PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
Mr. Rochester's Story
"Don't cry, Jane. I can't stand it. Please be calm," he cried.
"How can I be calm, when you're so angry?"
"I'm not angry, but I love you so much, and your pale little face looked so stern and decided." He tried to put his arm around me,but I would not let him.
"Jane!" he said sadly, "you don't love me, then?"
"Edward, I do love you," I answered, "more than ever. But this is the last time I can say it. I know now what I have to do, but you'll be so angry if I tell you."
"Oh, tell me! If I'm angry, you can always start to cry," he said, smiling a little.
"Mr. Rochester, I must leave you. I must live a new life,with strangers."
"Of course, I told you we would leave here. I'll ignore that silly talk about you leaving me. You'll be Mrs. Rochester, and I'll be your husband until I die. We'll live together happily in the south of France. Now, Jane, don't shake your head, or I'll get angry."
"Sir, your wife is alive," I said firmly. "If I lived with you,I'd be your mistress, and I can't do that!"
"Edward, you're a fool!" he said suddenly to himself. "Jane, I haven't told you the whole story. You must know everything. Listen to me, Jane. Do you know what happened to my family's money, after my father died?"
"Mrs. Fairfax told me a little about it, sir."