noon
But you are tired and hungry . Will you please walk on a few steps till you come to a stone seat ? My name is Rochester -- Jane Rochester '' -- she glanced up between the hollies with a sigh that was all but laughter -- `` Jane Eyre , you know . '' I went on as she had bidden , and seated myself before an old , white , many-windowed house , squatting , like an owl at noon , beneath its green covert . In a few minutes the great dog with dripping jowl passed almost like reality , and after him his mistress , and on her arm her master , Mr. Rochester . There seemed a night of darkness in that scarred face , and stars unearthly bright . He peered dimly at me , leaning heavily on Jane 's arm , his left hand plunged into the bosom of his coat .