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MR. ROCHESTER did, on a future occasion, explain it. It was one
afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Adele in the grounds:
and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock, he asked me
to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.

He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera-dancer,
Celine Varens, towards whom he had once cherished what he
called a ‘grande passion.’ This passion Celine had professed to
return with even superior ardour. He thought himself her idol,
ugly as he was: he believed, as he said, that she preferred his ‘taille
d’athlete’ to the elegance of the Apollo Belvidere.

‘And, Miss Eyre, so much was I flattered by this preference of the
Gallic sylph for her British gnome, that I installed her in an hotel;
gave her a complete establishment of servants, a carriage,
cashmeres, diamonds, dentelles, etc. In short, I began the process of
ruining myself in the received style, like any other spoony. I had
not, it seems, the originality to chalk out a new road to shame and
destruction, but trode the old track with stupid exactness not to
deviate an inch from the beaten centre. I had-as I deserved to
have-the fate of all other spoonies.

Happening to call one evening when Celine did not expect me, I
found her out; but it was a warm night, and I was tired with
strolling through Paris, so I sat down in her boudoir; happy to
breathe the air consecrated so lately by her presence. No,I
exaggerate; I never thought there was any consecrating virtue
about her: it was rather a sort of pastille perfume she had left; a
scent of musk and amber, than an odour of sanctity. I was just
beginning to stifle with the fumes of conservatory flowers and
sprinkled essences, when I bethought myself to open the window
and step out on to the balcony. It was moonlight and gaslight
besides, and very still and serene. The balcony was furnished with
a chair or two; I sat down, and took out a cigar,- I will take one
now, if you will excuse me.’ Here ensued a pause, filled up by the
producing and lighting of a cigar; having placed it to his lips and
breathed a trail of Havannah incense on the freezing and sunless
air, he went on‘I liked bonbons too in those days, Miss Eyre, and I
was croquant-(overlook the barbarism)- croquant chocolate
comfits, and smoking alternately, watching meantime the
equipages that rolled along the fashionable streets towards the
neighbouring opera-house, when in an elegant close carriage
drawn by a beautiful pair of English horses, and distinctly seen in
the brilliant city-night, I recognised the “voiture” I had given
Celine. She was returning: of course my heart thumped with
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