Mr. Rochester continued in his stride in order to get to Giselle's stand-point. He'd done so as if in a dash, whereas all the while he'd maintained his signatory movement which was akin to a lion's gait. His airs always serenaded his surroundings with as much pride as he naturally exhumes. He is "Every Woman's Dream Man" simply for being adequately endowed in his looks as much as he was in his resources. Even Giselle could not deny how elegantly charming a prince he was looking as he sauntered towards her.
He finally reached her.
"My love," Rochester allowed a curt smirk to coat the sides of his lips whilst he spoke. Giselle could not help from feeling irritated by this. He continued, "Have you considered how beautiful the afternoon is?"
"How so?" Giselle asked him.
