He might almost be your father." "No, indeed, Mrs.Fairfax!" exclaimed I, nettled; "he is nothing like my father! No one, who saw us together, would suppose it for an instant.
Mr.Rochester looks as young, and is as young, as some men at five-and- twenty." "Is it really for love he is going to marry you ?" she asked.
I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism, that the tears rose to my eyes.
"I am sorry to grieve you," pursued the widow; "but you are so young, and so little acquainted with men, I wished to put you on your guard.

It is an old saying that 'all is not gold that glitters;' and in this case I do fear there will be something found to be different to what either you or I expect." "Why ?--am I a monster ?" I said: "is it impossible that Mr.Rochester should have a sincere affection for me ?" "No: you are very well; and much improved of late; and Mr.Rochester, I daresay, is fond of you.

I have always noticed that you were a sort of pet of his.

There are times when, for your sake, I have been a little uneasy at his marked preference, and have wished to put you on your guard: but I did not like to suggest even the possibility of wrong.

I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps offend you; and you were so discreet, and so thoroughly modest and sensible, I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself.