Suddenly he turned away, with an inarticulate exclamation, full of passionate emotion of some kind; he walked fast through the room and came back; he stooped towards me as if to kiss me; but I remembered caresses were now forbidden.

I turned my face away and put his aside.
"What!--How is this ?" he exclaimed hastily.

"Oh, I know! you won't kiss the husband of Bertha Mason?
You consider my arms filled and my embraces appropriated ?" "At any rate, there is neither room nor claim for me, sir." "Why, Jane?
I will spare you the trouble of much talking; I will answer for you--Because I have a wife already, you would reply .-- I guess rightly ?" "Yes." "If you think so, you must have a strange opinion of me; you must regard me as a plotting profligate--a base and low rake who has been simulating disinterested love in order to draw you into a snare deliberately laid, and strip you of honour and rob you of self-respect.

What do you say to that?
I see you can say nothing in the first place, you are faint still, and have enough to do to draw your breath; in the second place, you cannot yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile me, and besides, the flood-gates of tears are opened, and they would rush out if you spoke much; and you have no desire to expostulate, to upbraid, to make a scene: you are thinking how _to act_--_talking_ you consider is of no use.

I know you--I am on my guard." "Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence.
"Not in your sense of the word, but in mine you are scheming to destroy me.