ye was large and well cut； but the life looking out of it was a tame； vacant life—at least so I thought。
The sound of the dressing…bell dispersed the party。 It was not till after dinner that I saw him again： he then seemed quite at his ease。 But I liked his physiognomy even less than before： it struck me as being at the same time unsettled and inanimate。 His eye wandered； and had no meaning in its wandering： this gave him an odd look； such as I never remembered to have seen。 For a handsome and not an unamiable…looking man； he repelled me exceedingly： there was no power in that smooth…skinned face of a full oval shape： no firmness in that aquiline nose and small cherry mouth； there was no thought on the low； even forehead； no mand in that blank； brown eye。
As I sat in my usual nook； and looked at him with the light of the girandoles on the mantelpiece beaming full over him—for he occupied an arm…chair drawn close to the fire； and kept shrinking still nearer； as if he were cold； I pared him with Mr。 Rochester。 I think （with deference be it spoken） the contrast could not be much greater between a sleek gander and a fierce falcon： between a meek sheep and the rough…coated keen…eyed dog； its guardian。
He had spoken of Mr。 Rochester as an old friend。 A curious friendship theirs must have been： a pointed illustration； indeed； of the old adage that “extremes meet。”
Two or three of the gentlemen sat near him； and I caught at times scraps of their conversation across the room。 At first I could not make much sense of what I heard； for the discourse of Louisa Eshton and Mary Ingram； who sat nearer to me； confused the fragmentary sentences that reached me at intervals。 These last were discussing the stranger； they both called him “a beautiful man。” Louisa said he was “a love of a creature；” and she “adored him；” and Mary instanced his “pretty little mouth； and nice nose；” as her ideal of the charming。
“And what a sweet…tempered forehead he has！” cried Louisa；—“so smooth—none of those frowning irregularities I dislike so much； and such a placid eye and smile！”
And then； to my great relief； Mr。 Henry Lynn summoned them to the other side of the room； to settle some point about the deferred excursion to Hay mon。
I was now able to concentrate my attention on the group by the fire； and I presently gathered that the new…er was called Mr。 Mason； then I learned that he was but just arrived in England； and that he came from some hot country： which was the reason； doubtless； his face was so sallow； and that he sat so near the hearth； and wore a surtout in the house。 Presently the words Jamaica； Kingston； Spanish Town； indicated the West Indies as his residence； and it was with no little surprise I gathered； ere long； that he had there first seen and bee acquainted with Mr。 Rochester。 He spoke of his friend’s dislike of the burning heats； the hurricanes； and rainy seasons of that region。 I knew Mr。 Rochester had been a traveller： Mrs。 Fairfax had said so； but I thought the continent of Europe had bounded his wanderings； till now I had never heard a hint given of visits to more distant shores。
I was pondering these things； when an incident； and a somewhat unexpected one； broke the thread of my musings。 Mr。 Mason； shivering as some one chanced to open the door； asked for more coal to be put on the fire； which had burnt out its flame； though its mass of cinder still shone hot and red。 The footman who brought the coal； in going out； stopped near Mr。 Eshton’s chair； and said something to him in a low voice； of which I heard only the words； “old e。”
“Tell her she shall be put in the stocks if she does not take herself off；” replied the magistrate。
“No—stop！” interrupted Colonel Dent。 “Don’t send her away； Eshton； we might turn the thing to account； better consult the ladies。” And speaking aloud； he continued—“Ladies； you talked of going to Hay mon to visit the gipsy camp； Sam here says that one of the old Mother Bunches is in the servants’ hall at this moment； and insists upon being brought in before ‘the quality；’ to tell them their fortunes。 Would you like to see her？”
“Surely； colonel；” cried Lady Ingram； “you would not encourage such a low impostor？ Dismiss her； by all means； at once！”
“But I cannot persuade her to go away； my lady；” said the footman； “nor can any of the servants： Mrs。 Fairfax is with her just now； entreating her to be gone； but she has taken a chair in the chimney… er； and says nothing shall stir her from it till she gets leave to e in here。”
“What does she want？” asked Mrs。 Eshton。
“‘To tell the gentry their fortunes；’ she says； ma’am； and she swears she must and will do it。”
“What is she like？” inquired the Misses Eshton； in a breath。
“A shockingly ugly old creature； miss； almost as black as a crock。”
“Why； she’s a real sorceress！” cried Frederick Lynn。 “Let us have her in； of course。”
“To be sure；” rejoined his brother； “it would be a thousand pities to throw away such a chance of fun。”
“My dear boys； what are you thinking about？” exclaimed Mrs。 Lynn。
“I cannot possibly countenance any such inconsistent proceeding；” chimed in the Dowager Ingram。
“Indeed； mama； but you can—and will；” pronounced the haughty voice of Blanche； as she turned round on the piano…stool； where till now she had sat silent； apparently examining sundry sheets of music。 “I have a curiosity to hear my fortune told： therefore； Sam； order the beldame forward。”
“My darling Blanche！ recollect—”
“I do—I recollect all you can suggest； and I must have my ！”
“Yes—yes—yes！” cried all the juveniles； both ladies and gentlemen。 “Let her e—it will be excellent sport！”
The footman still lingered。 “She looks such a rough one；” said he。
“Go！” ejaculated Miss Ingram； and the man went。
Excitement instantly seized the whole party： a running fire of raillery and jests was proceeding when Sam returned。
“She won’t e now；” said he。 “She says it’s not her mission to appear before the ‘vulgar herd’ （them’s her words）。 I must show her into a room by herself； and then those who wish to consult her must go to her one by one。”
“You see now； my queenly Blanche；” began Lady Ingram； “she encroaches。 Be advised； my angel girl—and—”
“Show her into the library； of course；” cut in the “angel girl。” “It is not my mission to listen to her before the vulgar herd either： I mean to have her all to myself。 Is there a fire in the library？”
“Yes； ma’am—but she looks such a tinkler。”
“Cease that chatter； blockhead！ and do my bidding。”
Again Sam vanished； and mystery； animation； expectation rose to full flow once more。
“She’s ready now；” said the footman； as he reappeared。 “She wishes to know who will be her first visitor。”
“I think I had better just look in upon her before any of the ladies go；” said Colonel Dent。
“Tell her； Sam； a gentleman is ing。”
Sam went and returned。
“She says； sir； that she’ll have no gentlemen； they need not trouble themselves to e near her； nor；” he added； with difficulty suppressing a titter； “any ladies either； except the young； and single。”
“By Jove； she has taste！” exclaimed Henry Lynn。
Miss Ingram rose solemnly