All at once I remembered that it might be Pilot, who, when the kitchen- door chanced to be left open, not unfrequently found his way up to the threshold of Mr. Rochester's chamber: I had seen him lying there myself in the mornings.
Pensai che fosse stato Pilato, il quale, quando la cucina era aperta, saliva per accucciarsi sulla porta del signor Rochester. Io stessa ve l'aveva veduto spesso la mattina.