propitious for making a request in my favour, cried out:—
"N'est-ce pas, Monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre, dans votre petit coffre?"
"Who talks of cadeaux?" said he gruffly: "did you expect a present, Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents?" and he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate and piercing.
"I hardly know, sir; I have little experience of them: they are generally thought pleasant things."
"Generally thought! But what do you think?"
"I should be obliged to take time, sir, before I could give you an answer worthy of your acceptance: a present has many faces to it, has it not? and one should consider all, before pronouncing an opinion as to its nature."
"Miss Eyre, you are not so unsophisticated as Adèle: she demands a 'cadeau,' clamorously the moment she sees me; you beat about the bush."
"Because I have less confidence in my
