Ext. A midsummer dawn. Thornfield the grounds

INT. DAY. THORNFIELD - THE HALL

Jane, walking through, finds herself in Rochester's arms.

She laughs as he raises her off the ground.

ROCHESTER

Is this my pale elf? This sunny

faced girl with the radiant eyes?

JANE

It is I, Jane Eyre sir.

ROCHESTER

Soon to be Jane Rochester.

JANE

It can never be, sir. Human

beings were not meant to enjoy

complete happiness on this earth.

It's too much like a fairy tale.

ROCHESTER

(KISSING HER)

Let the fairy tale begin.

INT. DAY. A HABERDASHER'S SHOP.

Rochester is rolling out reams of beautiful silks. Jane

gets more uncomfortable as she looks at them.

ROCHESTER

This morning I wrote to my banker

in London to send certain jewels.

In a day or two I hope to pour

them into you lap -