As to the new existence, it is all right: you shall yet be my wife: I am not married.
You shall be Mrs.Rochester--both virtually and nominally.

I shall keep only to you so long as you and I live.

You shall go to a place I have in the south of France: a whitewashed villa on the shores of the Mediterranean.

There you shall live a happy, and guarded, and most innocent life.

Never fear that I wish to lure you into error--to make you my mistress.