Pride and Prejudice of Jane Eyre

When he returned to the house, it was just in time for lunch, and Mr. Rochester resumed his lofty manor lord posture, nodded to Jane Eyre and went to the dining room.Jane Eyre, as always, did not want to eat at the same table as the "master", and the British cuisine in this era was really not to my taste, and she still kept the health-preserving habit of "eating less for dinner" in her previous life.She went to the kitchenette, got some bread, water and coffee and went back to her room.

A conversation with Mr. Rochester did not disturb her mind.Unlike the original Jane Eyre, she didn't know anything, so she naturally wouldn't be curious about a melancholy and kind-hearted elderly gentleman.Rather than saying that she was worried about Mr. Rochester, she was more worried about Mr. Rochester's wife upstairs arson in the middle of the night.She's been here for nearly two months, and apart from hearing a wild, maniacal laugh the first week, after which they seem to have been sternly warned, Jane Eyre has only occasionally seen dodging at the turn of the stairway The corner of the skirt, the soft rustling sound of the door in the middle of the night.

But this conversation with Mr. Rochester made her let down her vigilance and was raised.As Mrs. Fairfax remarked, Mr. Rochester had never been here for more than two weeks, and this time it had been up to six weeks.They did not completely restrict Bertha's personal freedom. Bertha must know that Mr. Rochester has lived here for a long time.In terms of her mental state, something could happen at any time.

After Jane Eyre finished writing her novel, checked grammar and spelling, she stuffed the notebook into a drawer.When she finished her bread and coffee, she put the plates and coffee cups on a tray and took them downstairs to the kitchenette.Jane Eyre walked out of the kitchen, and when she passed the door of the living room, she saw from the corner of her eye that Mr. Rochester was half lying on the couch just like the first day he came, watching Adela and Pilot playing in front of the fireplace, lips There was a cigar in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

He found Jane Eyre standing at the door and nodded, which was regarded as a greeting.Jane Eyre saluted and went upstairs.

She took out her notebook again and pondered until midnight.After washing, she lay on the bed and was recalling the conversation with Mr. Rochester today when she suddenly heard a strange and sad murmur.Since the head of the bed was near the door, it sounded like the devil was whispering to her pillow.

She was startled, and immediately sat up, with her ears pressed against the door, trying to find out what was going on outside. "Is that her?" she thought.At this moment, her door was knocked, and because her ears were pressed against the door, the originally small voice was very clear.She guessed that Bertha was groping her way through the darkness, leaning on the wall.Thinking of this scene, Jane Eyre had goosebumps all over her body.

After a while, Jane Eyre felt the sound of something falling. She had a bad intuition, but she didn't dare to open the door immediately. She was not sure that she would be able to defeat the last mad woman and save Mr. Rochester.

As planned before, she hurriedly brought two buckets of water to the door to ensure that if there was a fire, she could put out the fire as soon as possible, and put her ear against the door again.At this time, she heard a burst of rapid but dull footsteps and heavy panting, passing by her door and going upstairs.She guessed that Bertha was barefoot.

Without further ado, Jane Eyre opened the door immediately and poked her head outside. Sure enough, there was a fallen candlestick on the mat.The flames have spread.Jane Eyre immediately picked up a bucket of water and put out the fire in the aisle.Suddenly there was a creaking sound, it was a slightly open door, and smoke drifted out from the crack in the door.Jane Eyre quickly brought another bucket of water and called for help.The servants, however, did not live in the house, they lived in the low room at the back of the house.

Jane Eyre rushed into Mr. Rochester's room, the fire had set the curtains ablaze, and Mr. Rochester had been fainted by the thick smoke.She quickly took out a handkerchief, wet it, covered her mouth and nose, and stuck it on her face like a gangster in a period drama.Jane Eyre immediately poured the water from the bucket on Mr. Rochester, then rushed to his basin and jug, and poured the water on the fire and the bed.

Thankfully, at this point Rochester was finally tossed awake: "Are you trying to drown me?" he yelled.

"No, sir! It's a fire!" Jane Eyre had no time to explain, and hurried back to the room. The fire was not completely extinguished at this time, and she thought that there was still some water in the basin in her room.

Mr. Rochester looked at the scene in front of him, and quickly understood what to do.He tore off the soaked quilt and threw himself on the tongue of fire, when Jane Eyre came back with a basin and poured water on the last flame.

The fire was completely extinguished, and Jane Eyre was exhausted, she fell back on the wall, tore off the wet wipes from her face, and gasped heavily.Mr. Rochester was drenched all over, he casually picked up the dressing gown that hung over the back of the chair and put it on his body.

"Jane Eyre! What's going on here!" Jane Eyre slowed down, and couldn't see Mr. Rochester's face clearly in the darkness.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the candle." Without waiting for his response, Jane Eyre rushed back to her room, lit a candle and came over.Only then did I see the mess in the room: the floor and the bed were soaked, the carpet had burnt black marks, and the pillars of the four-poster bed were also burnt black.

Jane Eyre explained what happened just now, listening to Jane Eyre's words, Rochester frowned.He strode out, picked up the dropped candlestick in the aisle, and saw the pattern on the candlestick clearly by the candlelight in Jane Eyre's hand.

"Need to call Mrs. Fairfax?" asked Jane Eyre.

"No need, she made a big fuss when she came here. I can't help you. Don't call anyone. Aren't you cold?" Mr. Rochester opened his closet, found a cloak and handed it to her, "You put on mine first. Cloak - don't go, you stay here, I'll go to the third floor to have a look."

He picked up the candle in Jane Eyre's hand and went.With his departure, the room where the fire had just occurred was also darkened.Once again Jane Eyre could not see clearly.Thornfield Manor on a winter night was indeed very cold. When Jane Eyre just put out the fire, her body was unavoidably wet. She wrapped her coat tightly around her body and opened the window after thinking about it.Mr. Rochester's room smelled of burning, which made people very disturbed.

Even though she had expected this event a long time ago, she was still a little uneasy and scared after it just happened.What made her feel even more uneasy was that even though she knew so many things, she was powerless, and she couldn't change anything.When she saw Mr. Rochester fainted on the bed, surrounded by fire, she could not help feeling frightened.She knew that the entire Thornfield Manor would be burned by Bertha in the end, and Mr. Rochester would injure himself with one arm and lose his eyes because he wanted to save Bertha when she jumped off the building.

Thinking about these things, the cold winter night gave her goose bumps.Just when she felt overwhelmed and wanted to leave, the candlelight turned from far to near.

Mr. Rochester came back with a gloomy face: "I have investigated clearly." He looked at Jane Eyre and saw that she buried herself in his cloak and did not stand in the water, but she was still shivering from the cold, maybe she still Frightened, his face paled slightly: "I think you know Grace Poole—yes, that's the woman who does needlework." He didn't know what to say, and walked a few steps irritably, "Go back and rest first , leave it to me here. I will explain the specific situation to you next time."

Jane Eyre nodded reasonably, untied the cloak, and handed it to him.Planning to turn around and leave.

"Wait!" Mr. Rochester called to stop her, and put the cloak on her shoulders again.

Jane Eyre froze, and looked back at him, not knowing why.

"...it's nothing, you go." said Mr. Rochester, "I haven't thanked you yet...you saved my life!"

"Sir, it's too late, I thought you intended to talk about it tomorrow." Jane Eyre tugged on her thin pajamas, feeling a little embarrassed after she calmed down.

"Ok."

"I, I thank you again, you sacrificed your life to save my life, but you didn't ask for anything, it's so strange."

Jane Eyre glanced at him, "I'm glad I heard her voice, but I'm sorry, I didn't dare to come out early—I thought it was a ghost."

"Yes! She is indeed a 'ghost'!" Mr. Rochester's lips trembled, and he closed his eyes inexplicably.

"I think I should go back, sir." Jane Eyre tugged on the cloak, and the heavy cloak was precariously draped over her shoulders.

"I'm not just saving you, sir." Jane Eyre said calmly, "I'm also saving myself. After all, if the fire burns, the whole Thornfield will suffer. You don't have to... feel sorry."

"There may be some things you don't want to tell me now, and you have no obligation to explain them to me. But I know there must be some reason for it. Thornfield is not just you and me, sir. You may also want to do it for Adele, Fairfax Mrs. Cox, Leah, John and his wife are thinking about it, and they are also helping you." Jane Eyre thought it was possible to remind that woman of her danger.

"Jane, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. I also appreciate your respect for my privacy. If I have the chance, I may tell you. This is the last black spot of my moldy, dirty memory." Rochester mr whispered.

"Say it again, good night, sir." Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester looked at each other.He turned around and went back to the room.

She did not see the struggle, pain and restraint in Mr. Rochester's eyes looking at her.