Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë Chapter 34 Page 36

it was a very fine May day, clear, sunny, and breezy.

My companion expressed no surprise at this emotion, nor did he question me as to its cause; he only said —

“We will wait a few minutes, Jane, till you are more composed.” And while I smothered the paroxysm with all haste, he sat calm and patient, leaning on his desk, and looking like a physician watching with the eye of science an expected and fully understood crisis in a patient’s malady. Having stifled my sobs, wiped my eyes, and muttered something about not being very well that morning, I resumed my task, and succeeded in completing it. St. John put away my books and his, locked his desk, and said —

“Now, Jane, you shall take a walk; and with me.”