Chapter 16
"...perhaps Mr. Rochester approves you: at any rate, you have often felt as if he did; and last night—remember his words; remember his look; remember his voice!” / I well remembered all; language, glance, and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed. I was now in the schoolroom; Adèle was drawing; I bent over her and directed her pencil. She looked up with a sort of start. / “Qu’ avez-vous, mademoiselle?” said she. “Vos doigts tremblent comme la feuille, et vos joues sont rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!” / “I am hot, Adèle, with stooping!” She went on sketching; I went on thinking.
“Listen, then, Jane Eyre, to your sentence...place the glass before you, and draw in chalk your own picture...write under it, ‘Portrait of a Governess, disconnected, poor, and plain.’ / “Afterwards, ... delineate...the loveliest face you can imagine...according to the description given by Mrs. Fairfax of Blanche Ingram; remember the raven ringlets, the oriental eye... call it ‘Blanche, an accomplished lady of rank.’ / “Whenever, in future, you should chance to fancy Mr. Rochester thinks well of you, take out these two pictures and compare them: say, ‘Mr. Rochester might probably win that noble lady’s love, if he chose to strive for it; is it likely he would waste a serious thought on this indigent and insignificant plebeian?’” ... / ... An hour or two sufficed to sketch my own portrait ... and in less than a fortnight I had completed an ivory miniature of an imaginary Blanche Ingram. It looked a lovely face enough, and when compared with the real head in chalk, the contrast was as great as self-control could desire.