I smiled as I unfolded it，and devised how I would tease you about your aristocratic tastes，and your efforts to masque your plebeian bride in the attributes of a peeress. I thought how I would carry down to you the square of unembroidered blond I had myself prepared as a covering for my low-born head，and ask if that was not good enough for a woman who could bring her husband neither fortune，beauty，nor connections. I saw plainly how you would look; and heard your impetuous republican answers，and your haughty disavowal of any necessity on your part to augment your wealth，or elevate your standing，by marrying either a purse or a coronet."

"How well you read me，you witch!" interposed Mr. Rochester: "but what did you find in the veil besides its embroidery? Did you find poison，or a dagger，that you look so mournful now?"