Jane Eyre Page #3

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must have kept her up

the entire evening.

She isn't your daughter?

Oh, no, no.

No, her name is Varens...

Adele Varens.

No, I have no family.

I'am glad, I'm so glad

you are come.

One can feel so isolated here,

especially in the winter.

It will be most pleasant for me

to have someone to converse with

on terms of equality.

Of course to be sure,

John and his wife Leah

are very decent people...

Here is your charge.

Come, Adele.

This lady will teach you

and make a clever woman

of you.

My governess?

That's right.

You may call me Miss Eyre.

You speak French!

May we speak in French?

Yes, Adele, but we're

with Mrs. Fairfax now,

and in her presence

it is more polite,

if we try to speak in English.

You understand

when she runs on like that?

Oh yes.

Shall I sing?

My mama taught be to sing.

Where is your mama?

Gone. She flew away

to the Holy Virgin.

She taught me

to dance and sing.

Shall I sing for you, now?

In the morning, Adele.

It's late.

And it is time you were in bed.

Come along.

We shall come up

and hear your prayers.

This way, my dear.

Come on, Miss.

Thornfield is a fine old hall,

perhaps a little neglected,

but that could be remedied

if Mr. Rochester would come home.

Who is Mr. Rochester?

Why, he is the Master

of this house.

But you will never see him.

He never stops here.

Of course he does,

sometimes.

He brought you here,

didn't he?

But it is true,

he is usually away.

Miss.

Will we be very happy?

We shall work hard

and be content.

Goodnight, Adele. Say your prayers.

Goodnight, Miss Eyre.

Goodnight, Mrs. Fairfax.

Goodnight, Adele.

I'll not keep you up all night.

I m sure you'll want

to retire early.

And your room is just along here

near to Adele.

It is small, but I thought

you'd like it better

than the ones in front.

They're larger, but so solitary.

No one ever sleeps there.

One would almost say

if there was a ghost at Thornfield,

that would be its haunt.

Now, here is your room.

This is for me?

Why, is anything the matter?

Tomorrow I'll discover

this is a dream

from which I must awaken.

We are real,

and you are most welcome here,

most welcome.

Goodnight my dear. Sleep well.

Thank you, Mrs. Fairfax.

Up here

is the main gallery.

What a handsome place.

I had the windows opened

to let in the air.

Everything gets

so damp in rooms

that are seldom entered.

Let me show you

the rest of the house.

Here are the Master's rooms.

Is that Mr. Rochester?

Oh, no.

His father.

Why Mr. Rochester keeps it

here despite everything,

I do not know.

One of his strange ways.

His father and his brother

were very unfair to him.

Some would say barbarous.

He was the youngest son,

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