Jane: Why do you confide in me like this? What are you and she to me? You think that because I'm poor and plain, I have no feelings? I promise you, if God had gifted me with wealth and beauty, I would make it as hard for you to leave me now as it is for me to leave you. But He did not. But my spirit can address yours, as if both have passed through the grave and stood before heaven equal. Let me go, sir.
Rochester: I love you. I love you!
Jane: No, don't make me foolish.
Rochester: Foolish? I need you. What's Blanch to me? I know what I am to her, money to manure her father's land with. Marry me, Jane,say you marry me.
Jane: You mean it?
Rochester: You torture me with your doubts. Say yes, say yes. God forgive me. And let no men meddle with me. She is mine, mine.