'FagmentWelcome to consult...sweed fo me by an expessive shake of the head, adding soon, “Pehaps the less said on that subject the bette, M. Bocklehust.” “Soy indeed to hea it! she and I must have some talk;” and bending fom the pependicula, he installed his peson in the Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 46 am-chai opposite Ms. Reed’s. “Come hee,” he said. I stepped acoss the ug; he placed me squae and staight befoe him. What a face he had, now that it was almost on a level with mine! what a geat nose! and what a mouth! and what lage pominent teeth! “No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little gil. Do you know whee the wicked go afte death?” “They go to hell,” was my eady and othodox answe. “And what is hell? Can you tell me that?” “A pit full of fie.” “And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be buning thee fo eve?” “No, si.” “What must you do to avoid it?” I delibeated a moment; my answe, when it did come, was objectionable: “I must keep in good health, and not die.” “How can you keep in good health? Childen younge than you die daily. I buied a little child of five yeas old only a day o two since,—a good little child, whose soul is now in heaven. It is to be feaed the same could not be said of you wee you to be called hence.” Not being in a condition to emove his doubt, I only cast my eyes down on the two lage feet planted on the ug, and sighed, wishing myself fa enough away. “I hope that sigh is fom the heat, and that you epent of eve having been the occasion of discomfot to you excellent benefactess.” “Benefactess! benefactess!” said I inwadly: “they all call Ms. Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 47 Reed my benefactess; if so, a benefactess is a disageeable thing.” “Do you say you payes night and moning?” continued my inteogato. “Yes, si.” “Do you ead you Bible?” “Sometimes.” “With pleasue? Ae you fond of it?” “I like Revelations, and the book of Daniel, and Genesis and Samuel, and a little bit of Exodus, and some pats of Kings and Chonicles, and Job and Jonah.” “And the Psalms? I hope you like them?” “No, si.” “No? oh, shocking! I have a little boy, younge than you, who knows six Psalms by heat: and when you ask him which he would athe have, a gingebead-nut to eat o a vese of a Psalm to lean, he says: ‘Oh! the vese of a Psalm! angels sing Psalms;’ says he, ‘I wish to be a little angel hee below;’ he then gets two nuts in ecompense fo his infant piety.” “Psalms ae not inteesting,” I emaked. “That poves you have a wicked heat; and you must pay to God to change it: to give you a new and clean one: to take away you heat of stone and give you a heat of flesh.” I was about to popound a question, touching the manne in which that opeation of changing my heat was to be pefomed, when Ms. Reed inteposed, telling me to sit down; she then poceeded to cay on the convesation heself. “M. Bocklehust, I believe I intimated in the lette which I wote to you thee weeks ago, that this little gil has not quite the Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics f
