"In what order you keep these rooms, Mrs. Fairfax!" said I. "No dust, no canvas coverings: except that the air feels chilly, one would think they were inhabited daily."

     "Why, Miss Eyre, though Mr. Rochester's visits here are rare, they are always sudden and unexpected; and as I observed that it put him out to find everything swathed up, and to have a bustle of arrangement on his arrival, I thought it best to keep the rooms in readiness."

     "Is Mr. Rochester an exacting, fastidious sort of man?"

     "Not particularly so; but he has a gentleman's tastes and habits, and he expects to have things managed in conformity to them."

     "Do you like him? Is he generally liked?"

     "Oh, yes; the family have always been respected here. Almost all the land in this neighbourhood, as far as you can see, has belonged to the Rochesters time out of mind."

     "Well, but, leaving his land out of the question, do you like him? Is he liked for himself?"