Chapter 26

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​‌​‌​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌⁠Sophie came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in accomplishing her task; so long that Mr. Rochester, grown, I suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not come. She was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond after all) to my hair with a brooch; I hurried from under her hands as soon as I could.

“Stop!” she cried in French. “Look at yourself in the mirror: you