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re pouring down light on the silver and glass of a magnificent dessert…service covering a long table； a band of ladies stood in the opening； they entered； and the curtain fell behind them。
there were but eight； yet； somehow； as they flocked in； they gave the impression of a much larger number。 some of them were very tall； many were dressed in white； and all had a sweeping amplitude of array that seemed to magnify their persons as a mist magnifies the moon。 i rose and curtseyed to them： one or two bent their heads in return； the others only stared at me。
they dispersed about the room； reminding me； by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements； of a flock of white plumy birds。 some of them threw themselves in half…reclining positions on the sofas and ottomans： some bent over the tables and examined the flowers and books： the rest gathered in a group round the fire： all talked in a low but clear tone which seemed habitual to them。 i knew their names afterwards； and may as well mention them now。
first； there was mrs。 eshton and two of her daughters。 she had evidently been a handsome woman； and was well preserved still。 of her daughters； the eldest； amy； was rather little： naive； and child…like in face and manner； and piquant in form； her white muslin dress and blue sash became her well。 the second； louisa； was taller and more elegant in figure； with a very pretty face； of that order the french term minois chiffoné： both sisters were fair as lilies。
lady lynn was a large and stout personage of about forty； very erect； very haughty…looking； richly dressed in a satin robe of changeful sheen： her dark hair shone glossily under the shade of an azure plume； and within the circlet of a band of gems。
mrs。 colonel dent was less showy； but； i thought； more lady…like。 she had a slight figure； a pale； gentle face； and fair hair。 her black satin dress； her scarf of rich foreign lace； and her pearl ornaments； pleased me better than the rainbow radiance of the titled dame。
but the three most distinguished—partly； perhaps； because the tallest figures of the band—were the dowager lady ingram and her daughters； blanche and mary。 they were all three of the loftiest stature of women。 the dowager might be between forty and fifty： her shape was still fine； her hair （by candle…light at least） still black； her teeth； too； were still apparently perfect。 most people would have termed her a splendid woman of her age： and so she was； no doubt； physically speaking； but then there was an expression of almost insupportable haughtiness in her bearing and countenance。 she had roman features and a double chin； disappearing into a throat like a pillar： these features appeared to me not only inflated and darkened； but even furrowed with pride； and the chin was sustained by the same principle； in a position of almost preternatural erectness。 she had； likewise； a fierce and a hard eye： it reminded me of mrs。 reed’s； she mouthed her words in speaking； her voice was deep； its inflections very pompous； very dogmatical；—very intolerable； in short。 a crimson velvet robe； and a shawl turban of some gold…wrought indian fabric； invested her （i suppose she thought） with a truly imperial dignity。
blanche and mary were of equal stature；—straight and tall as poplars。 mary was too slim for her height； but blanche was moulded like a dian。 i regarded her； of course； with special interest。 first； i wished to see whether her appearance accorded with mrs。 fairfax’s description； secondly； whether it at all resembled the fancy miniature i had painted of her； and thirdly—it will out！— whether it were such as i should fancy likely to suit mr。 rochester’s taste。
as far as person went； she answered point for point； both to my picture and mrs。 fairfax’s description。 the noble bust； the sloping shoulders； the graceful neck； the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there；—but her face？ her face was like her mother’s； a youthful unfurrowed likeness： the same low brow； the same high features； the same pride。 it was not； however； so saturnine a pride！ she laughed continually； her laugh was satirical； and so was the habitual expression of her arched and haughty lip。
genius is said to be self…conscious。 i cannot tell whether miss ingram was a genius； but she was self…conscious—remarkably self… conscious indeed。 she entered into a discourse on botany with the gentle mrs。 dent。 it seemed mrs。 dent had not studied that science： though； as she said； she liked flowers； “especially wild ones；” miss ingram had； and she ran over its vocabulary with an air。 i presently perceived she was （what is vernacularly termed） trailing mrs。 dent； that is； playing on her ignorance—her trail might be clever； but it was decidedly not good…natured。 she played： her execution was brilliant； she sang： her voice was fine； she talked french apart to her mamma； and she talked it well； with fluency and with a good accent。
mary had a milder and more open countenance than blanche； softer features too； and a skin some shades fairer （miss ingram was dark as a spaniard）—but mary was deficient in life： her face lacked expression； her eye lustre； she had nothing to say； and having once taken her seat； remained fixed like a statue in its niche。 the sisters were both attired in spotless white。
and did i now think miss ingram such a choice as mr。 rochester would be likely to make？ i could not tell—i did not know his taste in female beauty。 if he liked the majestic； she was the very type of majesty： then she was acplished； sprightly。 most gentlemen would admire her； i thought； and that he did admire her； i already seemed to have obtained proof： to remove the last shade of doubt； it remained but to see them together。
you are not to suppose； reader； that adèle has all this time been sitting motionless on the stool at my feet： no； when the ladies entered； she rose； advanced to meet them； made a stately reverence； and said with gravity—
“bon jour； mesdames。”
and miss ingram had looked down at her with a mocking air； and exclaimed； “oh； what a little puppet！”
lady lynn had remarked； “it is mr。 rochester’s ward； i suppose—the little french girl he was speaking of。”