"Sir, have you finished supper ?" "Yes, Jane." I rang the bell and ordered away the tray.

When we were again alone, I stirred the fire, and then took a low seat at my master's knee.
"It is near midnight," I said.
"Yes: but remember, Jane, you promised to wake with me the night before my wedding." "I did; and I will keep my promise, for an hour or two at least: I have no wish to go to bed." "Are all your arrangements complete ?" "All, sir." "And on my part likewise," he returned, "I have settled everything; and we shall leave Thornfield to-morrow, within half-an-hour after our return from church." "Very well, sir." "With what an extraordinary smile you uttered that word--'very well,' Jane! What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek! and how strangely your eyes glitter! Are you well ?" "I believe I am." "Believe! What is the matter?
Tell me what you feel." "I could not, sir: no words could tell you what I feel.

I wish this present hour would never end: who knows with what fate the next may come charged ?" "This is hypochondria, Jane.

You have been over-excited, or over-fatigued." "Do you, sir, feel calm and happy ?" "Calm ?--no: but happy--to the heart's core." I looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face: it was ardent and flushed.
"Give me your confidence, Jane," he said: "relieve your mind of any weight that oppresses it, by imparting it to me.

What do you fear ?--that I shall not prove a good husband ?" "It is the idea farthest from my thoughts." "Are you apprehensive of the new sphere you are about to enter ?--of the new life into which you are passing ?" "No." "You puzzle me, Jane: your look and tone of sorrowful audacity perplex and pain me.