How It Was
I got down on one knee, knees shaking, voice trembling and said: “Will you marry me, please?”. She started loughig, then crying. Then she replied: “Of course, I will, you silly!”
Reaction? Of course, I told him yes. Tell him yes. Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.
How we decided that we should
be together forever!
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away–away–to an indefinite distance–it died. The nightingale’s song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept. Mr. Rochester sat quiet, looking at me gently and seriously. Some time passed before he spoke.