I answered him by assuming it: to refuse would, I felt, have been
unwise.
"Now, my little friend, while the sun drinks the dew -- while all
the flowers in this old garden awake and expand, and the birds
fetch their young ones' breakfast out of the Thornfield, and the
early bees do their first spell of work -- I'll put a case to you,
which you must endeavour to suppose your own: but first, look
at me, and tell me you are at ease, and not fearing that I err in
detaining you, or that you err in staying."
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