"Oh, Adele will go to boarding school. I've already decided that. And you and I will both leave this house, [-----2-----]! We can never be happy here, under the same roof as Bertha Mason. Oh, how I hate her!"
"Sir," I cried. "Don't hate her! You can't! It's not her fault she is mad!"
"Jane, my darling, it's not because she's mad that I hate her! If you were mad, I wouldn't hate you. I'd take care of you lovingly. But why talk of this? We are ready to travel. Tomorrow we'll be leave. I know a place where nobody will find us or talk about us--"
"And take Adele with you, sir. She will be your companyion." I interrupted. I was shaking all over, but I knew I had to tell him soon.
"Adele? What are you saying, Jane? Adele is going to school. I don't want her. I want you with me. Do you understand?"
I did, but I slowly shook my head. [-----3-----]. He looked as though he was about to lose control. I was not afraid, because I knew I could calm him. I took his hand in mine and said,
"Sit down, sir, I'll talk or listen to you as long as you like." All this time, I had been trying not to cry, but now I did. It was a great relief
