monet painting

'Doesn't she know?' I heard the woman whisper.
Leah shook her head, and the conversation was of course dropped.
All I had gathered from it amounted to this,- that there was a mystery
at Thornfield; and that from participation in that mystery I was
purposely excluded.
Thursday came: all work had been completed the previous evening;
carpets were laid down, bed-hangings festooned, radiant white
counterpanes spread, toilet tables arranged, furniture rubbed, flowers
piled in vases: both chambers and saloons looked as fresh and bright
as hands could make them. The hall, too, was scoured; and the great
carved clock, as well as the steps and banisters of the staircase,
were polished to the brightness of glass; in the dining-room, the
sideboard flashed resplendent with plate; in the drawing-room and
boudoir, vases of exotics bloomed on all sides.
Afternoon arrived: Mrs. Fairfax assumed her best black satin
gown, her gloves, and her gold watch; for it was her part to receive
the company,- to conduct the ladies to their rooms, etc. Adele, too,
would be dressed: though I thought she had little chance of being
introduced to the party that day at least. However, to please her, I
allowed Sophie to apparel her in one of her short, full muslin frocks.