Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting

Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Painting
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile
No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased
gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as
a desert. It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire.
Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set. Not liking to sit in
the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed
as I was. I left the window, and moved with little noise across the
carpet; as I stooped to take off my shoes, a cautious hand tapped
low at the door.
'Am I wanted?' I asked.
'Are you up?' asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my

master's.
'Yes, sir.'
'And dressed?'
'Yes.'
'Come out, then, quietly.'
I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light.
'I want you,' he said: 'come this way: take your time, and make
no noise.'
My slippers were thin: I could walk the matted floor as softly as a
cat. He glided up the gallery and up the stairs, and stopped in the
dark, low corridor of the fateful third storey: I had followed and