"What would you like to say to me?" Louisa muttered as she sprang up to her feet. She suspected that something was odd with the way Rochester burst inside the bedroom without even as much as a proper knock on the door. She had tried to not seem too bothered about his mood of entry, but him mentioning his need to talk to her was something more than the spur of the moment.
"I did come to talk to you," Rochester said and leaned himself by the door frame. "But I did not come here to say the thing you are thinking I came for. You might as well sit down as before." He knew she wanted badly to leave his place after the confusion of last night, but he wasn't going to do that, especially not now that Roxanne had appeared back on the scene with demands to see Adelaide.
"I don't want to sit," Louisa said back. "If that is not your reason for coming, why then did you come? Is it perhaps because Mrs. Phellipe finally told you what I requested her to do?"
