Adele.

Your name's Adele, isn't it?

Beautiful, Adele.

Poor little Adele.

Teaching Adele, as usual.

Oh, you mean Miss Adele.

Oh, gracious, no. Adele is French.

Very much, Adele.

It's time for Adele's lesson.

Adele.

Teaching Adele, as usual.

Adele is waiting for her supper.

Adele, why aren't you in the nursery?

Oh, please send Adele by herself.

Do you know what I was thinking, Adele?

Adele, as you say, must go to school.

In which case, Adele ought to go to school.

As usual as a new heaven and a new Earth... and you go on teaching Adele as usual.

Thornfield belongs to Mr. Edward Rochester, and little Adele is his ward.

It's not for Adele that you're going. It's because you're afraid of me.

Adele has had so little love. I shall try to make up for it.

Oh, Miss Eyre, Mr. Rochester wishes you... to bring Adele to the drawing room after dinner.

I ran into the nursery and wrapped Adele in a shawl and carried her down.

...Winter turned to spring and no news came, but I found a measure of escape in the happiness of Adele.