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she pointed to a wide arch corresponding to the window； and hung like it with a tyrian…dyed curtain； now looped up。 mounting to it by two broad steps； and looking through； i thought i caught a glimpse of a fairy place； so bright to my novice…eyes appeared the view beyond。 yet it was merely a very pretty drawing…room； and within it a boudoir； both spread with white carpets； on which seemed laid brilliant garlands of flowers； both ceiled with snowy mouldings of white grapes and vine…leaves； beneath which glowed in rich contrast crimson couches and ottomans； while the ornaments on the pale pariain mantelpiece were of sparkling bohemian glass； ruby red； and between the windows large mirrors repeated the general blending of snow and fire。
“in what order you keep these rooms； mrs。 fairfax！” said i。 “no dust； no canvas coverings： except that the air feels chilly； one would think they were inhabited daily。”
“why； miss eyre； though mr。 rochester’s visits here are rare； they are always sudden and unexpected； and as i observed that it put him out to find everything swathed up； and to have a bustle of arrangement on his arrival； i thought it best to keep the rooms in readiness。”
“is mr。 rochester an exacting； fastidious sort of man？”
“not particularly so； but he has a gentleman’s tastes and habits； and he expects to have things managed in conformity to them。”
“do you like him？ is he generally liked？”
“oh； yes； the family have always been respected here。 almost all the land in this neighbourhood； as far as you can see； has belonged to the rochesters time out of mind。”
“well； but； leaving his land out of the question； do you like him？ is he liked for himself？”
“i have no cause to do otherwise than like him； and i believe he is considered a just and liberal landlord by his tenants： but he has never lived much amongst them。”
“but has he no peculiarities？ what； in short； is his character？”
“oh！ his character is unimpeachable； i suppose。 he is rather peculiar； perhaps： he has travelled a great deal； and seen a great deal of the world； i should think。 i dare say he is clever； but i never had much conversation with him。”
“in what way is he peculiar？”
“i don’t know—it is not easy to describe—nothing striking； but you feel it when he speaks to you； you cannot be always sure whether he is in jest or earnest； whether he is pleased or the contrary； you don’t thoroughly understand him； in short—at least； i don’t： but it is of no consequence； he is a very good master。”
this was all the account i got from mrs。 fairfax of her employer and mine。 there are people who seem to have no notion of sketching a character； or observing and describing salient points； either in persons or things： the good lady evidently belonged to this class； my queries puzzled； but did not draw her out。 mr。 rochester was mr。 rochester in her eyes； a gentleman； a landed proprietor—nothing more： she inquired and searched no further； and evidently wondered at my wish to gain a more definite notion of his identity。
when we left the dining…room； she proposed to show me over the rest of the house； and i followed her upstairs and downstairs； admiring as i went； for all was well arranged and handsome。 the large front chambers i thought especially grand： and some of the third…storey rooms； though dark and low； were interesting from their air of antiquity。 the furniture once appropriated to the lower apartments had from time to time been removed here； as fashions changed： and the imperfect light entering by their narrow casement showed bedsteads of a hundred years old； chests in oak or walnut； looking； with their strange carvings of palm branches and cherubs’ heads； like types of the hebrew ark； rows of venerable chairs； high…backed and narrow； stools still more antiquated； on whose cushioned tops were yet apparent traces of half…effaced embroideries； wrought by fingers that for two generations had been coffin…dust。 all these relics gave to the third storey of thornfield hall the aspect of a home of the past： a shrine of memory。 i liked the hush； the gloom； the quaintness of these retreats in the day； but i by no means coveted a night’s repose on one of those wide and heavy beds： shut in； some of them； with doors of oak； shaded； others； with wrought old english hangings crusted with thick work； portraying effigies of strange flowers； and stranger birds； and strangest human beings；— all which would have looked strange； indeed； by the pallid gleam of moonlight。
“do the servants sleep in these rooms？” i asked。
“no； they occupy a range of smaller apartments to the back； no one ever sleeps here： one would almost say that； if there were a ghost at thornfield hall； this would be its haunt。”
“so i think： you have no ghost； then？”
“none that i ever heard of；” returned mrs。 fairfax； smiling。
“nor any traditions of one？ no legends or ghost stories？”
“i believe not。 and yet it is said the rochesters have been rather a violent than a quiet race in their time： perhaps； though； that is the reason they rest tranquilly in their graves now。”
“yes—‘after life’s fitful fever they sleep well；’” i muttered。 “where are you going now； mrs。 fairfax？” for she was moving away。
“on to the leads； will you e and see the view from thence？” i followed still； up a very narrow staircase to the attics； and thence by a ladder and through a trap…door to the roof of the hall。 i was now on a level with the crow colony； and could see into their nests。 leaning over the battlements and looking far down； i surveyed the grounds laid out like a map： the bright and velvet lawn closely girdling the grey base of the mansion； the field； wide as a park； dotted with its ancient timber； the wood； dun and sere； divided by a path visibly overgrown； greener with moss than the trees were with foliage； the church at the gates； the road； the tranquil hills； all reposing in the autumn day’s sun； the horizon bounded by a propitious sky； azure； marbled with pearly white。 no feature in the scene was extraordinary； but all was pleasing。 when i turned from it and repassed the trap…door； i could scarcely see my way down the ladd