painting in oil

'You ought to have replied no such thing. Beauty of little
consequence, indeed! And so, under pretence of softening the
previous outrage, of stroking and soothing me into placidity, you
stick a sly penknife under my ear! Go on: what fault do you find
with me, pray? I suppose I have all my limbs and all my features
like any other man?'
'Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended no
pointed repartee: it was only a blunder.'

me: does my forehead not please you?'
He lifted up the sable waves of hair which lay horizontally over
his brow, and showed a solid enough mass of intellectual organs, but
an abrupt deficiency where the suave sign of benevolence should have
risen.
'Now, ma'am, am I a fool?'
'Far from it, sir. You would, perhaps, think me rude if I
inquired in return whether you are a philanthropist?'