"Yes, there is your 'boite' at last: take it into a corner, you genuine daughter of Paris, and amuse yourself with disembowelling it," said the deep and rather sarcastic voice of Mr. Rochester, proceeding from the depths of an immense easy-chair at the fireside.
— Sì, eccola alla fine. Portatela in un cantuccio, vera figlia di Parigi, e divertitevi ad aprirla, — disse il signor Rochester con voce ironica e profonda.