irs　and　gallery；　suggesting　cheerless　ideas　of　space　and　solitude；　and　I　was　glad；　when　finally　ushered　into　my　chamber；　to　find　it　of　small　dimensions；　and　furnished　in　ordinary；　modern　style。

When　Mrs。　Fairfax　had　bidden　me　a　kind　good…night；　and　I　had　fastened　my　door；　gazed　leisurely　round；　and　in　some　measure　effaced　the　eerie　impression　made　by　that　wide　hall；　that　dark　and　spacious　staircase；　and　that　long；　cold　gallery；　by　the　livelier　aspect　of　my　little　room；　I　remembered　that；　after　a　day　of　bodily　fatigue　and　mental　anxiety；　I　was　now　at　last　in　safe　haven。　The　impulse　of　gratitude　swelled　my　heart；　and　I　knelt　down　at　the　bedside；　and　offered　up　thanks　where　thanks　were　due；　not　forgetting；　ere　I　rose；　to　implore　aid　on　my　further　path；　and　the　power　of　meriting　the　kindness　which　seemed　so　frankly　offered　me　before　it　was　earned。　My　couch　had　no　thorns　in　it　that　night；　my　solitary　room　no　fears。　At　once　weary　and　content；　I　slept　soon　and　soundly：　when　I　awoke　it　was　broad　day。

The　chamber　looked　such　a　bright　little　place　to　me　as　the　sun　shone　in　between　the　gay　blue　chintz　window　curtains；　showing　papered　walls　and　a　carpeted　floor；　so　unlike　the　bare　planks　and　stained　plaster　of　Lowood；　that　my　spirits　rose　at　the　view。　Externals　have　a　great　effect　on　the　young：　I　thought　that　a　fairer　era　of　life　was　beginning　for　me；　one　that　was　to　have　its　flowers　and　pleasures；　as　well　as　its　thorns　and　toils。　My　faculties；　roused　by　the　change　of　scene