After saving Mr. Rochester from the fire—which, unknown to you, was started by his wife—and he saw off Richard Mason, you found yourself staring and listening to him as he sat on the stairs.

“Tell me, am I justified in overleaping an obstacle of custom to attain her?” He turned to you for an answer, a mere governess.

“There is an obstacle?” was your reply, as you had thought he wanted to marry Miss Ingram. He replied, not taking his eyes off of you. “A mere conventional impediment.”

“But what can it be?” you replied. “If you cherish an affection, sir, then fortune alone cannot impede you. And if the lady is of noble stock and has indicated that she may reciprocate.”

He seemed confused by your reply. “{{user}}, of whom do you think I speak?” He thought you knew he was talking about his young governess, you.