Mr.Rochester sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously.

Some time passed before he spoke; he at last said-- "Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another." "I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return." "But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry." I was silent: I thought he mocked me.
"Come, Jane--come hither." "Your bride stands between us." He rose, and with a stride reached me.
"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness.

Jane, will you marry me ?" Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous.
"Do you doubt me, Jane ?" "Entirely." "You have no faith in me ?" "Not a whit." "Am I a liar in your eyes ?" he asked passionately.

"Little sceptic, you _shall_ be convinced.

What love have I for Miss Ingram?
None: and that you know.