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- [Mrs. Reed] Into the bedroom with her!

- No, not again! - Yes!

- [Jane] Not again!

- [Mrs. Reed] Hitting your young master!

- [Jane] I didn't! He hit me!

He pushed me! - I didn't!

- Oh, don't even talk to her, John.

She's nothing but a bawler!

- Why do you always believe him?!

- Oh, rich, don't you talk to your aunt like that!

- Wicked child!

Should be grateful that you're not in the poorhouse

with all the other orphans!

- [Jane] Uncle Reed died in there!

- You, come on! - No one's to tend to her.

She is to be left entirely alone!

- Now stay there!

[door slams]

[dramatic orchestral music]

[woman laughs]

[gasps] [woman laughs]

[water splashes]

[horse whinnies] [man groaning]

[woman laughs]

- Let me out!

Let me out, please!

Uncle Reed died in here.

[gasps]

[thunder crackles]

[door creaks]

- [Man] My sake, Mrs. Reed!

My dear brother's sake!

[man screaming]

[woman sobbing] [flames crackling]

[woman screams]

[somber orchestral music]

- Now then, what are you doing under there?

Come on.

Leave your dolly behind.

There's someone downstairs, wants to see you.

- Me?

- [Mr. Brocklehurst] Your name, little girl.

- [Jane] Jane Eyre, sir.

- Well, Jane Eyre, are you a good child?

[children laugh]

- Perhaps the less said on the subject

the better, Mr. Brocklehurst.

- [Mr. Brocklehurst] Do you know where naughty little girls

go after their death?

Hm?

- To hell, sir.

- And what is hell?

- A pit full of fire, sir.

- And would you like to fall into a pit full of fire

and burn for all eternity?

- No, sir.

- So, what must you do to avoid it?

- I must keep in very good health, sir, and not die.

- Oh, you see her impudence, Mr. Brocklehurst.

What did I tell you?

She needs proper discipline.

Say you will admit her to Lowood School, Mr. Brocklehurst.

- Mrs. Reed.

- And tell the teachers to be very strict with her.

Tell them she is deceitful.

[gasps]

- I'm not deceitful.

When have I been deceitful?

- You are!

Listen to how she speaks to me.

- If I were deceitful,

I should say you're the dearest, kindest aunt

and that I loved you.

- Bessie.

- Child, how dare you speak to your benefactors in that way!

- Take her away.

- I'm glad you are no relation to mine.

I will never, never call you aunt again.

[gasps]

And if anyone ever asked me how you treated me,

I will tell them that you locked me in a room

and were cruel and horrible to me.

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- [Narrator] I was 10 years old when I left Gateshead.

I'm glad to be parted from my cruel aunt and cousins

who made me feel in every way unwanted and unloved.

Even though I had no idea what Lowood School would be like,

at least I would meet new people, hear about the world,

and there would be a chance for happiness.

- Jane?

Jane Eyre?

- Yes?

- [Miss Temple] Welcome to Lowood.

- Thanks, ma'am. - Thank you.

Go on, Jane.

- Time to get up or you'll miss breakfast.

Your uniform's on the end of your bed.

- Breakfast!

- [Narrator] Breakfast consisted of a meager amount

of inedible porridge.

In fact, everything about Lowood was terrible,

the cold dormitories, the icy water we had to wash in,

and worst of all, most of the teachers were harsh.

Punishment and humiliation were part of the daily ritual.

However, I had found a friend, Helen,

who was loving and wise.

- Sometimes life is cruel and we have to accept that

or be forever in torment.

[bell ringing]

[speaks in foreign language]

- Now, girls, where are the Americas?

And where are the West Indies, Burns?

Sit back down.

All rise for Mr. Brocklehurst!

- Girls, we're very privileged today

because Mr. Brocklehurst has brought his wife--

[loud clattering]

- Careless girl.

Slates cost money, girl!

Come here!

And bring your stool.

- It was just an accident, Mr. Brocklehurst.

- Put it down.

Now stand on that stool.

Now, girl!

Teachers,

children,

you all see this girl before you.

God has graciously given her

the shape he has given to all of us,

yet who would think that the Evil One

had already found a servant in her!

You must guard against her,

shun her example,

avoid her company!

You must watch her, scrutinize her actions,

punish her body to save her soul.

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- [Narrator] Spring came, and with it, the typhus.

It raged through the crowded school rooms and dormitories.

Neglected colds and semi-starvation

made the pupils vulnerable to the disease.

And those of us who were left waited and prayed

that we and our loved ones would be spared.

- [Nurse] She's out there again.

- Not at the moment, Jane.

She's just had a bed bath and she's resting.

- Is she getting better now?

- Miss Temple!

O'Brien's convulsing, and she's got the rash.

- Nurse!

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- Is that you, Jane?

- Yes.

I've been here every day to ask if I can see.

I've been waiting outside the door.

I wanted so much to see you.

Miss Temple said you were very poorly.

- But I'm in no pain.

- I haven't slept,

for worrying that I'd never see you again.

- Oh, Jane.

- Helen.

- Don't be frightened.

I'm not frightened.

You're cold.

Cover yourself in my quilt.

We'll rest together.

I'm so happy, Jane.

Don't leave me.

- I won't.

We'll always be together, forever.

Where are you taking me?

Please let me stay with Helen!

- I'm sorry, Jane.

Helen has died.

- No!

No!

No!

Helen, no!

- [Narrator] I missed Helen so much.

No one could take her place.

- Is that your friend, Miss Eyre?

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- Yes, Anna.

That was Helen.

- [Narrator] I remained at Lowood for a further eight years,

six as a pupil and two as a teacher.

- [Jane] Who will bring my cloak and bonnet?

- Me! - I will!

- [Narrator] But I was desperate for change.

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I wanted to see more of the world.

I longed for liberty.

I placed an advert in The Herald.

Young lady accustomed to tuition,

qualified in the guidance of pupils

under the age of 14, seeks post.

I had only one reply.

- Ma'am.

- Thank you.

Mrs. Fairfax?

- Yes, my dear.

Welcome to Thornfield.

- Trot on.

- You must be tired after such a journey.

Cook is preparing your light supper.

- Thank you.

Do you think I could meet

the young Miss Fairfax this evening?

- [Mrs. Fairfax] The young who?

- My pupil.

- Oh, you mean Adele.

[laughs]

Little Miss Varens.

No, she's not my daughter.

[chuckles]

She's from France, God help us.

Did I not tell you in the letter?

She's Mr. Rochester's ward.

- Who is Mr. Rochester?

- Mr. Rochester, my dear?

Why he's the owner of Thornfield.

- But I thought you were the owner of Thornfield.

- Me?!

Oh, what a thought.

No, [laughs] I'm the housekeeper.

- [Jane] When will I meet Mr. Rochester?

- When indeed.

When he decides to grace us with his presence that's when,

which is not often.

He's a restless soul.

No sooner here, then he's off on his travels again.

Such a shame because the young Miss Varens

behaves herself when he's here.

- [Jane] How many rooms are there?

- Ooh, too many.

But yours is a nice size,

not too big and drafty like some of them.

- And how many floors?

- Two, and a third in the west wing,

but no one uses that anymore.

It's all locked up.

Two floors is quite enough to manage.

Here we are.

It's all I had, so--

- [Adele] Mrs. Fairfax!

- [Sophie] Adele!

- Oh, look at this.

What are you doing up at this time?

- Pardon, Madame.

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

- Oui.

[speaks in foreign language]

- English, please!

It's hopeless, I can't understand a word you're saying.

[speaks in foreign language]

- What did I say?

In English if you please, seeing as we're in England.

- Adele asked if I was to be her new governess,

and complimented me on my French.

- As good as Monsieur Rochester.

- Right, let's get her back to bed now, Sophie.

She can see Miss Eyre in the morning.

- Goodnight. - Run along now.

Do as you're told. [speaks in foreign language]

If there's anything you need, just let me know.

- Thank you.

Goodnight.

- [Narrator] I was relieved to find Mrs. Fairfax so friendly

and little Adele clearly full of life and affection.

I was filled with a sense of well-being.

I felt surely I would be happy here.

[woman laughs]

[footsteps thudding] [woman laughs]

- Mrs. Fairfax?

[loud whoosh]

Adele?

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[woman laughs]

[door creaks]

[keys jingle]

- [Mrs. Fairfax] The door's locked.

- I heard someone laughing.

I thought Adele had--

- That would be Grace Poole, one of the servants.

She likes a tipple this time a night, sends her quite giddy.

I'll speak to her.

- [Narrator] But Grace Poole was not one to be hushed.

I heard her strange laughter again

over the months that followed,

but I was yet to meet her,

for she chose not to dine with the other servants.

- It's very good.

- I cannot do it!

The paint goes everywhere.

- Well, then use less water.

[loud splashes]

- Oh!

[sighs]

[both laugh]

- [Narrator] Little Adele had no great talents,

but she made reasonable progress.

And life at Thornfield was tranquil, too tranquil.

I should have been more thankful,

but instead, I felt restless and stifled.

I felt sure there must be more to life than this.

[horse whinnies]

[loud trotting]

[horse whinnies]

[loud splashing]

[gasps]

[loud splashing] [gasps]

[yelps]

- Whoa!

[horse whinnies]

[yelps]

[groaning]

- Blast you!

- Are you all right, sir?

- Well, does it look as though I'm all right?!

What were you doing looming out of that mist like a witch?!

Are you mad, woman?!

- Do you want me to go and get some help?

- Blast! No!

Come here, I want you to help me up.

- I'm not sure that's the correct thing to do.

Your leg might be broken, sir.

I can fetch someone from where I live at Thornfield.

It's just at the bottom of the lane.

- No need for that.

It's just a sprain.

Come here.

Come on, for heaven's sake, woman!

Give me your arm!

[groans]

How long have you been living at Thornfield?

- Since I took up post as governess.

[groans]

- And what pray is a governess doing out

this time of the evening?

- Walking, sir.

- Well, before you carry on with your walk,

could you get me my whip?

It's there.

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

Give my regards to Mr. Rochester.

Come on, Pilot.

[Pilot barking] - I've yet to meet him.

- [Man] Come, Pilot!

[Pilot barking]

- [Man] Mrs. Fairfax wants you!

Where have you been?!

- [Servant] I'm on my way!

I can't be in two places at once!

I'm coming!

- Oh, about time too.

Cold water!

I said cold!

Tell May to air the bed.

- But she is laying the fire--

- Well, the fire can wait

till John gets back with the surgeon.

The bed needs airing now.

And he wants to see Adele.

- But she sleeps.

- Well, wake her!

Oh, hound, get out of here, go on.

Go on! Down.

Get out of here. Go on.

Get downstairs.

It's pandemonium enough to wrap and there's,

look, fetch Miss Adele

and tell the cook to find the knucklebone for the hound.

Oh, yes, Miss Eyre, the master wants to see you at once.

- What master?

- Mr. Rochester.

He's had an accident.

His horse fell, his ankle's sprained,

but he said he wants to see you as soon as you come in.

So take your coat off, change your frock.

He's asking for you.

He's in the drawing room.

Tell Leah to use the coals from my room!

- [Servant] Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.

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- Ah, the helpful governess, Miss Jane Eyre!

Come in, don't hover by the doorway.

I won't bite you.

- Though you might deceive me.

- Only by omission.

I was angry with you for bewitching my horse.

- I was simply walking--

- Yes, yes, in the mist.

All right, it's done now.

Be seated.

I said sit down.

Not there.

There.

Where I can see you.

So, where do you come from, Miss Eyre?

- Lowood School in Yorkshire.

Advertised and Mrs. Fairfax wrote to me.

- Did she indeed?

Well, I hope you're suitable.

No doubt you're full of Brocklehurst's religious claptrap,

believe the man to be no less than a saint.

- I do not.

Indeed I dislike Mr. Brocklehurst.

- Be careful, that sounds like blasphemy.

- He's a harsh and pompous man.

But I have studied the Bible since

and I found my own faith in the Lord.

- And what faith do you place in arithmetic and geography?

- I have taught classes of 12-year-olds, Mr. Rochester.

And for your information,

I have also studied history, music, art, and French.

- Very impressive.

- I did not tell you to impress.

It is a fact, that is all.

- Oh, a fact.

I see.

So, can you play?

- A little.

- Yes, that's what all the schoolgirls are told to say.

Well. go on then, play a little for me now.

Show me.

[elegant piano music] - Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester! [speaks in foreign language]

- Are you going to play, Miss Eyre?

[elegant piano music] So, have you been

a complete brat when I've been away or have you been good?

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

And what do you think of your new governess?

- She makes me work very hard, but I like her.

- [Mr. Rochester] Mm-hm.

- [Adele] Do you have a present for her?

- I don't know if Miss Eyre likes presents.

Do you like presents, Miss Eyre?

- I have little experience of them, Mr. Rochester.

They're generally thought pleasant things.

- I like presents.

- Really, what a shame, then,

that I forgot to bring you one.

Carry on, Miss Eyre.

[speaks in foreign language]

[elegant piano music] [speaks in foreign language]

I think that's enough piano playing for one evening.

Clearly, you do play only a little.

- I'm sorry if my playing offends.

[Adele gasps]

[speaks in foreign language]

- Oh!

Oh, it's so beautiful!

Oh, I love it!

Thank you!

- All right, all right!

Where are you going, Miss Eyre?

- To my room, sir.

- I see.

So tiresome, you wish to leave me already.

Never mind, go on.

Go to your room.

[speaks in foreign language]

John!

- [Narrator] I saw a little of Mr. Rochester

in the days that followed.

He was either engaged in business or dining with friends.

[gentle orchestral music]

I thought it strange that a room on the third floor

had a light burning in it,

when Mrs. Fairfax had told me

that all the rooms up there were locked.

[door thuds]

- I've told her if she can't do the job,

I'll find someone else who can.

- Is it Miss Poole again?

- Afraid so.

The master's had a word, though.

She's had her last warning.

- Perhaps if she were to mix with the other servants,

she would not take to the drinks so.

Maybe loneliness is the cause of her misery.

If I could speak with her--

- No, no, no, no, the master forbids it.

She's a rusted piece of work if ever there was one.

- Then why does he tolerate her?

- Because he feels sorry for the poor wretch.

She's been with the family since his father's days.

He'd not see her in the poorhouse.

He's too generous by half if you ask me.

- And how is he today?

- You can ask him yourself.

He's requested you join him after supper.

Leah, fires in the drawing room now!

- Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.

- You examine me.

You find me handsome, Miss Eyre?

- No, sir.

[chuckles]

- I direct answer for a direct question.

- I didn't mean to say--

- Don't try to modify your answer.

It was an honest reply.

Sit down.

So, what faults do you find in me?

Does my nose not please you?

- It's not-- - Are my eyes too close--

- No. - Or is it that my ears

are too large?

Or my forehead's not--

- It is a fine forehead.

- I have--

- Appearance is of little consequence.

It is the person within that is the attraction.

- I see.

Was my character that you find unattractive.

- What I meant to say was certain facets of your character

are somewhat unpleasant.

- I'm listening.

- You ask by way of command.

- Do I?

- Yes.

- That's because I have a lifetime

of saying do this and it's done.

What else is wrong with my character?

- That is all.

- Are you sure?

- I'm sure.

- And do you expect me to change my manner

because of one little governess?

Well?

- I expect nothing, sir.

You asked a question and I merely answered it.

- But you do understand that I have the right

to be masterful in my own house?

And after all, I've traveled the world,

I'm much older and wiser than you are.

- Do as you please, sir.

- That is a very irritating reply, Jane.

And you haven't answered my question.

- Surely your claim to wisdom and maturity depends on

the use you have made of your time and experience.

- Really? How interesting.

Now, you smile.

What are you thinking about?

- Only that very few people would care

what their employees thought about them,

especially when they pay them 30 pounds a year.

- Oh, yes, I forgot about the salary.

Well, then, I have a perfect right to command you.

- With respect.

- Yes, of course.

With respect.

You are a rare breed, Miss Eyre.

- Thank you, Mr. Rochester.

I will take that as a compliment.

- [Narrator] Over the next few weeks,

we had several stimulating conversations

and I found myself waiting for the next opportunity

to be with him.

- [Jane] Is it Adele's mother who makes you unhappy?

- Adele's mother was a French opera dancer.

She was extremely beautiful and vivacious.

And I was so flattered when she professed to love me,

ugly mortal that I am, that I showered gifts on her,

almost ruining myself into the bargain.

But when she told me she was with child, I was thrilled.

And at that moment, I had no doubt that the child was mine.

- So you were married to her.

She was your wife.

- No, but she was my grand passion.

I was besotted with her.

I longed to be in her company, smell her perfume.

One night, I called to see her unexpectedly at the hotel.

She wasn't there, but I was quite content

to wait for her on the balcony,

thinking I would surprise her.

Only I was the one to be surprised,

for when she returned dressed from head to toe

in the satin and jewels I had bought her,

she had with her a brainless young officer.

I hid myself at the shadows and I watched,

and I felt such pain.

Have you ever been jealous, Jane?

- No, sir.

- I thought as much, because you have never felt love.

Your soul sleeps,

but there will come the day

when you find yourself totally helpless,

a fragile wreck in a storm of emotion.

- You make love sound unpleasant.

- It is all-consuming.

And when it is reciprocated,

it brings the greatest pleasure.

And I do believe we all have a right

to get some pleasure from this life, don't you?

[gentle music]

[doorknob rattles]

[murmuring]

[woman groans] [scratching]

[woman laughs] [footsteps thudding]

[flames crackling]

- Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester, wake up!

[loud splash] Mr. Rochester!

Wake up!

[loud splash] [groans]

Mr. Rochester, wake up!

[groans] [thrilling music]

- What in God's name's going on?!

- [Jane] Somebody had tried to set fire to you!

- What, so you thought you drown me as well, did you?!

- I'll call Mrs. Fairfax.

- You'll do no such thing!

What could she do?

- I found this on the floor outside your room.

I heard a scratching at my door.

I thought Pilot must have broken free from his leash.

- You're trembling, Jane.

Come and sit down.

- No, I mustn't.

- What, you want to leave me already

after you've just saved my life?

Do as you're told and sit down!

Here.

Keep warm.

I'll be back in a moment.

[door thuds] [gentle music]

- Why do you keep her here?

And why does she hide herself away up on the third floor?

Does she mean something to you?

Is Grace Poole another one of your grand passions?

- Grace Poole?

- She drinks and laughs loudly.

She disturbs me.

I have asked Mrs. Fairfax about her

and she told me that she has been with you for a long time.

- Grace Poole is one of the servants, Jane.

- Yes, well, she might have killed you.

- But you were there to save me.

You were my guardian angel.

I knew you'd do me good the first day we met.

I could see it in your eyes.

The expression, the smile was so lovely.

And now, I'm in your debt.

- There is no debt.

Goodnight, sir.

- Where are you going?

- Back to my chamber.

- What, without taking leave?

Look at me, Jane.

Are we suddenly strangers again?

Are we?

Take my hand.

- I can't.

- Am I so repulsive to you?

- No.

- Even strangers shake hands.

Such a little warmth.

There have been-- - I now must go.

[gentle orchestral music]

- [Narrator] I did not sleep that night.

All I could think of was him.

I thought, surely, today of all days,

he would call in to the library

to see how Adele was progressing.

- All finished.

- [Narrator] And not make me wait till evening

to see him again.

- Very good.

Now, you can choose a book to read.

- Your face is all pink, Miss Eyre.

- It's too warm in here.

Perhaps we shall read outside in the garden today.

- No, it's too cold in the garden.

- Good morning!

Thought you might like some lemonade

and some of cook's biscuit,

seeing as you didn't come down to breakfast.

- I wasn't hungry and I thought you'd all be busy

with Mr. Rochester's room this morning.

- Oh, bless me, that was all done and dusted

by half past six.

- Did Mr. Rochester tell you

how Grace Poole set alight to his bed?

- Mm-hm, told me there was a little incident with a candle.

There you are, my dear. - Oh, thank you.

- It was Grace Poole.

She did it deliberately.

Ask Mr. Rochester, he'll tell you.

- Yes, well, I would if he was here,

but he left at the crack of dawn.

- Left?

Where to? - Well, for the Ingrams.

And he didn't have any breakfast either,

gallivanting off without a morsel inside.

It isn't right.

- Who are the Ingrams?

How far are they live and when will he be back?

- All these questions have me dizzy.

Expect to be gone for some time,

and a fashionable lot, society folk.

Live over the other side of Millcote, about 10 miles off.

Oh, they'll be theaters, parties, drinks, dinners.

Mr. Rochester's very popular with the ladies.

- What ladies?

- The Ingrams, all three of them.

Ooh, an elegant bunch.

But Blanche Ingram,

well, she's most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Her face is...

Well, bless me, it's like a painting.

And her clothes, it...

Well, all I can say is they're magnificent.

- She not married, then?

- No, not yet.

Although the family comes from money,

I reckon there's no great fortune left.

Between you and me,

I think she's got a soft spot for Mr. Rochester.

She'll not let him back within the month.

Sure you're feeling well?

Look very peaky to me.

- Would he be away for a long, long time again?

- I think so.

He's staying with some fashionable people.

- I'm fashionable.

- Yes, you are.

Mr. Rochester sometimes needs the company of grownup ladies.

- But you're grownup.

- Yes, I am grownup.

But I am just a plain governess.

Would be foolish to think that Mr. Rochester

would want to be in my company.

It would be ridiculous.

- [Adele] I miss him so.

- Come here, little one.

We have to absorb ourselves in our studies,

and the time will soon pass.

- Oh, my Lord.

Leah!

[gentle orchestral music]

Look, will you read this?

Sophie!

Leah!

Oh!

We've got three days

to get this place looking spick and span.

Now, get your coat on.

Go down to the George Inn.

We're going to need at least three extra kitchen hands.

I don't care if you to drag them back.

Don't come back without them.

- [Leah] Yes, Mrs. Fairfax.

- And we're going to need all the carpets beaten.

- Yes, ma'am. - We need every stick

of furniture polished.

- Yes, ma'am. - All these floors

scrubbed, swept, going to need the mattresses turned,

the silver dipped, the brasses rubbed.

- Yes, ma'am. - The master's coming home.

- Oh! - Oh!

- Oh, and he is bringing with him Lord and Lady Ingram

and their two daughters, Sir George and Lady Lynn,

Colonel Dent, of course Mrs. Eshton.

The ladies will bring their maids,

and the gentlemen, their valets.

- Ooh! - What are we gonna feed them?

- Pies and puddings.

- Where are we going to put them?

- I can sleep in Adele's room.

- Oh, yes, we'll have to double up.

Well, what are you standing there looking stupid for?

Come on, got work to do.

Oh, my Lord. [chattering]

[horse whinnies]

[elegant orchestral music]

- Shall I wear my pink satin and all

or the blue tube with the pink sash?

[speaks in foreign language]

- They're here! - Ooh!

- [Mrs. Fairfax] Oh, my Lord.

Leah!

[chattering]

[elegant orchestral music]

- Mrs. Fairfax, how nice to see you.

Mr. Rochester is showing John

where the horses should be stabled.

- All right.

- That journey is so tiring.

Some refreshment would be nice.

- Oh, certainly, be my pleasure.

Leah.

- Well, Mama, here we are.

So, what do you think of Thornfield?

A touch gloomy.

- It has great potential.

- Quite.

A carpet and some decent pictures

would make all the difference.

We'll be in the drawing room, Mrs. Fairfax.

- [Mrs. Fairfax] All right, dear.

- One day, I will be like Miss Ingram.

Can we go downstairs, please?

- No, Adele.

- Why?

- When Mr. Rochester wants to see you, he'll ask for you.

[sighs]

- [Narrator] I was composed, prepared.

I was sure that when Mr. Rochester walked through the door,

I would feel detached.

I would look at him

and think how stupid I had been

to let my heart become involved

with someone above my station.

[door clacks]

- [Adele] They're coming!

- [Narrator] Mrs. Fairfax was right,

Blanche Ingram was beautiful.

- What a puppet.

You must be Adele.

[speaks in foreign language]

Do tell me, Adele, what have you been doing

while we've all been having dinner tonight?

- I've been dancing, Madame.

- Dancing.

Oh, isn't she adorable?

Mama, have you ever seen

anything quite so sweet? - Not since you, my darling.

- [Woman] Exactly.

- [Narrator] Everything about her

was elegant, sophisticated.

She had everything.

She could attract any man she liked,

but she liked Mr. Rochester,

my employer who paid me 30 pounds per annum

and who had many, many faults.

Too many.

He thought himself superior, was too proud,

deeply sarcastic, and moody to the point of--

- Edward, she is charming, like a little doll.

- [Narrator] But why, then, did I still love him?

- How on Earth do you manage with her at home?

You should send her to school.

- Oh, school's far too expensive, Blanche.

Besides, she likes it here at Thornfield.

- [Blanche] Don't tell me you have a governess for her.

- [Edward] Matter of fact, I do.

- Oh! Mama.

Close your ears.

- What is it, dear?

- The mere mention of the word governess

is enough to send Mama into hysteria.

[laughs]

We had at least a dozen.

Most of them were either horrid or just plain stupid.

[laughs]

Mary, tell Edward how we teased Madame Jouberts.

- [Mary] She was so funny.

- [Blanche] She used to fly in into such a rage.

[laughs]

It was very amusing.

[laughs]

- Jane!

Why have you left the room?

Come back into the drawing room.

Come on.

- To be insulted?

- Well, are you not pleased to see me at least?

- Yes.

Adele was so upset when you left without any warning.

It's been difficult for her to concentrate,

but I'm sure things will improve now that you're home.

- You look rather pale.

Have you been ill?

- No, sir.

- A little depressed perhaps?

- The guests will be wondering where you are.

Goodnight, sir.

- Where are you going?

- To my room, sir.

- Jane.

Jane!

Well, tonight I excuse you.

But from now on, I shall expect you

in the drawing room every evening!

Is that clear?!

Every evening, Jane!

[elegant piano music]

♪ Sigh no more, ladies

♪ Ladies, sigh no more

♪ Men were deceivers ever

♪ Men were deceivers ever

♪ One foot in sea

- [Narrator] I wanted to run from the room,

from Thornfield, from everything that reminded me of him.

I wanted to cry out,

why do you punish me when all I ever did was love you?

♪ Then sigh not so

♪ But let them go

♪ And be you blithe and bonny

♪ And be you blithe and bonny

♪ Converting all your sounds of woe ♪

♪ Converting all your sounds of woe ♪

♪ To hey, nonny nonny

♪ Hey, nonny nonny

♪ Hey, nonny nonny

♪ Hey, nonny nonny

[group clapping]

[chattering]

- Come up here. - He's God!

- Now, just one more thing.

Now. - Full of rave?

- Yes, more-- - Bride!

- Yes, yes, more. - Yes!

[chattering]

- Wedding! - Wedding, wedding!

- [Edward] Yes, hold on.

- The happy couple!

- Yeah! [group clapping]

- Three months and there will be a wedding,

you mark my words.

- [Mary] Mm!

[chattering]

- [Edward] Meaning?

[chattering]

- Mr. Rochester.

There's a Mr. Mason here, all the way from Jamaica.

- [Richard] Edward.

- Richard.

Please excuse me.

- Well, what are we to do now?

[screaming]

[footsteps thudding]

- [Man] No!

No!

[yelps]

[groaning] [footsteps thudding]

Help me!

For God's sake, someone help me!

[loud thudding] [woman laughing]

[loud thud]

[knocking]

- Jane, are you awake?

- Yes.

- Well, get dressed quickly.

I need your help.

[mysterious orchestral music]

Jane, hurry up.

Come with me.

[door clacks]

- What's the matter?

Who's screaming like that?

- [Edward] It's just one of the servants.

She's had a bad nightmare.

You can go back to bed.

[lock clacks]

Do you faint at the sight of blood?

- [Jane] No, sir.

- [Edward] Good.

Give me your hand.

- Is it Grace Poole?

Has she hurt herself?

- Fetch a doctor.

Please, help me.

She bit me and clawed on me like some--

- I warned you, but you wouldn't listen.

- I thought I could help.

- I don't need your help.

Have some laudanum.

It'll kill the pain.

- These wounds are deep.

I must stop the bleeding.

- I told you, I need a doctor.

She sucked the blood from my shoulder like a vampire!

- That's enough!

You don't want to scare poor Miss Eyre to death.

We'll have no more talk on the subject.

Now, drink.

I'll get Tom to bring the carriage around.

We need to get him to the doctor in the village

as soon as possible.

You stay with him.

- Of course I will.

- What would I do without you, Jane?

- [Narrator] I wanted to say, you need never be without me.

Blanche Ingram may well become his wife,

but she would never be akin to him.

[loud thud] [gasps]

[footsteps thudding]

[loud scratching]

[gasps]

[loud scratching]

[mysterious music]

[loudly inhales]

[door clunks]

[footsteps thudding]

- Sir.

Sir.

[groans]

[gasps]

- [Edward] What is it, Jane?

What's the matter? - I saw her.

She came into the room.

I saw Grace Poole, I swear.

I felt sure she was going to kill him.

- [Edward] I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone,

but you are perfectly safe, believe me.

- How can I be safe when she is left in this house?

Nobody is safe while she is here.

You must send her away.

- [Edward] I will do something, I promise you.

But her out of your mind.

I have to get him down to the carriage.

Now, come on, Richard.

[grunts]

Come on.

- Edward.

Let her be taken care of.

Let her be treated, tenderly.

- I'm doing the best I can, the same as I always have.

[loud thud] Away!

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Is he talking of Grace Poole?

Is he a relative of hers?

- Why do you ask so many questions, Jane?

Why does it matter who he is?

Will you watch the sun rise over Millcote Hill?

Well, don't just stand there, Jane.

Thank you for helping me.

- [Jane] It is my pleasure.

- Really?

And what if I was to ask you

to do something that you thought was wrong?

What then?

- It would depend.

- On what?

- On what it was you were asking me to do.

- Say you were a young man abroad in a strange land

and you happened to make a mistake.

- [Jane] What kind of mistake?

- Not a crime, just an error of judgment.

- [Jane] Yes?

- And years later, you get the chance

of correcting that mistake,

and the only thing that stands in your way

is convention, formality.

Would you take that chance?

- I don't quite understand what you mean.

- What I mean is would you throw convention to the wind

to achieve happiness?

Tell me what you think.

- [Narrator] Only that I loved his face,

his eyes, his mouth, his voice.

He made me love him without even realizing it.

- Tell me.

- It depends what you mean by convention, by formality.

If I had made a mistake,

it would be my duty to bear the punishment.

- Duty?!

What the blazes is duty for heaven's sake?!

- I would look to a higher plane for forgiveness.

- Of course, should have known.

Brocklehurst's teaching no doubt.

Whom do you mean, Jane?

God?

Tell me when has God done anything for me.

I wait for him, I'll wait forever.

I've already wasted enough of my life.

At long last, I know what I think.

I know what is right.

- Then why ask me?

- Because...

I needed to know.

And now, I have an answer.

She's rising.

[gentle orchestral music]

I'm sorry I dragged you all the way out here,

but I've missed our talks.

- So have I.

- Well, let's not argue, then.

Let's shake hands and be friends.

Will you watch the sunrise again with me?

- You only have to ask.

- On the morning of my wedding.

- Are you to be married, sir?

- Oh, yes.

I think it's about time, don't you?

- If you have met someone you wish to share your life with.

- I have.

- Miss Ingram is very beautiful.

- And clever too.

Brains and beauty, a lethal combination.

And she happens to be desperately in love with my money.

So, what do you think?

- I think you'll be very happy.

I'll start looking for a post immediately.

- What are you talking about, a post?

What post?

- Because if you're to marry, Adele should go to school.

Miss Ingram has a particular dislike of governesses.

- Oh, yes, I forgot.

Well, there's no need for you to worry

about finding a new post.

You leave all that with me.

- Only if it's no trouble to you.

- It's no trouble at all.

Jane.

Look at me.

- I'm sorry, but I must go inside.

I'm feeling quite cold.

- Ooh, not so fast, Miss Eyre!

I've been looking all over for you.

You've got a visitor waiting.

- Me?

- [Mrs. Fairfax] She's in the library.

- Miss Eyre?

You've grown up into such a lady.

Who'd ever thought it?

- Bessie.

It is so lovely to see you.

- Oh. - How is everybody?

- Don't stamp me off.

Your cousin John is dead.

And your aunt is taking badly.

- It's nearly a hundred miles away, Jane.

- I'm sorry, but that is where my aunt lives

and she's been asking for me.

- Very well.

You may go.

But I want you back in a week,

not a day longer, do you hear?

Seven days and if you're not back then,

I'll come and fetch you.

- Thank you, sir.

- Edward?

- I've been out-maneuvered, my dear Blanche.

Game's over.

[dramatic orchestral music]

[elegant orchestral music]

- Seeing as you're a governess,

I thought you might explain

the concept of the 28-day week to me.

- I'm sorry, but things weren't quite

as straightforward as I'd hoped.

- Really?

- I had to help my cousin's

with my aunt's funeral arrangements.

- Oh, never mind me.

Who am I to worry about?

- I had thought that you could deduct

the money from my salary.

- So you have given me some thought.

Thank you very much.

- Yes.

- Good.

I'm sorry about your aunt.

Not one single letter did you send me.

Mrs. Fairfax had a letter.

Adele and Sophie had a letter.

No doubt even Pilot had a letter, but, oh, no, not me.

That was too much to ask.

The whole of Thornfield was chattering

with news of your return,

but I, the master of the house,

had to learn from Mrs. Fairfax that you were due home today.

I've already been up at the village twice

to see if the coach had arrived...

I see at long last I found something to make you laugh.

I am so pleased my distress amuses you.

- It is not your distress that amuses me, sir.

It is the thought of writing to Pilot.

I can assure you I did not send Pilot a letter.

I'm sorry I did not write to you,

but I thought you would be preoccupied with other things.

- Oh, did you now?

[footsteps pattering] - Yes.

- Miss Eyre, Miss Eyre! - Adele!

- [Adele] Miss Eyre!

[speaks in foreign language] - Oh, English if you please.

Welcome home, my dear.

- I missed you!

[speaks in foreign language] - Oh, she did.

- [Adele] It's been so boring here without you.

- Surely not with all the other nice ladies and gentlemen

here to entertain you.

- They all went!

- The day after you'd gone.

- Jane.

- Yes?

- Will you walk with me?

- Ooh, she must unpack.

She'll want to get her things hung up.

- It's such a lovely evening.

- Well, there's a storm brewing up, I think.

- Perhaps just a little stroll, then.

- I'll get your bag.

- [Edward] It's a beautiful place in autumn.

- [Jane] It is a beautiful place all year round.

- [Edward] Well, I hope you like Ireland as much.

- Ireland?

- Yes.

Remember I promised to find you a position.

Well, I have.

It's with a Mrs. Dionysius O'Gall

of Bitternutt Lodge, Connacht, Farrington, Ireland.

And you start next week.

- Next week?

But Ireland is so far away.

- Oh, you'll love it, Jane.

And they say the people are very friendly there.

- Yes, but I won't be able to see...

- Who?

- Adele, Mrs. Fairfax.

- Is that all?

Isn't there anyone else you'll miss?

- And you, sir.

[Edward sighs]

- It's a shame because we have been good friends,

haven't we?

I mean, sometimes I feel like I have known it all my life.

I know this may sound silly,

but when we're together like this,

I feel like, well, I'm sort of attached to you.

It's as though I've got a bit of string

somewhere under my left ribs, about here.

And it's knotted to a similar piece of string

situated about there.

You think that piece of string will stretch 200 miles

across the sea, Jane?

And do you think we'll end up

bleeding inwardly for each other?

That's ridiculous.

You'll probably forget me as soon

as you set foot in Ireland. - Never!

I will never forget you as long as I live!

Do you think because I am poor and plain, I have no soul?

No heart?

Well, you are wrong!

My time here at Thornfield

has been the happiest of my entire life.

It will break my heart to leave.

I've talked and laughed

and learned so much by just being here.

I've loved every moment of it,

from teaching Adele

to the wonderful conversations we've had together.

I am your equal and you have treated me as such.

You have shown true respect for me.

And I have felt, for the first time in my entire life,

like I've belonged.

And to think that I will soon be torn from all this,

that I will never speak with you or see your face again,

is unbearable to me.

- Then why go?

- Because your bride will not want me here.

- I have no bride.

- Not yet, but you will have.

- Yes.

You're right, I will.

Come here.

- And it can't mean...

I can't stay here and watch you marry her.

- You're absolutely right.

- A woman you don't love.

- That's correct.

- A woman who is not worthy of you.

It would be less hurtful to go to Ireland,

so please let go of me.

- What if I don't want to?

What if I want you, right here by my side forever?

- I'm afraid your bride stands between us, sir.

- My bride is here.

If you'll have me, I offer you by heart,

my hand in marriage,

and a share of all my worldly possessions.

Will you marry me, Jane?

- Me?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because I love you.

I have always loved you

since the first time we met, that's why.

- But how can that be?

- Now, don't torture me.

Answer me, Jane.

Will you be my wife?!

Will you make me the happiest man on this Earth?!

[elegant orchestral music]

- I will.

- [Edward] Oh, Jane.

Jane.

- [Narrator] The next morning when I woke,

I feared it had all been a dream.

- Mrs. Fairfax, have you seen Mr. Rochester this morning?

- Oh, he was off and out by seven.

- Do you know where he has gone?

- Oh, I don't ask.

Little over onto himself is that one.

Adele's had her breakfast.

She's in the library having a sulk.

Doesn't want to do any more mathematics.

- Good morning!

- Ooh, speak of the devil.

- The storm last night has freshened the air,

and the grass is as green as anything.

[Pilot barks] - Pilot!

Oh, howl, come down here.

Pilot! - Good morning, Jane.

- Good morning, Mr. Rochester.

- Edward.

- You look so beautiful this morning.

Radiant, Mrs. Rochester.

- Come on, take him-- - Bonjour!

- [Jane] Good morning, Adele.

- Can we do some painting today, Miss Eyre?

- No, today is a holiday.

Miss Eyre and I are going into Millcote

so that you can choose some new dresses.

- And me!

- Not this time, Adele.

Jane and I are going alone,

but I shall bring you back [speaks in foreign language].

How's that? [speaks in foreign language]

Go and change, Jane.

[speaks in foreign language]

[speaks in foreign language]

[elegant orchestral music] [chattering]

- Edward dearest, how nice to see you.

- Good day, Blanche.

- And the governess.

- Soon-to-be Mrs. Rochester.

- How quaint.

Well, congratulations.

No doubt you've a whole trousseau to buy.

I'm afraid we're a bit limited here in Millcote.

It's all a bit dull.

But I'm sure you'll find something.

- At least suitable for honeymoon in Italy and France.

- Lovely.

You know Archibald, of course.

Lord Granby.

Arrivederci.

[chuckles]

- [Jane] Whatever did you see in her?

- The means to make you jealous.

- That's truly wicked.

- But it worked.

[chuckles]

- And what for a veil?

- Just something simple.

- French lace with pearls.

- A plain net.

This one will do.

- The finest French lace with pearls.

- I'll get married in this if you continue.

- All right, we'll take both of them, and the silks.

You don't understand,

I want to show the world what a beauty you are.

- I am not a beauty.

I am Jane Eyre.

And I have everything I want right here.

- Wrap them.

- [Narrator] As time passed, and my wedding day drew near,

the house was full of excitement.

Everyone seemed genuinely delighted for me,

except Mrs. Fairfax.

I thought perhaps she didn't approve

of a young governess marrying her employer,

but I wasn't going to let that spoil my newfound happiness,

for the day after tomorrow, I would be his wife.

[gentle music]

[thunder rumbles]

[footsteps pattering]

- Who's in the room?

[loud rip] [groans]

[loud ripping] - No.

No.

No, no.

[footsteps thudding]

[door clacks]

[door thuds]

- Must have been a dream, Jane.

Now, what do you think of this color?

Does it suit me?

- It's very nice.

Edward, the veil is ripped in two.

I can bring it down, you can see for yourself.

- I've told you, you have to keep your door locked at night.

Have to be careful with the likes of Grace Poole around.

Now, I have bought you a present.

- Edward, you said you were going to let Grace Poole go.

- Well, I've made inquiries, and if I throw her out,

the only place left for her is the asylum.

And she has served this family very well, Jane.

How can I do that?

How can I sentence her to a life at bedlam?

- You can't.

But how can you leave her in this house with Adele?

Surely it's only a matter of time before a tragedy occurs.

[Edward sighs]

- Please, now stop worrying about her.

I have spoken with Mrs. Fairfax

and she's going to arrange something.

And after tomorrow, we're going to be thousands

of miles away traveling the world.

Grace Poole will be no more than a memory.

And it means you'll get your own way after all.

You'll be able to wear that flimsy piece of muslin

you wanted to in the first place.

Now, come on, stop frowning.

Let me see you smile.

I want you to be happy.

Now, look.

- I don't need gifts, Edward.

Your love is all I need.

- But you know you have all of that.

And I like to give you presents.

Besides, I have a right to, you're going to be my wife.

And the next present I shall give you

shall be your wedding ring.

Now, watch.

[gentle music]

- Edward, it's lovely.

- I knew you'd like it.

I am so happy.

You have made me so happy.

Tell me that you love me.

Go on.

I want to hear you say it.

- I love you with all my heart.

[both chuckle]

[elegant orchestral music]

Is that me?

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

Do you approve, Mrs. Fairfax?

- Take my little blue pin.

For luck.

- Thank you.

I will make him happy.

[bell tolling]

- [Clergyman] I require and charge you both

as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment,

when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed,

that if there be any impediment why these two persons

may not be joined together in holy matrimony,

ye are to declare it.

- Marry us, then.

- Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God,

and in the face of this congregation,

to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

I require and charge you both

as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment

when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed,

that if either of you know any impediment

why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony,

ye do now confess it.

Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife...

And, forsaking all others, keep thee only unto her,

so long as ye both shall live?

- I will.

[door rattles]

- The wedding cannot go on!

[ominous music]

There is an impediment.

- Proceed! - Mr. Rochester

is already married!

- The man's an imbecile!

Carry on!

- I'm obliged to listen to the accusation.

- I have the wedding certificate here,

of Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall

and my sister Bertha Antoinetta Mason

of Spanish Town, Jamaica.

- And is she still living?

- Yes!

I saw her with my own eyes not three months ago.

- No!

- [Richard] I'm sorry, but it's not right.

- Edward.

- I tell you, he has a wife.

- "Wife."

You dare to call her that?

Wife?!

Follow me and I'll introduce you to my wife!

[dramatic orchestral music]

- Get back to work.

Take the child to her room.

- [Edward] Grace!

Open the door!

- Are you sure, sir?

You know what happened last time.

- [Edward] I said, open the door!

- [Grace] God's sake, sir.

[groaning]

- [Edward] Bertha.

It's Edward.

- [Bertha] Who?

- Now, they will not harm you.

These people will not harm you.

And they have not come to take you away.

How are you feeling?

No, Bertha.

No.

[groans]

- Get off him!

What did I tell you, sir!

Hold her down, I've got her.

I've got her.

Oh! - Hold her!

[shouting] - Shh, shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh, shh. [moaning]

Shh.

- That is who Mr. Mason calls my wife.

- You married her, Edward.

- I was tricked into it by your family in Jamaica.

They showed her off to me in parties,

but I was never allowed to see her alone,

talk to her properly.

I was dazzled by her beauty.

It was only after the wedding

that I realized that she was insane,

like her mother and her grandmother before her.

And I tried everything in my power to make her well.

I hired the best doctors, I sought alternative methods,

and then finally, I realized that there was no cure!

I could have run away back to England and left her there,

but, instead, I brought her home with me.

And not to have her chained up

in some lunatic asylum as some would have it,

but to keep her safe here at Thornfield,

with a nurse, day and night, to tend to her every need.

- But you must have known you couldn't marry Miss Eyre

when you're already married.

It would have been a crime.

You would have been committing bigamy, sir.

- Do you blame me,

when all I wanted was to be with this woman?

I would have done anything to be with her.

I have been in torment for 15 years!

And can you stand there and honestly judge me

when you see in front of you this poor wretch

to whom I am bound for life?

Can you?

- I'll pray for you, Mr. Rochester.

- You can keep your prayers.

[somber orchestral music]

- Oh, I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Did you know?

- Only that Grace Poole had a patient there.

I thought it was little Adele's mother.

I had no idea it was Mr. Rochester's wife.

[moans]

- At last, I've been waiting for you.

Oh, we're leaving, I see.

Didn't I just know you'd desert me?

Really, Jane, you are so predictable!

Couldn't you be just a little more original?!

I'm talking to you!

Where are you going?

- Away, sir. - Where?

- Please let go of my arm.

- Not until you tell me where you're going.

- I do not know where I am going.

- Oh, anywhere, so long as it's far away from me,

is that it?

And why, I'll tell you why, because you were only interested

in becoming Mrs. Rochester, that's why!

- Please give me my bag back. - Oh, you were never

in love with me, Jane.

You were in love with the idea

of being Mistress of Thornfield!

Admit it!

You're no better than Blanche Ingram,

running away like a spoiled child

the minute you can't have your way!

I thought you were mature,

but you're just a child who has no idea what real love is!

I would have done anything for you, anything!

I was prepared to commit bigamy

because I knew that being married was important to you!

And they could have thrown me in prison,

I wouldn't have cared!

But I just wanted to make you happy!

- Please let go of my arms.

- Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me,

and you can walk free.

Say it!

No!

Better still!

Here, where you poured out your heart to me.

Look me in the face and tell me all that was a lie!

- It's not me who's told the lies.

I have no secret husband.

I have always been honest with you.

- I have always wanted to be honest with you, Jane,

but how could I tell you when I knew it would drive

all happiness away from me?!

Look at me, Jane.

Tell me you don't love me, and you can go.

- I can't tell you that because I do love you.

I wanted to be your wife because I love you,

not for any other reason.

- And I love you more than I've ever loved anyone

in my whole life. - Please don't say that.

- Why not if it's the truth?!

- You must never say it to me again,

and I must never say it to you.

It is wrong!

- How can it be wrong

when the two of us love each other as we do?!

It is wrong for us not to be together.

- I am a plain living person, Mr. Rochester.

- Oh, Mr. Rochester, is it-- - I wanted someone

who I could love honestly and decently,

and someone who could love me back properly.

- Well, it doesn't matter who--

- I thought I had that with you, but I was wrong.

You led me to believe you are one person,

but you are really another.

- I am the same as I always was,

the same heart, the same mind!

- You are a married man!

- But I'm still me!

- And when we danced together,

happy and carefree in the drawing room,

all that time you knew your wife was locked up there.

How could you?

- What would you have me do, Jane?

Devote the rest of my life to her?

- I could never trust you again.

- So you're going to punish me instead,

condemn me to live wretched, a dire curse?

- Do you think this is easy for me?

Do you think I am happy to see you suffering

when every nerve in my body is telling me to comfort you?

If I could find a way

in my soul of reconciling this situation,

I would in a moment, but I cannot throw away

any respect I have for myself because my heart is tempted.

You have a wife.

You belong to another.

- I belong to you!

And you belong to me!

We are one soul, Jane!

- Please help me, please don't say that.

Please help me to be strong. - If you only knew

how much I love you.

Now, kiss me.

I need you, Jane.

You want me.

I feel your passions are aroused.

Say you want me!

Say it! - No, I can't!

How can I lie with your name if I am not your wife?!

- Well, we simply go abroad

and we tell people you are my wife!

Who's to know any different?!

- Me!

I will know it.

I would have to live with my own conscience

and that would eat away at my soul

till I was no longer Jane Eyre,

but some embittered mistress who you resented being with.

I am worth more than that.

- I would never, never resent being with you, Jane.

- Leaving you will be the most painful thing

I have ever had to endure,

but I would rather die

than watch the love we have twist into something ugly.

I am leaving for us, Edward, for what we had.

- Not for me, Jane.

You're leaving for yourself,

and if that's how you truly feel, then go.

[somber orchestral music]

Go on.

That's it, walk away.

You think what we have is nothing?!

Well, let me tell you,

this is the greatest, purest love you will ever find!

And I should know!

I've searched long enough for it!

- [Narrator] I had left Thornfield

with little money or means to survive.

I asked the coachman to take me

as far as the 20 shillings I had would allow.

I traveled for two days

with not a care whether I should live or die.

The further I went, closer I felt his presence.

[thunder rumbling]

- I think she's waking, Diana.

- [Diana] Looks as though her fever has broken.

- The Lord has looked after her.

He has plans for her yet.

- Poor little soul.

Wonder what happened to her.

- No doubt she's endured great suffering.

What is your name?

- Jane Eyre, sir.

- [St. John] Can you send for anyone you know?

- There is no one.

- Well, Jane, my name is St. John.

This is my sister Diana.

Have you been feeling better?

You gave me quite a scare

when I saw you lying on the ground.

- [Narrator] My first two months with St. John and Diana

was simple and uncomplicated.

The more I got to know them, the more I liked them.

- Moor House has been a different place

since you've arrived.

- That's very kind.

But I must find some employment.

I worked as a teacher, so I must be able to find something.

- A teacher?

- Don't, St. John.

- Well, if she's strong enough to work.

♪ All good gifts around us

♪ Are sent from heaven above

♪ Then thank the Lord and thank the Lord for all his love ♪

- Home time.

- You play very well.

- A little.

That's what all the schoolgirls say...

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

I suddenly remembered something, that's all.

- I never asked you much about your past life, Jane,

because I know when you're ready, you'll tell me everything.

But I want you to know,

whatever difficulties there have been in your life,

the work you're doing now is wonderful.

I've watched you carefully over these past few months,

the children respond to you.

No task is too great,

and your patience and understanding of people is unique.

- I wish that were true.

Other people have a different opinion of me, I'm sure.

- It is the truth.

Believe me.

- [Narrator] Dear Mrs. Fairfax,

it has been some time now since I wrote to you last,

asking for news of Adele and Mr. Rochester,

and still, I have had no reply.

[door clunks]

[sighs]

- There's a storm brewing out there.

- It's been threatening all day.

- [St. John] What are you reading, Jane?

Anything interesting?

- A book on German.

I'm trying to learn the language.

- What for?

You're planning on traveling?

- I have no plans as yet,

but I would like to see more of the world.

- I'll give you a book on Hindustani.

You could learn that instead.

India's a fascinating country.

- [Diana] Tell him no.

Stick to the German.

- I'm studying the language myself.

We could learn together.

- Study what you like and don't be bullied by him.

- Perhaps I could learn Hindustani as well as German.

- Well, I must go to bed.

I've got an early start.

Goodnight, brother.

Goodnight, sister.

- Goodnight, Diana.

- Stick to the German.

- I know Diana thinks I'm a bit of a bully sometimes.

But...

Let me be honest with you.

The real reason I'd like you to learn Hindustani, Jane,

is because...

Well, in six months time,

I set sail for India to do God's work there,

and I would dearly love you to come with me.

- I'm flattered.

I don't know what to say.

- Your help would be invaluable to me.

I've been meaning to ask you for some time,

but I knew you were busy at the school

and I didn't want to distract you

from what you were doing there.

- I'm not sure I'm capable of that kind of work.

- You are, Jane.

Trust me.

I know you could do it.

Yes, the work will be strenuous,

but when have you been afraid of that?

You have endurance, Jane.

You will make a perfect missionary's wife.

- Wife?!

You hardly know me.

- I know all I need to.

You were sent to me, don't you understand?

This is what we ought to do in life.

We will work together side-by-side.

I respect and admire-- - It was true.

Fate had taken me to St. John,

and hadn't he cared for me,

given me the opportunities to prove myself?

He was a good man.

He would make a considerate husband.

What more could I want?

I knew St. John could never love me,

but hadn't love only brought me pain?

- [Edward] I love you more than I've loved anybody

in my whole life.

- [Narrator] If I left England,

perhaps I would leave the memories

of Edward Rochester behind.

Maybe this was the way to put him out of my mind forever.

- You know in your heart it's right.

- I'm confused.

My heart won't speak to me.

- Then I will speak for it.

You will marry me and come to India

where we will do God's work together.

Say yes.

- [Edward] Say yes, Jane.

- Say it. - I love you more than anyone

I have ever loved in my whole life, Jane.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me,

and you can walk free.

Say it! - I can't.

- [Edward] Jane!

- [Jane] Edward.

- [Edward] Jane!

Where are you?!

- [Jane] Edward, I am coming!

[dramatic orchestral music]

- [Coachman] It's only a few miles to Gloria, Miss.

- It's all right, I know shortcut over the fields.

Thank you, sir.

[dramatic orchestral music]

Am I too late?

- [Clergyman] The fire raged all night.

You could see black smoke billowing for miles.

- Edward.

- Mrs. Rochester escaped from her nurse

and set fire to the place.

She panicked, ran up onto the roof.

We could see her dancing amidst the flames, screaming.

It was terrible.

- And Mr. Rochester?

- [Clergyman] Mr. Rochester got his young ward

and the servants out of the house,

then went up on the roof after Mrs. Rochester.

He did his best to save her, but she jumped to her death.

Unfortunately, he was on his way back down

when the staircase gave way and he fell.

[Pilot whimpers]

- Is that you, Mrs. Fairfax?

Did you get some water for me?

Mrs. Fairfax?

- Yes, Mr. Rochester.

- May I have the water, please?

[gentle music]

Thank you.

- It is my pleasure.

- Jane, is that you?

Dear God.

I'm going mad.

- You are not mad, sir.

- Then I fell, I'm dreaming.

Never let me wake!

These are Jane's lips, her cheek, her little fingers.

- And her voice.

You are not dreaming.

I am truly here.

- Oh, my own sweet Jane!

- I have come back.

I will be your companion, your nurse, your eyes--

- I don't want a companion!

Neither do I want a nurse.

I might have known.

So you have come back to take pity on a poor blind man.

Is that it?

Who told you?

- No one told me.

I have thought about you every day since I left.

I have fought my emotions

and I cannot fight them any longer.

I've traveled for two days without stopping

and when I saw Thornfield, I feared that--

- A ruin, like myself.

- You are no lifeless ruin, sir.

You are wounded, but still full of life and vigor.

Edward.

- So, you didn't find a husband, then.

- I met someone who wanted to marry me.

- No doubt he's young and handsome.

- Yes.

And he's a good and honorable man.

- So why are you here, then?

Why aren't you with him?

- I came to see you.

- Well, take a good look.

Think how lucky you are.

It was a narrow escape.

You could have been married to this hideous, blind wreck!

- I can think of nothing better.

- Your visit is very much appreciated, Jane,

but I think it is best if you go now, for go you shall.

And it would be less painful on the heart

if it were sooner rather than later.

- I will not go.

You can say what you want.

I will never leave your side again.

If you throw me out of this house,

then I will pound against the door until you let me in.

Don't you understand?

I want no other.

I love you.

- How can you love me like this?

Do not speak these words out of pity, Jane.

What good am I to you?

How can I take care of you?

- It is a pity to see your poor wounded face,

but you are not your wounds.

The danger is that I will love you too much,

for you are everything that matters

in the world to me, Edward.

- Jane.

My heart will burst for want to see your face.

- Touch it.

Here.

See with your hands.

I've come home, Edward.

I will never leave you again.

[elegant orchestral music]

- [Narrator] I have been married to Edward 10 years now,

and I love him as much today

as the day I returned to Thornfield

and saw him wounded and helpless.

In our third year together,

he regained the sight in his right eye.

And when our firstborn was put into his arms,

he could see his own likeness.

I am truly blessed,

for I now know what it is to have found love.