Chapter 13

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌⁠Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon’s orders, went to bed early that night; nor did he rise soon next morning. When he did come down, it was to attend to business: his agent and some of his tenants were arrived, and waiting to speak with him.

Adèle and I had now to vacate the library: it would be in daily requisition as a reception-room for callers. A fire was lit in an apartment upstairs, and