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!"
Eppure, mi diceva una voce segreta, neppur tu sei bella e piaci forse al signor Rochester; almeno l'hai creduto spesso, anche la notte passata.