A painting of Thornfield Hall by none other than Blanche Ingram. Did I mention I'm an artist?

We arrived at Thornfield Hall late last night and it was while we were riding up the drive, I looked up at the house and saw a woman looking out at us. She was very plain- looking and was dark-haired with a slender face. I thought that it must have been the new governess Edward mentioned. Having arrived, the ladies rushed to ready themselves for dinner and after we were presentable, descended downstairs to begin dinner. It seemed to go on forever and while I enjoyed every minute in Edward's company, I was exhausted beyond belief. The evening was further prolonged by the request for me to sing of which I gladly obliged. Afterwards, I retired to my bed chambers and fell into a deep sleep, disturbed by nothing. The following day held more adventures. We went for a ride around the grounds and Edward and I rode side by side, like husband and wife...Later the ladies went to the drawing room after dinner where we were introduced to Edward's ward, Adéle. She entered with that same pale looking woman I had seen earlier, looking out the window. The child was very polite and introduced herself to all of us, but at the same time, somewhat dull. I detest children, they seem so obnoxious and bothersome. Eventually the men entered and the conversation continued as it normally did but all the while I noticed the governess staring at Mr. Rochester. I soon learned her name to be Jane Eyre and she had only just come into this position recently. What I found particularly odd was the look she continued to give the man even when he was focused on an entirely different matter. The look was wistful and had a sort of longing to it. Quite pathetic really if I am to be frank. Coming out of my reverie, I insisted on a change of topic to something more appropriate as the current conversation was about governesses. I suggested that Edward should sing and that I would play for him. He agreed of course and when I sat down to play, I thought it would be an appropriate time to make a statement on what type of man I wished to marry. I failed to see the humor in my declaration, for a faint smile crossed Rochester's lips as if he were laughing at me. After he had finished his song, Edward noticed that Miss Eyre had quitted the room and when he thought no one was watching, followed her out. He quickly returned, alone, looking slightly put out. I wonder if there more to him than meets the eye.

Farewell for now,

Blanche Ingram