"Jane Eyre"
by Charlotte Bronte

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     "She had a fall," said Bessie, again putting in her word.

     "Fall! why, that is like a baby again! Can't she manage to walk at her age? She must be eight or nine years old."

     "I was knocked down," was the blunt explanation, jerked out of me by another pang of mortified pride; "but that did not make me ill," I added; while Mr. Lloyd helped himself to a pinch of snuff.

 

     As he was returning the box to his waistcoat pocket, a loud bell rang for the servants' dinner; he knew what it was. "That's for you, nurse," said he; "you can go down; I'll give Miss Jane a lecture till you come back."

     Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because punctuality at meals was rigidly enforced at Gateshead Hall.

     "The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?" pursued Mr. Lloyd when Bessie was gone.

     "I was shut up in a room where there is a ghost till after dark."

 
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