Ext. A midsummer dawn. Thornfield the grounds

INT. NIGHT. MOOR HOUSE - JANE'S BEDROOM.

Jane closes the door. She puts her hand across her lips.

The icy kiss has agonised her with the full force of her

loneliness. She curls up in a ball, desperate.

EXT. EVENING. MOOR HOUSE - THE GARDEN.

A glorious summer sunset. Jane is digging at a flower bed,

putting all her passion into the task. She is flushed with

exertion. St John watches.

ST JOHN

You are wasted here.

JANE

Am I not being useful?

ST JOHN

You should look beyond Moor

House, beyond the selfish calm

and comfort of affluence.

JANE

Beyond to what?

ST JOHN

I go to India in six weeks.

JANE

So soon? -

St John draws Jane away from her work.

ST JOHN

I can see what your gifts are and

why they were given. Come with me.

Jane is utterly crestfallen.