I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

The speaker declares a deliberate withdrawal from social life, rejecting the idea that fulfillment depends on company, whether in rural or urban settings. The line frames solitude not as deprivation but as a mark of “sense”: a mature self-sufficiency in which one’s inner resources—thought, imagination, conscience—provide adequate companionship. Read in a Brontë context, it resonates with the Romantic valuation of inwardness and the moorland ethos often associated with her writing: emotional intensity and independence that can make ordinary sociability feel thin or distracting. The statement also carries an implicit critique of society’s performative pleasures, suggesting that true contentment is cultivated internally rather than sought externally.