"This very day I shall take you in the carriage to Millcote，and you must choose some dresses for yourself. I told you we shall be married in four weeks. The wedding is to take place quietly，in the church down below yonder; and then I shall waft you away at once to town. After a brief stay there，I shall bear my treasure to regions nearer the sun: to French vineyards and Italian plains; and she shall see whatever is famous in old story and in modern record: she shall taste，too，of the life of cities; and she shall learn to value herself by just parison with others."

"Shall I travel?- and with you，sir?"

"You shall sojourn at paris，Rome，and Naples: at Florence，Venice，and Vienna: all the ground I have wandered over shall be re-trodden by you: wherever I stamped my hoof，your sylph"s foot shall step also.

Ten years since，I flew through Europe half mad; with disgust，hate，and rage as my panions: now I shall revisit it healed and cleaned，with a very angel as my forter."

I laughed at him as he said this. "I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester，you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me- for you will not get it，any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate."

"What do you anticipate of me?"

"For a little while you will perhaps be as you are now,- a very little while; and then you will turn cool; and then you will be capricious; and then you will be stern，and I shall have much ado to please you: but when you get well used to me，you will perhaps like me again,- like me，I say，not love me. I suppose your love will effervesce in six months，or less. I have observed in books written by men，that period assigned as the farthest to which a husband"s ardour extends. Yet，after all，as a friend and panion，I hope never to bee quite distasteful to my dear master."

"Distasteful! and like you again! I think I shall like you again，and yet again: and I will make you confess I do not only like，but love you- with truth，fervour，constancy."