"Now," said he, "go to the other side of the bed while I order his toilet; but don't leave the room: you may be wanted again."

     I retired as directed.

     "Was anybody stirring below when you went down, Jane?" inquired Mr. Rochester presently.

     "No, sir; all was very still."

     "We shall get you off cannily, Dick: and it will be better, both for your sake, and for that of the poor creature in yonder. I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last. Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat. Where did you leave your furred cloak? You can't travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate. In your room?--Jane, run down to Mr. Mason's room,--the one next mine,--and fetch a cloak you will see there."

     Again I ran, and again returned, bearing an immense mantle lined and edged with fur.