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EXCERPTS FROM JANE EYRE

Question: How does the following dialogue from paragraph 69 contribute to the irony of the passage: "'Your bride stands between us'"?


Choices: The answer is supposed to be written out.


*This is 55 to 75 from the passage provided below!


START OF PARAGRAPH 55*“Where, Jane? To Ireland?”


“Yes — to Ireland. I have spoken my mind, and can go anywhere now.”


“Jane, be still; don’t struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.”


“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.”


Another effort set me at liberty, and I stood erect before him.


“And your will shall decide your destiny,” he said: “I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions.”


“You play a farce, which I merely laugh at.”


“I ask you to pass through life at my side — to be my second self, and best earthly companion.”


“For that fate you have already made your choice, and must abide by it.”


“Jane, be still a few moments: you are over-excited: I will be still too.”


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; he at last said —


“Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another.”


“I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return.”


“But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry.”


I was silent: I thought he mocked me.


“Come, Jane — come hither.”


“Your bride stands between us.”


He rose, and with a stride reached me.


“My bride is here,” he said, again drawing me to him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”


Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous.


“Do you doubt me, Jane?”


“Entirely.”


“You have no faith in me?”


“Not a whit.”


“Am I a liar in your eyes?” he asked passionately. “Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove: I caused a rumour to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not — I could not — marry Miss Ingram. You — you strange, you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.”*END OF PARAGRAPH 75