"If I could do that，simpleton，where would the danger be?

Annihilated in a moment. Ever since I have known Mason，I have only had to say to him "Do that," and the thing has been done. But I cannot give him orders in this case: I cannot say "Beware of harming me，Richard"; for it is imperative that I should keep him ignorant that harm to me is possible. Now you look puzzled; and I will puzzle you further. You are my little friend，are you not?"

"I like to serve you，sir，and to obey you in all that is right."

"precisely: I see you do. I see genuine contentment in your gait and mien，your eye and face，when you are helping me and pleasing me- working for me，and with me，in，as you characteristically say，"all that is right": for if I bid you do what you thought wrong，there would be no light-footed running，no neat-handed alacrity，no lively glance and animated plexion. My friend would then turn to me，quiet and pale，and would say，"No，sir; that is impossible: I cannot do it，because it is wrong"; and would bee immutable as a fixed star.

Well，you too have power over me，and may injure me: yet I dare not show you where I am vulnerable，lest，faithful and friendly as you are，you should transfix me at once."

"If you have no more to fear from Mr. Mason than you have from me，sir，you are very safe."

"God grant it may be so! Here，Jane，is an arbour; sit down."

The arbour was an arch in the wall，lined with ivy; it contained a rustic seat. Mr. Rochester took it，leaving room，however，for me: but I stood before him.

"Sit," he said; "the bench is long enough for two. You don"t hesitate to take a place at my side，do you? Is that wrong，Jane?"