Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

A fortnight passed; I was getting once more inured to the harness of
school, and lapsing from the passionate pain of change to the palsy of
custom. One afternoon, in crossing the carre, on my way to the first
classe, where I was expected to assist at a lesson of "style and
literature," I saw, standing by one of the long and large windows,
Rosine, the portress. Her attitude, as usual, was quite nonchalante.
She always "stood at ease;" one of her hands rested in her apron-
pocket, the other at this moment held to her eyes a letter, whereof
Mademoiselle coolly perused the address, and deliberately studied the
seal.