Why did you shake your head?
Jane, you must be reasonable, or in truth I shall again become frantic." His voice and hand quivered: his large nostrils dilated; his eye blazed: still I dared to speak.
"Sir, your wife is living: that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself.

If I lived with you as you desire, I should then be your mistress: to say otherwise is sophistical--is false." "Jane, I am not a gentle-tempered man--you forget that: I am not long- enduring; I am not cool and dispassionate.

Out of pity to me and yourself, put your finger on my pulse, feel how it throbs, and--beware!" He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips, they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands.
To agitate him thus deeply, by a resistance he so abhorred, was cruel: to yield was out of the question.

I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity--looked for aid to one higher than man: the words "God help me!" burst involuntarily from my lips.
"I am a fool!" cried Mr.Rochester suddenly.

"I keep telling her I am not married, and do not explain to her why.