"Do the servants sleep in these rooms?" I asked.

     "No; they occupy a range of smaller apartments to the back; no one ever sleeps here: one would almost say that, if there were a ghost at Thornfield Hall, this would be its haunt."

     "So I think: you have no ghost, then?"

     "None that I ever heard of," returned Mrs. Fairfax, smiling.

     "Nor any traditions of one? no legends or ghost stories?"

     "I believe not. And yet it is said the Rochesters have been rather a violent than a quiet race in their time: perhaps, though, that is the reason they rest tranquilly in their graves now."

     "Yes--'after life's fitful fever they sleep well,'" I muttered. "Where are you going now, Mrs. Fairfax?" for she was moving away.