Yet," suggested the secret voice which talks to us in our own hearts, "you are not beautiful either, and perhaps Mr. Rochester approves you: at any rate, you have often felt as if he did; and last night--remember his words; remember his look; remember his voice!"
Et pourtant, ajoutait en moi une voix secrète, toi non plus tu n'es pas belle, et pourtant tu plais peut-être à M. Rochester; du moins tu l'as souvent cru; la dernière nuit encore, rappelle-toi ses paroles, ses regards, sa voix.»