt,
is at least brusque. What do you mean by it?”

“Sir, I was too plain; I beg your pardon. I ought to have replied
that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question
about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of
little consequence, or something of that sort.”

“You ought to have replied no such thing. Beauty of little
consequence, indeed! And so, under pretence of softening the
previous outrage, of stroking and soothing me into placidity, you
stick a sly penknife under my ear! Go on: what fault do you find
with me, pray? I suppose I have all my limbs and all my features
like any other man?”

“Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended
no pointed repartee: it was only a blunder.”

“Just so: I think so: and you shall be answerable for it. Criticise
me: does my forehead not please you?”

He lifted up the sable waves of hair which lay horizontally over
his brow, and showed a solid enough mass of intellectual organs,
but an abrupt deficiency where the suave sign of benevolence
should have risen.

“Now, ma’am, am I a fool?”

“Far from it