Adele was not easy to teach that day; she could not apply: she kept running to the door and looking over the banisters to see if she could get a glimpse of Mr. Rochester; then she coined pretexts to go downstairs, in order, as I shrewdly suspected, to visit the library, where I knew she was not wanted; then, when I got a little angry, and made her sit still, she continued to talk incessantly of her "ami, Monsieur Edouard Fairfax _de_ Rochester," as she dubbed him (I had not before heard his prenomens), and to conjecture what presents he had brought her: for it appears he had intimated the night before, that when his luggage came from Millcote, there would be found amongst it a little box in whose contents she had an interest.
Mikor aztán megharagudtam és ráparancsoltam, hogy maradjon nyugton, akkor szakadatlanul "barátjáról, Monsieur Édouard Fairfax de Rochester"-ről beszélt (a ház urának teljes nevét tőle hallottam először), és azt találgatta, hogy vajon mit hozott neki ajándékba Mr. Rochester. Annyit ugyanis még az este megtudott a kislány, hogy a Millcote-ban hagyott poggyász között van egy doboz, amelynek tartalma őt is érdekli.