you; leave the door open; sit down to the iano, and play a tune."
I departed, obeying his directions.
"Enough!" he called out in a few minutes. "You play a little, I see; like any other English school-girl: perhaps rather better than some, but not well."
I closed the piano, and returned. Mr. Rochester continued.
"Adèle showed me some sketches this morning, which she said were yours. I don't know whether they were entirely of your doing: probably a master aided you?"
"No, indeed!" I interjected.
"Ah! that pricks pride. Well, fetch me your portfolio, if you can vouch for its contents being original; but don't pass your word unless you are certain: I can recognise patch-work."
"Then I will say nothing, and you shall judge for yourself, sir."
I brought the portfolio from the library.
"Approach the table," said he; and wheeled it to his couch. Adèle and Mrs. Fairfax drew near to see the pictures.
