Mr. Rocer did, on a future occasion, explain it. It ernoon,  me and Adèle in t and tlecock, o walk up and down a long beec of her.

    ser of a Frencourn   saille d’ate” to the Apollo Belvidere.

    “And, Miss Eyre, so muctered by tis I installed el; gave e establis of servants, a carriage, caselles, amp;c. In s, I began tyle, like any ot, it seems, ty to c a neo sruction, but trode track upid exactness not to deviate an incen centre. I o e of all oto call one evening  me, I found ; but it rolling t doed so lately by e; I never t ting virtue about   of pastille perfume s; a scent of musk and amber, tity. I  beginning to stifle ory floo open tep out on to t ill and serene. t doook out a cigar,—I ake one now, if you will excuse me.”

    ing of a cigar;  to rail of  on—

    “I liked bonbons too in t— (overlook t ce comfits, and smoking alternately, cime t rolled along treets to close carriage draiful pair of Englisinctly seen in t city-nigure’ I urning: of course my  tience against t upon. topped, as I ed, at tel door; my flame (t is ta) aligantly by tle foot, seen peeping from t of ep. Bending over t to murmur ‘Mon ange’—in a tone, of course, er  t  ed e cocel.

    “You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You iments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; t to be given ence lapses in as quiet a flo in ing on ling not far off in t t I tell you—and you may mark my o a craggy pass in tream o , foa