PARTTHREE-AYOUNGWOMANATTHORNFIELDCHAPTEREIGHTLifewithMr.Rochester "MissEyre,"saidMr.Rochester, "howoldwereyouwhenyoufirstcametoLowood?""Iwasalmosttenyearsold,sir.""Andyoulivedthereeightyears,soyouarenoweighteen.WhenIfirstsawyourface,Ididnotknowhowoldyouwere.Whatdidyoulearnattheschool?Canyouplaythepiano?""Alittle.""Playusasongonthepiano,then.Itisinthelibrary."Ididasheasked.ButafterIhadplayedforafewminutes,hesaid, "That'senough,MissEyre.Youdonotplayverywell,butyouarebetterthansomeothers!Now,bringmeyourdrawings."Igotthemfrommyroom.Helookedatthemforawhileandthenpointedtothree."Thesethreedrawingsareinteresting,"hesaid. "Wheredoyourideascomefrom?Whotaughtyouhowtodrawwind,andspace,andfeelings?Butnowitislate,MissEyre,soputthemaway.Adeleshouldgotobednow.Goodnighttoyouall!"ItseemedthatMr.Rochestersuddenlywantedtobealone.