“The curiosity of your admirers quite flatters me, my darling, but though you have repeatedly declared me the most important character in that tale, I must ask myself why you unceremoniously threw me off my horse!”
“That is what happened, is it not?” she asks me coquettishly, flashing her smile of witchery that so enchants me. Under the spell of that glance I am hopelessly in her power, and completely lose the will to argue the point.
But I did succumb to my dear Jane’s persuasions, for I am sure you know she is a very persistent creature and quite impossible to resist. With her able assistance and encouragement I have at last penned my own tale, humbly titled Edward Rochester, The Master of Thornfield Hall.
Any errors or misstatements contained herein must not be attributed to my wife, but only to me and my vanity.
Edward Fairfax Rochester