"And his sisters also?"

"No."

"Only you?"

"Only me."

"Did you ask to learn?"

"No."

"He wished to teach you?"

"Yes."

A second pause.

"Why did he wish it? Of what use could Hindostanee be to you?"

"He intended me to go with him to India."

"Ah! here I reach the root of the matter. He wanted you to marry him?"

"He asked me to marry him."

"That is a fiction- an impudent invention to vex me."

"I beg your pardon，it is the literal truth: he asked me more than once，and was as stiff about urging his point as ever you could be."

"Miss Eyre，I repeat it，you can leave me. How often am I to say the same thing? Why do you remain pertinaciously perched on my knee，when I have given you notice to quit?"

"Because I am fortable there."

"No，Jane，you are not fortable there，because your heart is not with me: it is with this cousin- this St. John. Oh，till this moment，I thought my little Jane was all mine! I had a belief she loved me even when she left me: that was an atom of sweet in much bitter. Long as we have been parted，hot tears as I have wept over our separation，I never thought that while I was mourning her，she was loving another! But it is useless grieving. Jane，leave me: go and marry Rivers."

"Shake me off，then，sir,- push me away，for I"ll not leave you of my own accord."

"Jane，I ever like your tone of voice: it still renews hope，it sounds so truthful. When I hear it，it carries me back a year. I forget that you have formed a new tie. But I am not a fool-"

"Where must I go，sir?"