I have told you, reader, that I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me--because I might pass hours in his presence, and he would never once turn his eyes in my direction--because I saw all his attentions appropriated by a great lady, who scorned to touch me with the hem of her robes as she passed; who, if ever her dark and imperious eye fell on me by chance, would withdraw it instantly as from an object too mean to merit observation.
Je ne pouvais pas faire taire ce sentiment, uniquement parce que M. Rochester ne prenait plus garde à moi, parce qu'il pouvait passer des heures près de moi sans tourner une seule fois les yeux de mon côté, parce que je voyais toute son attention reportée sur une grande dame qui aurait craint de laisser le bas de sa robe m'effleurer en passant, qui, lorsque son oeil noir et impérieux s'arrêtait par hasard de mon côté, détournait bien vite son regard d'un objet si indigne de sa contemplation.