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survived that place so long.

You have

the look of another world.

When I saw you, I thought

of fairy tales and almost asked

if you'd bewitched my horse.

I'm not sure yet

it is she who is

responsible for my sprain.

There was ice on the road.

It caused your horse

to slip.

Perhaps.

I'm not sure yet.

Very well, Miss Eyre.

I bid you goodnight.

Adele.

Watch and listen.

You mean like this?

I have examined Adele.

You have taken great

pains with her.

She's not bright,

she's no particular talent,

yet she's made

much improvement.

She's worked hard.

You are teaching her piano?

Yes, sir.

Are you fond of music?

Do you play well?

I'm very fond of music.

I play a little.

Like any other

English schoolgirl.

Perhaps better than some,

but not...

well.

Adele showed me some sketches.

She said they were yours.

I don t know if they

were of your doing...

Perhaps some master helped you?

No one helped me, sir.

That wounds your pride.

These pictures must have taken

much time.

When did you do them?

In the last two vacations

I spend to Lokwood.

Did you copy them?

They came out of my head.

That head I see now

on your shoulders?

Yes, sir.

Has it other furniture

of the same kind within?

I think it may have.

Better, I hope.

Were you happy

when you painted them?

I couldn't paint what was

in my imagination.

I always wanted to achieve more.

You may have

insufficient technique...

but the thoughts are magical.

Ah, nine o clock.

Is Adele in bed?

Not yet, sir.

She should be in bed.

I don't approve of these late hours.

See to it, Miss Eyre.

I would do the edges darker.

His leg is better.

He will be going away soon.

Perhaps.

It will break my heart.

It s this one here.

Could you draw me his picture?

To always have him with me.

You examined me,

Miss Eyre.

Do you think me handsome?

No, sir.

There is something singular

about you. The air of a little nun,

quaint, quiet, grave and simple.

But when asked a

question, or makes a remark

to which you are obliged to answer,

you rap out a reply

which is at least brusque.

What do you mean by it?

Sir, I was too plain.

I beg your pardon.

I should have replied

that tastes differ.

That beauty is of little consequence.

Something about that sort.

You will endure my surliness

without being hurt.

Very few masters would trouble

themselves to enquire

if their employees

were offended.

You never laugh, Miss Eyre?

Never mind.

Let me see what my paid employee

has been drawing in her sketch book.

May I?

You have me utterly.

No, no, it's mine.

Come with me, Miss Eyre.

Adele, continue with your work.

And remember...

shadows are as important

as light.

Do you believe that?

What, sir?

That shadows are as

important as light?

I believe none of us is perfect,

I believe none of us is

without some fault to hide.

You are not naturally austere

any more than I'm naturally vicious.

I once had a heart

full of tender feelings.

But fortune has knocked

me about.

Now I'm as hard and tough

as an India rubber ball.

You think there is

there any hope for me?

Hope for what, sir?

My being transformed from rubber

back to flesh and blood.

Come, Pilot.

Is all well, my dear?

What a strange man!

So changeful and abrupt.

I suppose I've grown

accustomed to it.

And one has to make allowances.

Why?

Partly because it's his nature,

and none of us

can help our nature.

Partly...

family troubles.

He has no family.

There are painful memories

which are perhaps

best forgotten.

Well done, Adele.

Is that how mama

danced for you?

Precisely.

Exactly.

Now...

Off to bed.

Fairfax, take her out.

Oh no mesieur,

let me stay a while longer.

Let me dance again.

You heard me what I said.

Please!

Don't argue.

Do as you are told.

Come, Adele.

Come.

Well?

Treat me as you will,

but dont treat a child thus.

I will treat her

however I see fit.

When I look at Adele,

I see a miniature

of her mother.

The same...

beauty,

the same merciless charm.

She was an opera dancer.

I was not the first

to love her,

but she told me that I...

was Adele's father.

At the time I wanted

to believe that.

But one night, I found her in

the arms of a brainless viscount.

I left a bullet

in his feeble wing,

gave her my purse

and ordered heraway.

So...

perhaps you'll think

differently of the child.

Perhaps you'll soon be tell me

I should look for a new Governess.

Adele is not responsible

for her mother's faults.

Or yours.

Or mine?

What have I done but play

the village idiot?

You've made Adele

feel unwanted and unloved.

Why didn't she leave her in Paris,

where she was happy?

Because

her mother abandoned her.

When I looked around

I was all she had left.

And I do honor

my obligations.

However they were incurred.

No one can deny me that.

Goodnight, Miss Eyre.

Mr. Rochester!

Mr. Rochester, wake up!

Wake up, sir, please!

Is there a flood?

Come on, sir.

More water!

What happened?

I don't know.

I heard a strange laugh.

Grace.

Where are you going?

Stay here, don't move.

Wrap yourself in my cloak.

You're soaked.

Grace!

Open the door, Grace.

It was as I thought.

Grace Poole, sir?

Quiet so.

You should send her away.

Say nothing of this business.

I will answer for

all this.

You can go to your room,

There s nothing more to fear.

Goodnight, sir.

What?

Are you leaving me?

You told me to go.

Not in that brief, dry fashion.

Not without...

taking leave.

At least,

shake hands.

The roses had thorned.

You have saved my life.

I am in your debt.

There is no debt,

no obligation.

I knew you'd do me good

at some time.

I saw it in your eyes

when I first beheld you.

I'm glad I happened

to be awake.

What s the matter?

You re shivering.

I'm cold.

Cold?

You are cold?

Yes, sir.

Go then, Jane.

Go back to bed.

You call that clean?

You and I are going

to have words downstairs.

Good morning, Miss Eyre.

What happened?

The Master was reading

last night.

He feel asleep with a candle lit

and the curtains got on fire.

Luckily he woke up in time

to put the flames out.

Here you are.

Hang them.

Did nobody hear anything?

Did nobody wake up?

Perhaps

you heard something?

Yes, Grace... I did.

I heard someone laughing.

If I were you, Miss,

I'd get in the habit of bolting

my door when I went to bed at night.

Leah, that's one, and two...

Good morning.

Oh, Miss Eyre!

I supose you've heard about

the master's accident?

It is a mercy he wasn't burnt

in his bed. Leah!

Is he all right?

Yeah, well enough...

to be gone before breakfast.

Gone? Gone where?

Lord Ingram's,

the other side of Millcote.

There's quite a party

assembled there. Pillows.

Do you expect him back tonight?

Oh, no.

Nor tomorrow night either.

When these fashionable people get

together, they are in no hurry.

They may go to London

or the Continent.

Mr. Rochester may not be back

for a year.

He's quite a favourite

with the ladies.

Miss Blanche

has been at him for years.

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