I hastened to Mrs. Fairfax’s room; there was a fire there too, but no candle, and no Mrs. Fairfax.
Instead, all alone, sitting upright on the rug, and gazing with gravity at the blaze, I beheld a great black and white long-haired dog, just like the Gytrash of the lane.
It was so like it that I went forward and said—“Pilot” and the thing got up and came to me and snuffed me.
I caressed him, and he wagged his great tail; but he looked an eerie creature to be alone with, and I could not tell whence he had come.
I rang the bell, for I wanted a candle; and I wanted, too, to get an account of this visitant.
Leah entered.
“What dog is this?”
“He came with master.”
“With whom?”
“With master— Mr. Rochester—he is just arrived.”
“Indeed! and is Mrs. Fairfax with him?”
“Yes, and Miss Adèle; they are in the dining-room, and John is gone for a surgeon; for master has had an accident; his horse fell and his ankle is sprained.”
“Did the horse fall in Hay Lane?”
“Yes, coming downhill; it slipped on some ice.”
“Ah! Bring me a candle will you Leah?”