INT. NIGHT. THORNFIELD - THE SECOND FLOOR.
Jane comes up the back stairs and on to the gallery, just
as the ladies start to issue from their rooms. She stands
back in a dark corner.
There is an approach of chatter; a subdued vivacity. A
flurry of multicoloured silks, lace and velvets go by. They
descend the staircase as noiselessly as a bright mist.
Jane steps out. She walks right into the path of Blanche
Ingram, who is dressed in white. They both startle.
JANE
Excuse me, miss.
Blanche gives her a look of ice. Rochester is at the top of
the stairs.
ROCHESTER
Good evening.
They both turn. Rochester has seen Blanche, not Jane. He
offers her his arm, his gaze full of admiration. Jane sinks
back into the shadows.
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