"You blushed, and now you are white, Jane: what is that for?"
"Because you gave me a new name -- Jane Rochester; and it seems so strange."
"Yes, Mrs. Rochester," said he; "young Mrs. Rochester -- Fairfax Rochester's girl-bride."
"It can never be, sir; it does not sound likely.
Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world.
I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species:
to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a day-dream."
"Which I can and will realise. I shall begin to-day.
This morning I wrote to my banker in London to send me certain jewels he has in his keeping, heirlooms for the ladies of Thornfield.
In a day or two I hope to pour them into your lap:
for every privilege, every attention shall be yours that I would accord a peer's daughter, if about to marry her."
"Oh, sir! -- never rain jewels! I don't like to hear them spoken of.
Jewels for Jane Eyre sounds unnatural and strange: I would rather not have them."
"I will myself put the diamond chain round your neck, and the circlet on your forehead, which it will become:
for nature, at least, has stamped her patent of nobility on this brow, Jane;
and I will clasp the bracelets on these fine wrists, and load these fairy-like fingers with rings."