“What book now, Miss Devon?”
“‘Jane Eyre,’ sir.”
Mr. Fletcher sat down just where her hat-brim was no screen, pulled off his gloves, and leisurely composed himself for a comfortable lounge.
“What is your opinion of Rochester?” he asked, presently.
“Not a very high one.”
“Then you think Jane was a fool to love and try to make a saint of him, I suppose?”
“I like Jane, but can never forgive her marrying that man, as I haven’t much faith in the saints such sinners make.”
- Louisa May Alcott, Work: A Story of Experience
“If he has wasted his life he must take the consequences, and be content with pity and indifference, instead of respect and love. Many good women do ‘lend a hand,’ as you say, and it is quite Christian and amiable, I’ve no doubt; but I cannot think it a fair bargain.”