第26部分(第8/8 頁)

　the　lustre；　which　had　been　lit　for　dinner；　filled　the　room　with　a　festal　breadth　of　light；　the　large　fire　was　all　red　and　clear；　the　purple　curtains　hung　rich　and　ample　before　the　lofty　window　and　loftier　arch；　everything　was　still；　save　the　subdued　chat　of　Adèle　（she　dared　not　speak　loud）；　and；　filling　up　each　pause；　the　beating　of　winter　rain　against　the　panes。

Mr。　Rochester；　as　he　sat　in　his　damask…covered　chair；　looked　different　to　what　I　had　seen　him　look　before；　not　quite　so　stern—　much　less　gloomy。　There　was　a　smile　on　his　lips；　and　his　eyes　sparkled；　whether　with　wine　or　not；　I　am　not　sure；　but　I　think　it　very　probable。　He　was；　in　short；　in　his　after…dinner　mood；　more　expanded　and　genial；　and　also　more　self…indulgent　than　the　frigid　and　rigid　temper　of　the　morning；　still　he　looked　preciously　grim；　cushioning　his　massive　head　against　the　swelling　back　of　his　chair；　and　receiving　the　light　of　the　fire　on　his　granite…hewn　features；　and　in　his　great；　dark　eyes；　for　he　had　great；　dark　eyes；　and