Devotion Page #7

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charming, little hypocrite.

And if I were to apologize,

I would be one too.

In that case, I think we

had better go home.

If that is your wish my dear.

I am sorry if I have

offended you, Carlotta.

Nevertheless, I shall remember

this evening with much happiness.

I shall remember it forever.

Oh Monsieur Heger, I know I've

been very young and foolish.

But I could bear that you

should regard me lightly.

But I do not.

Knowing you has been the

happiest experience of my life.

Carlotta.

You do care for me a little, don't you?

You are so very sweet, Carlotta.

How could I do otherwise?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Oh Emily, I've had such

a wonderful evening.

Whatever are you doing?

I've had a letter from Anne.

Branwell is terribly ill. We'll have

to go home at once, Charlotte.

Go home?

Yes.

Did Anne say so?

No, but I can tell from the tone of her

letter that that is what she meant.

Branwell is always being ill,

and he always recovers.

We should look very foolish if we rushed

home and found him perfectly well.

Branwell, to whom we owe our

education here .. is probably dying.

Now, get your trunk packed.

I shall do nothing of the sort.

You never liked this place, Emily. And

you're probably only too glad to leave.

But I have no intention of

giving up my education here.

The sooner you stop the form of education

in which you are indulging at this moment.

The better it will be for everyone.

I don't know what you are talking about.

But I refuse to sacrifice my career

for any hysterical whim of yours.

I'm going to ask Monsieur Heger.

What can I do for you, Miss Charlotte?

My brother is ill.

Oh .. that is sad.

Naturally you feel you

must return to England.

Emily thinks so .. I don't know.

I wanted to ask Monsieur Heger's advice.

I think that Monsieur Heger would

tell you that in matters like this.

One must ask the advice

of one's conscience.

In your case, I am sure it

would be a most reliable test.

You cannot wait to get

rid of me, can you?

You are a clever pupil and

a very satisfactory teacher.

Why should I want to get rid of you?

Because I love your husband.

All our girls love Monsieur Heger.

He has quite a way with him.

Is something the matter, Miss Charlotte?

Monsieur Heger, I told her. I had to.

You told her what, Miss Charlotte?

I told her of our love.

Mademoiselle Charlotte is upset.

She's had bad news from England.

Her brother is ill. So she and

her sister must go home.

I'm sure Emily over-exaggerates

the seriousness of the situation.

I don't think it will be necessary.

Miss Charlotte.

I have a great faith in your courage.

I shall not presume to advise you.

I think you know what you must do.

Monsieur Heger.

You won't send me away like this. I ..

I'm not sending you, Miss Charlotte.

It only seems wise that you go.

Now my dear, it is long

past your bedtime.

Goodnight, Miss Charlotte.

Now really, my dear ..

I've been wrong about almost

everything that really mattered.

I may even have been wrong

about poor Mr Nicholls.

Perhaps you were right.

Perhaps he did love me.

What do you think, Emily?

I think, Charlotte .. that

you've had a severe shock.

I also think.

That you will recover with a rapidity

that may astonish even yourself.

Look .. there's England.

"I was only going to say that .."

"Heaven did not seem to be my home."

"And I broke my heart with

weeping, to come back to earth."

"But the angels were so angry, they flung

me out into the middle of the heath."

"On top of Wuthering Heights."

"Where I woke, sobbing for joy."

That's as far as I've got.

Yes, it's all there, Emily.

All that need be told.

Perhaps a little more besides.

That's the kind of book I

should like to have written.

Oh, you could have written a

better book than this, Branwell.

You still could.

There is no need for that sort

of eyewash between us, Emily.

Of course, one thing is as clear

as daylight about the two books.

You are both in live with the same man.

Now don't get excited, my dear.

I don't expect that anyone but your

discerning brother will ever notice it.

Charlotte certainly won't.

She never sees an inch

beyond her aristocratic nose.

You are not attempting any

passionate denials, I notice.

I've never been able to

deceive you, Branwell.

You are giving it too

much thought, my dear.

What are you talking about?

That pretty view.

You haven't been looking

at all well lately.

You're imagining things, Branwell.

All the same, I should lose no time in

finishing that masterpiece of yours.

Try and get some sleep, Branwell.

Will there be noting

else today, Miss Bront?

Let me see.

We have some very

nice Brussels sprouts ma'am.

Sprouts?

Yes. Only tuppence a pound.

Yes, I think I will have ..

No, thank you, Mr Tripp.

Nothing more today.

Very well, Miss Bront.

Why, Mr Nicholls.

What a pleasant surprise.

It's a small world, isn't it.

I was on my way to the Vicarage to

return these chapters of your book.

Oh, then you may walk back with me.

And on the way back you can tell me

your truthful opinion of Jane Eyre.

How do you do, Mrs Hart.

How do you do, Miss Bront.

I'm sorry you cannot stay for tea.

I'm sorry too, Miss Bront.

Do you think you could spare the time to

see Branwell for a minute before you go?

Do you think that Branwell

would care to see me?

Of course.

Very well then.

Mr Nicholls.

Ever since my return I've done my best to

atone for my previous injustice to you.

You have been kindness itself.

Then what is it?

Whenever possible, you avoid me.

And when you cannot

avoid me you laugh at me.

Miss Bront.

May I say that .. I see

you for what you are.

And what you are pleases me.

And if I attempt to avoid

you or laugh at you.

That is my feeble defence.

But from what do you

wish to defend yourself?

From liking you too well.

Shall we go in?

I've a visitor to see you, Branwell.

Hello Branwell.

You are looking much better today.

Good afternoon, Miss Emily.

Good afternoon, Mr Nicholls.

It was good of you to come, Mr Nicholls.

But I am not ready to see a priest yet.

How do you feel?

Thanks to the forced confinement inflicted

on me by these charming jailers here.

I remain in very poor health, thank you.

Your charming jailers are quite as

anxious as you are for your recovery.

They too, would appreciate

a little more freedom.

The martyr's crown sits most uneasily

on that elegant brow of yours, Charlotte.

Then I surrender it, willingly .. to you.

I don't think these family exchanges can

be of amusement to Mr Nicholls, Branwell.

On the contrary.

I find Branwell's persistent attempts

to shock me most diverting.

I sometime think Nicholls,

that you regard my family ..

As a troop of players

performing for your benefit.

That shows how little you know me.

But beware lest one day you are called

on to play a part in our wretched story.

Wretched story? What nonsense, Branwell.

Oh come, Branwell.

Don't try and make a tragedy

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