master　of　Thornfield　Hall；　weling　his　fair　and　gallant　guests　under　its　roof。　Then　light　steps　ascended　the　stairs；　and　there　was　a　tripping　through　the　gallery；　and　soft　cheerful　laughs；　and　opening　and　closing　doors；　and；　for　a　time；　a　hush。

“Elles　changent　de　toilettes；”　said　Adèle；　who；　listening　attentively；　had　followed　every　movement；　and　she　sighed。

“Chez　maman；”　said　she；　“quand　il　y　avait　du　monde；　je　le　suivais　partout；　au　salon　et　à　leurs　chambres；　souvent　je　regardais　les　femmes　de　chambre　coiffer　et　habiller　les　dames；　et　c’était　si　amusant：　me　cela　on　apprend。”

“Don’t　you　feel　hungry；　Adèle？”

“Mais　oui；　mademoiselle：　voilà　cinq　ou　six　heures　que　nous　n’avons　pas　mangé。”

“Well　now；　while　the　ladies　are　in　their　rooms；　I　will　venture　down　and　get　you　something　to　eat。”

And　issuing　from　my　asylum　with　precaution；　I　sought　a　back…stairs　which　conducted　directly　to　the　kitchen。　All　in　that　region　was　fire　and　motion；　the　soup　and　fish　were　in　the　last　stage　of　projection；　and　the　cook　hung　over　her　crucibles　in　a　frame　of　mind　and　body　threatening　spontaneous　bustion。　In　the　servants’　hall　two　coachmen　and　three　gentlemen’s　gentlemen　stood　or　sat　round　the　fire；　the　abigails；　I　suppose；　were　upstairs　with　their　mistresses；　the　new　servants；　that　had　been　hired　from　Millcote；　were　bustling　about　everywhere。　Threading　this　chaos；　I　at　last　reached　the　larder；　there　I　took　possession　of　a　cold　chicken；　a　roll　of　bread；　some　tar