Ext. A midsummer dawn. Thornfield the grounds

JANE

Enough of love?

ST JOHN

Yes, quite enough.

JANE

St John, I scorn your idea of

love. I scorn the counterfeit

sentiment you offer and I scorn

you when you offer it!

St John is mortified. A slow rage begins to boil in him.

ST JOHN

I've uttered nothing that

deserves scorn.

JANE

Forgive me but the very name of

love is an apple of discord

between us. My dear cousin,

please abandon your scheme of

marriage.

ST JOHN

No; and if you reject it, it's

not me you deny but God.

Jane is stung. St John has turned from her. His face is icy

in the moonlight.

JANE

Do not be angry with me please.

It makes me wretched. I want us

to be friends.

Jane Eyre adapted by Moira Buffini March 2008 111.

ST JOHN

We are friends. I hope we can be

more.