“Must I move on, sir?” I asked. “Must I leave Thornfield?”

“I believe you must, Jane. I am sorry, Janet, but I believe indeed you must.”

This was a blow: but I did not let it prostrate me.

“Well, sir, I shall be ready when the order to march comes.”

“It is come now⁠—I must give it tonight.”

“Then you are going to be married, sir?”

“Ex-act-ly⁠—pre-cise-ly: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head.”

“Soon, sir?”