Rochester: I envy you.
Jane Eyre: How?
Rochester: Your openness. Your unpolluted mind. When I was your age, fate dealt me a blow. And since happiness is denied me, I have a right to get pleasure in its stead. And I will get it, cost what it may.
Jane Eyre: Then you'll degenerate still more.
Rochester: Well, Miss Eyre, if the pleasure I was seeking was sweet and fresh, if it was an inspiration of, it wore the robes of an angel of light, what then?
Jane Eyre: To speak truth, sir, I don't understand you at all. I fear the conversation has got out of my depth.
Rochester: You're afraid of me.
Jane Eyre: I'm not afraid. I've simply no wish to talk nonsense.