mona lisa painting

'Oh, that is the light in which you view it! Well, I must go in
now; and you too: it darkens.'
But I stayed out a few minutes longer with Adele and Pilot- ran a
race with her, and played a game of battledore and shuttlecock. When
we went in, and I had removed her bonnet and coat, I took her on my
knee; kept her there an hour, allowing her to prattle as she liked:
not rebuking even some little freedoms and trivialities into which she
was apt to stray when much noticed, and which betrayed in her a
superficiality of character, inherited probably from her mother,
hardly congenial to an English mind. Still she had her merits; and I
was disposed to appreciate all that was good in her to the utmost. I
sought in her countenance and features a likeness to Mr. Rochester,
but found none: no trait, no turn of expression announced
relationship. It was a pity: if she could but have been proved to
resemble him, he would have thought more of her.