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22 nurse,’ said he; ‘you can go down; I’ll give Miss Jane a lecture till you come back.’ Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because punctuality at meals was rigidly enforced at Gates-head Hall. ‘The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?’ pursued Mr. Lloyd when Bessie was gone. ‘I was shut up in a room where there is a ghost till after dark.’ I saw Mr. Lloyd smile and frown at the same time. ‘Ghost! What, you are a baby after all! You are afraid of ghosts?’ ‘Of Mr. Reed’s ghost I am: he died in that room, and was laid out there. Neither Bessie nor any one else will go into it at night, if they can help it; and it was cruel to shut me up alone without a candle,- so cruel that I think I shall never forget it.’ ‘Nonsense! And is it that makes you so miserable? Are you afraid now in daylight?’ ‘No: but night will come again before long: and besides,- I am unhappy,- very unhappy, for other things.’ ‘What other things? Can you tell me some of them?’ How much I wished to reply fully to this question! How difficult it was to frame any answer! Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words. Fearful, however, of losing this first and only opportunity of relieving my grief by imparting it, I, after a disturbed pause, contrived to frame a meagre, though, as far as it went, true response. ‘For one thing, I have no father or mother, brothers or sisters.’ ‘You have a kind aunt and cousins.’ Again I paused; then bunglingly enounced‘But John Reed knocked me down, and my aunt shut me up in the red-room.’ Mr. Lloyd a second time produced his snuff- box. ‘Don’t you think Gateshead Hall a very beautiful house?’ asked he. ‘Are you not very thankful to have such a fine place to live at?’ ‘It is not my house, sir; and Abbot says I have less right to be here than a servant.’ ‘Pooh! you can’t be silly enough to wish to leave such a splendid place?’ ‘If I had anywhere else to go, I should be glad to leave it; but I can never get away from Gateshead till I am a woman.’ ‘Perhaps you may-who knows? Have you any relations besides Mrs. Reed?’ ‘I think not, sir.’ ‘None belonging to your father?’ ‘I don’t know: I asked Aunt Reed once, and she said possibly I might have some poor, low relations called Eyre, but she knew nothing about them.’ ‘If you had such, would you like to go to them?’ I reflected. Poverty looks grim to grown people; still more so to children: they have not much idea of industrious, working, respectable poverty; they think of the word only as connected with ragged clothes, scanty food, fireless grates, |
