“No, sir; that I am certain I could not; and therefore I see there is but one way: but you will be furious if I mention it.”

“Oh, mention it! If I storm, you have the art of weeping.”

“ Mr. Rochester, I must leave you.”

“For how long, Jane? For a few minutes, while you smooth your hair⁠—which is somewhat dishevelled; and bathe your face⁠—which looks feverish?”

“I must leave Adèle and Thornfield. I must part with you for my whole life: I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes.”