She came and shook hand with me when she heard that I was her governess; and as I led her in to breakfast, I addressed some phrases to her in her own tongue: she replied briefly at first, but after we were seated at the table, and she had examined me some ten minutes with her large hazel eyes, she suddenly commenced chattering fluently.
"Ah!" cried she, in French, "you speak my language as well as Mr.
Rochester does: I can talk to you as I can to him, and so can Sophie.

She will be glad: nobody here understands her: Madame Fairfax is all English.
Sophie is my nurse; she came with me over the sea in a great ship with a chimney that smoked--how it did smoke!--and I was sick, and so was Sophie, and so was Mr.Rochester.

Mr.Rochester lay down on a sofa in a pretty room called the salon, and Sophie and I had little beds in another place.

I nearly fell out of mine; it was like a shelf.

And Mademoiselle--what is your name ?" "Eyre--Jane Eyre." "Aire?
Bah! I cannot say it.