Mr. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our union: perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near- that knit us so very close: for I was then his vision，as I am still his right hand. Literally，I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye. He saw nature- he saw books through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf，and of putting into words the effect of field，tree，town，river，cloud，sunbeam- of the landscape before us; of the weather round us- and impressing by sound on his ear what light could no longer stamp on his eye. Never did I weary of reading to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go: of doing for him what he wished to be done. And there was a pleasure in my services，most full，most exquisite，even though sad- because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation.

He loved me so truly，that he knew no reluctance in profiting by my attendance: he felt I loved him so fondly，that to yield that attendance was to indulge my sweetest wishes.