第90部分(第7/8 頁)

“Yes；　sir。”

“Truly；　Jane？”

“Most　truly；　sir。”

“Oh！　my　darling！　God　bless　you　and　reward　you！”

“Mr。　Rochester；　if　ever　I　did　a　good　deed　in　my　life—if　ever　I　thought　a　good　thought—if　ever　I　prayed　a　sincere　and　blameless　prayer—if　ever　I　wished　a　righteous　wish；—I　am　rewarded　now。　To　be　your　wife　is；　for　me；　to　be　as　happy　as　I　can　be　on　earth。”

“Because　you　delight　in　sacrifice。”

“Sacrifice！　What　do　I　sacrifice？　Famine　for　food；　expectation　for　content。　To　be　privileged　to　put　my　arms　round　what　I　value—to　press　my　lips　to　what　I　love—to　repose　on　what　I　trust：　is　that　to　make　a　sacrifice？　If　so；　then　certainly　I　delight　in　sacrifice。”

“And　to　bear　with　my　infirmities；　Jane：　to　overlook　my　deficiencies。”

“Which　are　none；　sir；　to　me。　I　love　you　better　now；　when　I　can　really　be　useful　to　you；　than　I　did　in　your　state　of　proud　independence；　when　you　disdained　every　part　but　that　of　the　giver　and　protector。”

“Hitherto　I　have　hated　to　be　helped—to　be　led：　henceforth；　I　feel　I　shall　hate　it　no　more。　I　did　not　like　to　put　my　hand　into　a　hireling’s；　but　it　is　pleasant　to　feel　it　circled　by　Jane’s　little　fingers。　I　preferred　utter　loneliness　to　the　constant　attendance　of　servants；　but　Jane’s　soft　ministry　will　be　a　perpetual　joy。　Jane　suits　me：　do　I　suit　her？”

“To　the　finest　fibre　of　my　nature；　sir。”

“The　case　being　so；　we　have　nothing　in　the　world　to　wait　for：　we　must　be　married　instantly。”

He　look