Before I swa Mr. Rochester the next morning I felt a little nervous. Was I really going to marry him, or was it all a dream? But I knew the answer when he came to meet me and kissed me.
"Jane, you look well and smiling and pretty," he said. "You will be Jane Rochester in four weeks' time, not one day more! I don't want to wait any longer. I'll send for my family's jewels, which are kept in a London bank. Theses jewels are for the woman who will be my wife, whether she is a great lady or a poor teacher."
"For me, sir?" I cried. "[-----1-----]! I'm sure I wouldn't look very good wearing them!"
Mr. Rochester laughted. "I insist, Jane! Today I'm baking you to town to buy some beautiful clothes. In one month, we will have a small wedding at the church near Thornfield, and after a few days in London, we'll travel through all the countries of Europe."
"Well, sir, you seem very happy to please me, but I wonder if you will do something else for me."
"Ask me anything, Jane, anything!"
"Well, sir, I ask you not to give me jewels and fine clothes."
"If that's really what you want, then I agree. But can't you think of anything I can give you?"
"Well, I'd like you to answer a question for me." I said softly.
He looked worried, and truned away from me for a moment. [-----2-----],
"You may ask me something I cannot answer, Jane. What is it?"
"How stern you look! [-----1-----]! This is what I want to know. Why did you make me think you wanted to marry Miss Ingram?"
Immediately he stopped looking worried, and smiled at me, and smiled down at me |