Quotation from: Villette

Written by: Charlotte Bronte

"Sir," he asked, "what is my sentence?"

The father looked at him: the daughter kept her face hid.

"Well, Bretton," said Mr. Home, "you have given me the usual reward of
hospitality. I entertained you; you have taken my best. I was always
glad to see you; you were glad to see the one precious thing I had.
You spoke me fair; and, meantime, I will not say you _robbed_ me,
but I am bereaved, and what I have lost, _you_, it seems, have
won."