Chapter 15

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌⁠Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it. It was one afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Adèle in the grounds: and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock, he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.

He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera-dancer, Céline Varens, towards whom he had once cherished what he called a “grande passion