Ext. A midsummer dawn. Thornfield the grounds

JANE

There is no debt.

ROCHESTER

I knew you would do me good in some

way. I saw it in your eyes when I

first beheld you. Their expression

did not - did not strike delight

into my very inmost being so, for

nothing. People talk of natural

sympathies... You.

Rochester is drawing her slowly closer. Jane, disconcerted,

is trying to resist.

JANE

Good night then, sir.

ROCHESTER

So you will leave me?

JANE

I'm cold.

ROCHESTER

Go.

At last, he relaxes his grip. She backs away. She goes.

INT. DAWN. THORNFIELD. JANE'S ROOM.

Jane is keeling on the windowsill, looking out at the

rising sun. She is lit by its glowing rays; inspired. It's

a rare feeling that prompts her mood, as new and unfolding

as the day itself - happiness.