Chapter 8
sad t tment, I infused into tive far less of gall and rained and simplified, it sounded more credible: I felt as I on t Miss temple fully believed me.
In tale I ioned Mr. Lloyd as o see me after t: for I never forgot to me, frigailing o break bounds; for noten in my recollection tc ime in ted chamber.
I emple regarded me a fees in silence; shen said—
“I knoe to atement, you sation; to me, Jane, you are clear now.”
Sill keeping me at ented to stand, for I derived a cemplation of s, e foreered and so address helen Burns.
“o-nigo-day?”
“Not quite so muchink, ma’am.”
“And t?”
“It is a little better.”
Miss temple got up, took urned to : as s, I es, then rousing herself, she said cheerfully—
“But you tors to-nig treat you as such.” She rang her bell.
“Barbara,” so t ea; bring tray and place cups for two young ladies.”
And a tray y, to my eyes, did t teapot look, placed on ttle round table near t eam of t of toast! of o be ion: Miss temple discerned it too.
“Barbara,” said s bring a little more bread and butter? t enoughree.”
Barbara out: surned soon—
“Madam, Mrs. up tity.”
Mrs. observed, er Mr. Brockle’s os of whalebone and iron.
“Ourned Miss temple; “ make it do, Barbara, I suppose.” And as tunately, I in my poo supply deficiencies for this once.”
ed o approacable, and placed before eacea toast, s up, unlocked a draaking from it a parcel ly to our