"Let Miss Eyre be seated," said he: and there was something in the forced stiff bow, in the impatient yet formal tone, which seemed further to express, "What the deuce is it to me whether Miss Eyre be there or not?
— Che la signorina Eyre si sieda. Il saluto freddo, il tono impaziente, benché cerimonioso, pareva che dicesse: "Che cosa mi importa di questa signorina Eyre?