Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

Facing the morning light, Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester walked slowly towards the house.Neither of them spoke, only the sound of footsteps on dead branches.On the horizon, the rising sun showed a corner, dyeing the sky a brilliant golden orange.

It was the middle of winter, and the dawn was late.In the distance, Jane Eyre could already hear the early servants cleaning, lighting a fire and cooking, and started their day's work.The guests were still asleep in their dreams from the joy of the previous night.

This time, Mr. Rochester did not stride in front of her like last time. Instead, he kept the same speed as her gentlemanly, walked beside her, and seemed to want to talk to her.

"Are you very sleepy? Miss Jane." "It's okay." Jane Eyre looked up at the person next to her. "You want to talk to me?"

"Yes - you are always so direct!" His tone had a trace of imperceptible joy, "Let's go and sit in your secret territory." Jane Eyre nodded noncommittally.

They didn't go further towards the house. Mr. Rochester led her to turn a corner and entered an imperceptible path, which directly led to the small pool.

"It used to be the place where I exiled myself when I was young." Mr. Rochester sat on the big rock familiarly, bent down to pick up a palm-sized piece on the ground, and smashed it into the pool childishly.A small hole was broken in the ice surface, and with a few clicks, several lines were cracked.

Jane Eyre had no place to sit, so she had to stand beside him.Mr. Rochester was sitting on the boulder, just at eye level with her.

"The last time I played like this, I never imagined that fate would play such a joke on me." He looked at the ice surface, his face was very calm, completely without the despair of losing control the night before, "Are you afraid last night? Miss Jane. Just a wall away from that lunatic, and the not weak man in front of her is also her defeat."

"You are locked, sir. Besides, Mrs Poole is here. I am not afraid," replied Jane Eyre.She also imitated him, picked up a stone, and threw it towards the ice, but her strength was too weak, the not-so-thin ice was not pierced, and the stone still bounced off it.

When Jane Eyre picked another bigger piece, she smashed it hard, and the ice cracked.Mr. Rochester observed her childish movements sideways, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "Yes, you are not a lady! A lady is not so bold."

"You're not the first to say this about me. Can I take this as a compliment, sir?" Jane Eyre couldn't help showing a smile. "Of course it's a compliment!" Mr. Rochester looked at her, "Then who is the first one?"

"Your friend, Mr. Darcy."

"Oh! Mr. Darcy!" Mr. Rochester raised his eyebrows and fell silent.

"What? Aren't you friends?" Jane Eyre asked curiously.

"His father is my friend. He is a kind and generous man, always with a good heart. I once went hunting alone on horseback when I was most frustrated, and was wounded by a wolf, and my blood flowed It was all over the ground—it couldn’t be better than what you saw yesterday, just when I thought I was really going to see God, and even felt a little relief, he saved me.” Mr. Rochester recalled, his The speed of speech became very slow, "He is a gentleman who always makes people happy."

"What about Mr. Darcy, then?"

"Little Mr. Darcy is not the same as his father." Mr. Rochester showed a nostalgic expression, "Ah! He is just like me when I was young--by saying this, I seem to have the meaning of an elder--naturally arrogant , although he also has his reasons. After all, he is the only heir to such a big Pemberley Manor. He has a happy family. This is where we are different. But the bubble of happiness is often fleeting. People, old Darcy and Mrs. Darcy passed away one after another, leaving only him and his young sister."

"In this way, Mr. Darcy's melancholy is also justified." Jane Eyre said in a low tone, "His melancholy can make ladies and wives feel distressed, and of course his arrogance also makes them shy away."

"Hmph! Young man." Mr. Rochester snorted coldly, "Are you interested in him too? Miss Jane."

"Do not--"

"Then I'll take it as the truth." Mr. Rochester quickly changed the subject, "Then, let's talk about that Miss Ingram, she is the focus of the audience." His tone was not without irony.

"Hmmm... it's back to the question, in what capacity do you want me to speak?"

"Miss Jane, you always like to play tricks like this!" He laughed loudly, "Then, as a governess first!"

Jane Eyre smiled slightly, and felt that the "identity" question that she often raised was very interesting: "From the perspective of a tutor, if she becomes the mistress of Thornfield Manor, then I have to get along with Adele as soon as possible. Leave! Of course, you are fully responsible."

Mr. Rochester did not respond to her, but said again: "As my - 'friend'?"

"Then I can only advise you to disappoint her as soon as possible. Oh! You said 'friend'! I have not had time to thank you for saying so in the presence of Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Rochester waved his hand and said indifferently: "You are direct today!"

"Sir, it's for your sake as well as hers. First of all, Mrs. Mason! This is the most important person! I'm sorry to mention her again. She's still in Thornfield for a day—" Jane Eyre felt that she had made a slip of the tongue , but the words have come to this point, and I can only bite the bullet and continue, "You will not have a new Mrs. Rochester. As for Miss Ingram, you must have known her mind, and even the servants I can’t say that I don’t know anything about it anymore, but as I said before, if she becomes Mrs. Rochester, with her “magnanimous” mind, Adele and I will have to find another place to go.”

Mr. Rochester didn't speak. He looked at the lake, looking both dazed and thinking.Jane Eyre had no choice but to add: "Talking about others behind their backs really makes me ashamed! Sir."

Mr. Rochester remained silent.Jane Eyre pursed her lips, she was also used to the sudden silence and fickle attitude of the manor owner.The surroundings fell into silence. Occasionally, a jackdaw in the distance uttered a few mournful cries, and its wings knocked away the dry branches.There was a crackling sound from the ice surface that Mr. Rochester had smashed open with a stone, and the cracks became bigger, some pieces of ice fell down, and several small pieces of ice were separated from the entire ice surface and floated up and down.

"It's getting late." Mr. Rochester got up and shook his robe, "Go back." Jane Eyre was already shivering from the cold. She stomped her feet, caught up with the inconsiderate Mr. Rochester who started to stride again, and ran towards the mansion.

When entering the house through the side door, I happened to meet Mrs. Fairfax who was walking towards the dining room with a richly colored vase in her hand.She was instructing the servants to arrange the tableware one by one, and to burn the fire in the fireplace more vigorously.They said good morning to each other, and Mrs. Fairfax was surprised to see them walking together.Jane Eyre couldn't explain anything, after all, she took the initiative to open up the ambiguity, but she seemed to have other plans.

"The guests are all up, and the kitchen is ready. Dinner can be ready anytime," reported Mrs. Fairfax to her master. "Their dry food is also being prepared, and it can be delivered to their carriage before noon."

"The guests are leaving today?" Jane Eyre never expected, she thought it would be a while.

Mr. Rochester nodded, walked into the dining room, and said to Mrs. Fairfax: "Inform the guests to have breakfast! Miss Jane helped me a lot last night, and give Adele a day off." Mrs. Fairfax did not know what riddles they were talking about, but she was not a talkative person, and only complied.She gave Jane Eyre a look, motioning her to find a chance to explain clearly to her.

Jane Eyre bid farewell to them and returned to the room.

After a whole night of sleepless nights and a long time in the cold wind, she faintly felt that she had a headache.He touched his forehead, and it was really hot.She drew the thick curtains to block out the increasingly warm sunlight, rang the bell, and asked the maid to bring hot water. After pouring herself a big bottle, she nestled under the quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, the room was completely dark.For a moment, Jane Eyre didn't know what time it was, and thought she woke up early before dawn.She groped in the dark, took out a candle and matches from the bedside table, and lit them.The weak light actually made her a little bit hard to keep her eyes open, and it took her a while to regain her senses. She swallowed and found that her throat was surprisingly sore. 'Sure enough, I have a fever and a cold. ' she thought.

Sitting up against the head of the bed, I felt pain all over my body, as if I had been run over.A cold is not a good sign in this day and age.If it is not done well, it will easily turn into pneumonia.And if the pneumonia is not treated well-this is a common situation without the superb medical skills of later generations-it will become a more serious tuberculosis.Many people died of tuberculosis.

Jane Eyre tried her best to prop herself up and rang the bell.She hadn't eaten for more than a day, and she was exhausted. She heard footsteps in the corridor, leaned on the wall, and tried her best to put down the latch, but she couldn't hold on anymore and passed out.

Jane Eyre heard the maid's scream in a daze, and felt herself being shaken vigorously, but she really had no strength left.Those people still moved themselves to the bed, and gradually fell into darkness.