Ext. A midsummer dawn. Thornfield the grounds

ROCHESTER (O.S.)

There you are.

Jane turns. Rochester is sitting on the stile where they

first met. For a moment, her every nerve is unstrung.

ROCHESTER (CONT'D)

Just like one of your tricks to

steal into your home along with

the twilight. Where the deuce

have you been this last month?

JANE

I have been with my aunt sir, who

is dead.

Rochester laughs.

ROCHESTER

A true Janian reply. If I dared

I'd touch you, to see if you were

real...

Jane puts out her hand. Rochester takes it. He helps Jane

over the stile.

ROCHESTER (CONT'D)

Go home - stay your wandering

feet at a friend's threshold.

Jane lets go of his hand.

JANE

Thank you Mr Rochester. I'm

strangely glad to get back again to

you. Wherever you are is my home.

Jane, knowing she has said too much, turns and runs over

the fields towards Thornfield.