Jane Eyre: I beg your pardon, sir. I did not ask your permission to read the books.
Mr.Rochester: Permission? To read the books? You're a thinking, intelligent woman, aren't you? Why ever would you need to ask permission? Who else is to read them? Adelle? Mrs. Fairfax? I'm more likely to come in and see Pilot pouring over the flora and fauna of the South American flatlands.