I knew there would be pleasure in meeting my master again, even though broken by the fear that he was so soon to cease to be my master, and by the knowledge that I was nothing to him: but there was ever in Mr. Rochester (so at least I thought) such a wealth of the power of communicating happiness, that to taste but of the crumbs he scattered to stray and stranger birds like me, was to feast genially.
Sentía verdadero placer en reunirme con Mr. Rochester, aunque acibarado por el pensamiento de que en breve dejaría de verle y de que, además, nada había de común entre él y yo.