'Well,I'd like you to give me the answer to a question.'
He looked worried,and turned away from me.
'Curiosity is dangerous,'he said.'I may not be able to agree to this particular request.Well,what is it?'
'How stern you look!I suppose that's how you will look when we are married!This is what I want to know.Why did you take such trouble to make me believe you wished to marry Miss Ingram?'
He stopped frowning at once and smiled down at me.
'Is that all?What a relief!All right,I shall have to confess,although you may be angry with me,Jane—as angry as you were last night,when you told me we were equal.Well,I pretended to love Miss Ingram to make you madly jealous.I wanted you to be as much in love with me as I was with you.'
'And I suppose you didn't care at all about poor Miss Ingram's feelings?'
'She only has one feeling—pride.Were you jealous,Jane?'
'Never mind,Mr Rochester.One more request—please explain everything to Mrs Fairfax.She looked so shocked last night!'