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 *-The first text in italics is the original text from Jane Eyre. The second is called Eshet Chayil or A Woman Of Valor. It’s a Hebrew prayer men sing to their wives on the Sabbath.

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“But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes — indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie for Adèle. Good-night, my” —- He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.

I watched her shadow disappear up the stairs and I knew that my plan was working.

I did not intend to hurt my Janet, only ensure that the love I had for her, she had for me.

They called her plain and poor; they mocked her openly. My Janet did not reveal the wounds they created, but I knew better. 

My Janet was worth more to me than any of them. Blanche Ingram could have had the dowry of the princess royal and I would prefer to remain a bachelor than be chained in matrimony to her.

All I wanted, all I saw was my Janet. I wanted to cover her in lace and silk, see her wearing the jewels that had been left to me by my mother.

On our wedding night, she would remove the pins that kept her hair up. I would kiss her tenderly; show her the true affection between husband and wife.

But she was unattainable to me, the one woman I wanted to call wife. The woman they would call my wife was a lunatic and I was her keeper.

I would find a way to marry my Janet, even if it meant deceiving the one woman I loved most in this world.

 “A woman of valor, who can find? Her worth is far above jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and nothing shall he lack. She renders him good and not evil all the days of her life. She opens her hand to the needy, and extends her hand to the poor. She is robed in strength and dignity, and cheerfully faces whatever may come. She opens her mouth with wisdom. Her tongue is guided by kindness. She tends to the affairs of her household, and eats not the bread of idleness. Her children come forward and bless her. Her husband too, and he praises her. Many women have done superbly, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a God-fearing woman is much to be praised. Place before her the fruit of her hands. Wherever people gather, her deeds speak her praise.”

First Steps

*-Naturally, the only character that is mine is James. The rest lovingly belong to Charlotte Bronte.

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 First Steps

Edward sighed, looking at the pile of papers sitting on the desk in front of him. At the moment, he had no patience for anything. But he knew that these were matters that had to be dealt with.

 Taking a shot of brandy, he hoped that a moments respite from his work might actually allow him to finish. He often observed his tenants; their lives seemed so much simpler than his own. They had no worries about paying employees, contracts or solicitors. They also did not have to deal with the partial loss of their sight, leaving him to rely on his wife when he could not deal with certain matters on his own.

 Then there was knock on the door.

 “Your son has a surprise for you” Jane said.

 His hands firmly wrapped into his mother’s, James took his first steps. After a few moments, Jane let him go. He didn’t travel very far before landing on the floor.

 “Papa” he grinned at his achievement, his smile revealing a partially toothy smile.

 Edward picked up his son, reveling in son’s achievement as the boy did. His son was walking. 

 “Papa, hungee”

 “What do you say?”.

 “Please” James asked in his own impish way.

 Jane started to reach for her son until her husband interjected.

 “Before you go, I wished to discuss something you”.

 “I’ll tell Sophie to start feeding him”.

 As if on cue, Sophie appeared and took James from his mother.

 “I was considering now that Adele is growing up, we should have her dowry set aside. Nothing too much, perhaps 5000 pounds”.

 “I think that is reasonable” Jane agreed.

 “And, how are you today, my dear?” Edward asked, focusing his attentions on his wife. His left roamed her growing abdomen. They would a second child by Christmas. The darkness and the secrets that had once shrouded Thornfield were being replaced by love and sounds of the newest generation of Rochesters.

 “I am well, Edward, there is no need to worry”.

 “The child?” he asked, the concern easily read on his face.

 “It is god’s hand, not our own” she tried to sooth his fears. This was not the first time his was over concerned for her health, his reaction to her first pregnancy was the same, love, anticipation, but also fear.

 “Younger women have died in childbirth” he could not fathom loosing her again, he had lost her once, of course he knew that was attributed to his own actions.  To loose her  would be a blow that would be impossible to recover from.

 “So have older women. The physician has confirmed that we are both in good health. I have given birth once, I can do it again”.

 He saw the warmth in her eyes and felt his worries disappear. She knew always knew what to say when his fears seemed to control him.

 Her hand grazed his cheek and for a moment, they were in their own world. The silence was broken by James’s wail when he Sophie feeding him was not what he wanted.

 Sighing, they both knew that this moment would have to be discontinued until later. Edward returned to his work and Jane return to their son. Watching his wife exit the room, he hoped that the day would end quickly and they could return to the moment when it was just the two of them.


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he entered the room meekly, pointing Adele to the direction of his guests.

 He had watched her closely since their first encounter on the road.  This was not the first time he was in love, but this girl was different.  He knew it was wrong, that he would hurt her in the end. But he had to know if she felt the same way.

 There’s a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye

Despite his wealth and his status, Edward Fairfax Rochester was lonely. The heartache of the betrayal of his father and brother still stung as if was yesterday and not fifteen years ago.

 And awakens the moment that you leave

 She seemed to understand his pain, to sooth the demons that continued to plague him.

Though I try to look away

 He told himself to find a woman who suited his status, a woman like Blanche Igram.

The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you’re next to me

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away

 But no matter how he told himself to look away, to find a woman of his status, his heart returned to the one female he knew he could not have. Externally, Blanche Ingram was everything he should seek in a wife. But he knew she was cold and was only seeking him for his money and his status, a concept which he detested.

So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds

The room was full, but he saw no one except her. She left the party as quietly as she entered, his footsteps echoing her own. Even in the darkness, he could see her pain, Lady Ingram’s remarks had hit their target.

  “How do you do?” he asked.

 “I am very well, sir.”

 “Why did you not come and speak to me in the room?”

 I thought I might have retorted the question on him who put it: but I would not take that freedom. I answered —

 “I did not wish to disturb you, as you seemed engaged, sir.”

 “What have you been doing during my absence?”

 “Nothing particular; teaching Adele as usual.”

 “And getting a good deal paler than you were — as I saw at first sight. What is the matter?”

 “Nothing at all, sir.”

 “Did you take any cold that night you half drowned me?”

 “Not the least.”

 “Return to the drawing-room: you are deserting too early.”

 “I am tired, sir.”

 He looked at her for a minute.

 “And a little depressed,” he said. “What about? Tell me.”

 “Nothing — nothing, sir. I am not depressed.”

 “But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes — indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie for Adele. Good-night, my — “He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left her.

 Of everyone and everything I see
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

She started to walk to her room and was surprised when instead of returning to the party, he followed her.

 “Mr. Rochester?” She asked, not expecting him to follow her.

 “Jane, I…” he stopped suddenly not knowing what to say.

 “Your company sir” she reminded him.

 “Do you think I give a whit about them, Jane?”.

 “I wouldn’t know, sir, I have never had any reason to have guests over”.

 He half smiled, that was his faerie, always to the point.

 “Edward…” Blanche Ingram’s voice drifted upstairs.

 “You should return to your guests and your bride sir”.

 “I am looking at her” he replied with a frankness that even surprised him.


 “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you–especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you–you’d forget me”.

 “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”

 She suddenly burst out, a show of emotion he had not seen before and he knew that for certain that his love was not one sided.

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

Edward Fairfax Rochester was not a passionate man, at least to the casual observer.  But few knew the man under the cold, polite façade and that moment, he cared not for what others thought of him, only of the faerie who stood before him. He did the one thing he knew would shock them all and he didn’t care. He kissed her.

Can you make them disappear?
Make them disappear

 To his delight, she responded to his kiss with a warmth not even he had anticipated.

 “Let’s get married tonight, no one else will know”.

 “It is late sir; I doubt the vicar would be awake”

 That was his Jane, always thinking logically.

 “Then tomorrow”.

“Yes” she agreed.

 There’s a pain that sleeps inside
Sleeps with just one eye
And awakens, the moment that you leave
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

 He forgot everything that moment, the only thing that mattered was that he had found his true match.

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

 Then the image dissipated. He watched her walk up the stairs to her room and hearing the voices of his guests, despite his heart, returned to his company.


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 The plan had been simple. The maid was easily startled and Thornfield seemed right of a gothic novel with its dark and mysterious corridors. It didn’t make much for Blanche to convince the girl to create the diversion. She knew where his room was, it would only take correct timing to ensure that her place as Mrs. Rochester would never be doubted.

 The maid screamed and as expected, all ran out of their room and Blanche came out of the nook leading to his room and joined the hysteria.

“Where the devil is Rochester?” cried Colonel Dent. “I can not find him in his bed.”

“Here! here!” was shouted in return. “Be composed, all of you: I’m coming.”

And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr. Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper story. One of the ladies ran to him directly; she seized his arm: it was Miss Ingram.

“What awful event has taken place?” said she. “Speak! let us know the worst at once!”

“But don’t pull me down or strangle me,” he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.

“All’s right!—all’s right!” he cried. “It’s a mere rehearsal of Much Ado about Nothing.” Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous.”

And dangerous he looked: his black eyes darted sparks. Calming himself by an effort, he added, “A servant has had the nightmare; that is all. She’s an excitable, nervous person: she construed her dream into an apparition, or something of that sort, no doubt; and has taken a fit with fright. Now, then, I must see you all back into your rooms; for, till the house is settled, she can not be looked after. Gentlemen, have the goodness to set the ladies the example. Miss Ingram, I am sure you will not fail in evincing superiority to idle terrors. Amy and Louisa, return to your nests like a pair of doves, as you are. Mesdames” (to the dowagers) “you will take cold, to a dead certainty, if you stay in this chill gallery any longer.”

What Blanche was unaware of is that Edward Rochester had other matrimonial plans; his plans included a young woman few in the party truly saw.

Some two months later, the summer sun started to disappear into the hills; Edward Rochester made his passionate declaration, of which the results were surprising even to him.

 “Come to my side Jane, and let us explain and understand one another.”

“I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and can not return.”

“But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry.”

I was silent: I thought he mocked me.

“Come, Jane—come hither.”

“Your bride stands between us.”

He rose, and with a stride reached me.

“My bride is here,” he said, again drawing me to him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”

Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous.

“Do you doubt me, Jane?”


“You have no faith in me?”

“Not a whit.”

“Am I a liar in your eyes?” he asked passionately. “Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not—I could not—marry Miss Ingram. You—you strange—you almost unearthly thing!—I love as my own flesh. You—poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are—I entreat to accept me as a husband.”

“What, me?” I ejaculated: beginning in his earnestness—and especially in his incivility—to credit his sincerity: “me who have not a friend in the world but you—if you are my friend: not a shilling but what you have given me?”

“You, Jane. I must have you for my own—entirely my own. Will you be mine? Say yes, quickly.”

“I cannot”.

“Tell me why not”.

“I saw Miss Ingram come out of your room the night Mr. Mason was injured”.

He saw the tears in her eyes; how his actions had hurt the one woman he loved most in the world.

“Jane, come here, please allow me to explain” he held out his hand to her.

“I cannot”

“Jane, come back”.

“I am sorry, Mr. Rochester, but I will not” he watched her back disappear as she ran back inside the hall.

For the next few weeks, she avoided him and took her meals with Adele and Mrs. Fairfax.

“Mrs. Fairfax, where has Miss Eyre gone to?”  Edward asked, she had not been seen since midday.

“I do not know, sir”.

“Is she in her room?’.

“I do not know” the housekeeper replied.

He walked towards her room and knocked on the door, she did not answer.

“I believe I saw Miss Eyre walking to Hay, she mentioned something of a letter that was waiting for her” Leah informed him.

“Tell John to saddle my horse”.

“As you wish, sir” Leah turned around to find John.

He found her on the lane returning from Hay.

“Why did you go alone, Janet?” he asked.

“I had a letter waiting for me”.

“You should have told me where you going, I would have at least send the carriage to take you”.

“The walk was reasonable; there was no need of taking the carriage”.

“Will you at least ride back with me?”.

“I can walk”.

“If that is what you wish, I will walk with you” he got off his horse and began to walk with her.

They walked for nearly 30 minutes in silence.

“You must know, Janet, I meant what I said. My heart, as well everything I own, is yours, if you will have me”.

“You know I cannot. In fact, I will be leaving”.

“Janet, you cannot be serious”.

“I am perfectly serious; my uncle has written to me, he is on death bed”.

“Where is this uncle of yours, you have never mentioned him before”.

“I only learned of him when I went to visit Aunt Reed, he had been searching for me while I was still at Lowood”.

“You would leave me, Jane, forever” Edward balked.

“You are a married man; I will not be your mistress”.

“I care nothing for Miss Ingram”.

“I am referring to your living wife, if I do not say goodbye now, I shall never say goodbye”.

“What wife? Have you heard speak of a wife? I have no wife, save for you, if you will only tell me that you will marry me”.

“You know I cannot”.

“Janet…” again he watched her enter Thornfield and go up the stairs toward her room.

Two days later, the carriage disappeared into Hay and away from Thornfield, the letter from her uncle, John Eyre in her bag.

“My dearest niece,

I must apologize for not being able to locate you sooner, as I was unaware of the fabrication of Mrs. Reed.

I feel I must explain my actions. Your late father and I did not get along as we should have as boys and quarreled often. One quarrel led our separation, which I now regret. My physician says that I am on my deathbed, which has led me to locate you. I am unmarried and without children and I wish to leave you all of my worldly possessions.

I have heard through channels that you are currently employed by Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall, whose reputation precedes him. I warn you Jane, keep your guard around him, for he is not what he seems. If he should propose marriage, I warn to decline, my contacts warn me that he has a wife living, though she is mad.

Please come dearest Jane, so I may see you with my own eyes and make amends for my past.

Yours, etc

John Eyre”

The next day, she was met by her uncle’s manservant at the dock in Portsmith, where a ship would take her to Madeira, where her new life would begin.

He would never know her tears, or the heartbreak of the lies he had created. But no matter how many years she lived or if she had the opportunity to marry for true affection, Edward Fairfax Rochester would forever live in her heart.


*-The only character that is mine is Henry Eyre. The rest respectfully belong to Miss Bronte.


 It had been five years since he had seen her. Their one night of marital bliss was more than he could ever imagine. She was unschooled, but a willing pupil. The morning it was over. Briggs was pounding on his door; the truth had come to light.

 Their marriage was annulled, when questioned if the marriage has been consummated; Jane denied that it has happened. She then fled Thornfield, for parts unknown, the letter waiting for him was short and to the point.

 “Do not search for me, I do not wish to be found. If God sees fit to reunite us, it is known to him. J.E.”

 He would have searched for her,  for Janet was the only woman he had ever truly loved.  But his wife, the madwoman he had been duped into marrying set fire to Thornfield before his search could begin. He was lucky to escape with his life, his only injury were minor burns which healed in a matter of months.

 In these five years, he sat alone at Ferndean, his hunting lodge, hoping and waiting for her to return. That was until he read a letter from Adele, who was in school just outside of London.

 “Miss Eyre is in London, she often visits as a benefactress”.

 This was his chance; he had waited five long years to know her location. This time he would locate her, set things right and do as they should have done, marry properly, without any censure.

 “Monsieur, you have come”.

 “I have, Adele”.

 “What a pleasant surprise, Mr. Rochester, I hope you have not come to bring Adele home” the headmistress greeted him.

 “No Madam, Adele will stay, I have come only to observe her, as well take care of business while I am in town”.

 “Will you join us for lunch….” The headmistress continued on when he heard a familiar voice.

 “Miss Eyre, you are leaving?” Adele pouted, turning her attention to her former governess.

“I must Adele, my uncle will expecting us within the hour”.

 “Us?” he asked himself.

 “Mama, mama!” the boy ran up to her and jumped into her arms.

 “There is a ghost, I have seen it” the boy’s eyes were wide in fear.

 “Henry, you must not tease the young ladies, they were only playing a prank on you, there is not such things as ghosts”.

 “Miss Eyre” he said pointedly.

 “Mr. Rochester”.

 The tension was broken by the servant’s announcement.

 “Your carriage is waiting outside for you, miss”.

 “Thank you, come Henry” taking her son’s hand she led him away.

 As the carriage rode away, she breathed a sigh of relief. That was the end of their reunion, her heart could move on.

 Five years ago, he broke her heart. Leaving Thornfield was the hardest decision she had ever made. Traveling for days on end, she was taken in by St. John Rivers and his sisters.  For a short time, it was as if they were family and it was to her great joy to discover that they were related.

 A letter had then arrived for St. John. Mr. Brigg’s the solicitor for their uncle, John Eyre, had been searching for Jane. His health was in decline, before his death, he wished to name Jane as his heir.

 Without a second thought, she traveled as fast as she could to Madeira. His recovery was slow, but in time, his health did return. She grew to love him as if he was her father.

 They were in London due to her uncle’s business, in addition to his health. His health had taken a bad turn, and it was the physician’s recommendation that town might be a better location.

 “Mama, who was that man?” Henry asked.

 “Never mind who it was” she replied.  What she didn’t know that their short reunion ignited his heart and he would not take no for an answer.

 Two days later, the housekeeper announced a visitor to the townhouse Jane shared with her son and her uncle.

 “Mr. Rochester”.

 “Miss Eyre…” he was searching for the right words when Henry ran up to her.

 “I am sorry, miss, he seems be quite active today” the maid apologized.

 “Mama, will you read to me?” Henry asked.

 “I shall be there in a minute” the maid took Henri’s hand and led him away.

 She seemed to read Edward’s mind and explained “He is a foundling left on our doorstep. I could not leave him to the streets, nor would I tempt his fate to a charity school. I am raising him as my own, he knows of nothing else”.

 “Then you are not married?”.


 “Pardon me, miss, your uncle is asking for you”.

 “Please, excuse me, Mr. Rochester”.

 “Uncle John, the physician warned you stay in bed” the old man leaned on the banner as he came down the stairs; Jane met him at the bottom of the stairs and guided him to his favorite chair in the study.

 “Nonsense, child, I have lived this long, besides, it is time I started to move around again. Now fetch me my brandy and my book”.

 Jane sighed; she had learned that stubbornness was an Eyre family trait. Acquiescing to her uncle’s wishes, she removed the book from the shelf and poured the brandy from the bottle.

 “Edward Rochester, sir, how do you do?” Edward walked over to the older man and promptly introduced himself.

 John begrudgingly shook the younger man’s hand.

 “You are the man whom employed my niece as the governess?”.

 “Indeed I was”.

 “You were also the one who attempted to marry her, despite the fact that your wife was still living at the time”.

 “Uncle please, do not over exert yourself” Jane stepped into the conversation, not liking where it was going.

 “I am simply asking the man a question, you cannot begrudge me that”.

 “Mama” Henry’s voice was heard from the nursery.

 “I am sorry, Mr. Rochester, my uncle needs to rest”.

 “Of course, I have business I need to attend to” he was led out by the housekeeper.

 Later that night, Jane left the nursery, she heard her uncle calling her name.

 “Jane, do you still have feelings for him?”.

 “No uncle, I do not”.

 “I only want to see you and Henry happy, my dear, whether it is with him or any other man”.

 “My feelings are not what they once were”.

 “I am happy to hear that, good night, Jane”.

 “Good night Uncle John”.

 As she climbed into her bed, she closed her eyes, wondering what it might be like to feel him sleeping next to her. But that was what might have been, not what was.

 He would never know how much she still loved him, nor would he know of the child she had once carried.

 Across town, as the sun dawned three days later, Edward woke from a pleasant dream.

 They had not made love, as was their custom most nights, they just slept. He awoke to find her sleeping against him, his face bathed in a waterfall of dark hair.

 His lips traveled up her face until they met hers.

 “Good morning, Mrs. Rochester” she turned to face him.

 “Good morning, Mr. Rochester”.

 When he opened his eyes, he was alone. But that would not be the case for long. Their first reunion was cool and polite, far from the heated embraces of their short month of engagement.

 There had to be a way to break from the controlled façade she put up. Then the boy’s face floated into his mind.

 The boy, Henry, who Jane referred to as her son. He was not sure if the boy was made of their union, but he would be the key to open her up again, to see the love he once saw in her eyes.

 As he approached the townhouse, there was a skip in his step and a whistle in his tune.

 The housekeeper opened the door to near chaos.

 “Henry, I am sorry, your uncle needs me at the moment, we can go out this afternoon”.

 “Mama, I want to go out now” he pulled on her skirt.

 “Mr. Rochester to see you, miss”.

 “I am sorry, Mr. Rochester, I am quite in the middle of something at the moment…” she started to explain.

 “Perhaps, I can take something off your hands?” he offered.

 “Mama” Henry again tugged on her skirt.

 “Henry, that is enough, I told you we can go out this afternoon, but I must finish what I am doing. If you cannot sit quietly, I will send you to your room. Do you wish that?”.

 “No mama” his eyes grew wide.

 “Perhaps this will help” Edward pulled out the toy sail boat that was hidden under his jacket. Henry eagerly grabbed for it.

 “Henry John” Jane scolded.

 “May I?” he unhappily handed the sailboat back to Edward.

 “Of course lad, why else would I have brought it?” the sailboat was returned to the boy’s willing hands.

 “Mr. Rochester, that was really not necessary”.

 “I saw in the toy store and I know Adele wouldn’t appreciate it. So I thought your boy might enjoy it”.

 “Mama, can we take it to the park?”.

 A small lake in Hyde Park had been designated for toy boat races; many a young man could be found with their father on a warm day eager to join the races.

 “Perhaps, Miss Eyre, if I could take the boy for the day, allow you to complete your tasks”.

 “Thank you, Mr. Rochester, but I will be done shortly”.

 “Mama, please” Henry begged.

 “Fine, but you must mind Mr. Rochester and do not make bother of yourself” Jane agreed as she bent down to help Henry with his jacket.

 “What time shall I have him home?” Edward asked.

 “Uncle John likes to have dinner by six”.

 “Six it is, come lad, before the day disappears”.

 “Mr. Rochester, why have you done this?” Jane asked as the carriage appeared.

 “For you, Janet” he whispered in a tone only she could hear. If they were alone, he would kiss her soundly and properly, but they were not alone and he knew it would much more than one kiss to once again secure her trust and affection.

 He didn’t see her cheeks color.

 Exactly at six o clock, the housekeeper let them in.

 “Well my boy, I hear you had quite the afternoon”.

   “I did, Uncle John”.

 Hours earlier….

 The path leading to the lake was crowded and Henry eagerly held onto Edward’s hand.

 “What a charming son you have, sir” an older woman commented as they passed by.

 “Thank you, madam” Edward replied, his pride swelling. It didn’t matter if the boy was made of them; Henry was meant to be their son.

“Are you going to marry my mama?” Henry asked, if as reading Edward’s mind. The boy was astute as much as his mother.

 “I will tell you something, my boy, but only if you would keep a secret. Can you keep a secret?”.

 “I can” the boy’s eyes grew wide.

 “Your mother is very important to me and while I have made mistakes, I intend to make up for them. Would you help me?”.

 “Yes, sir” Henry eagerly agreed.

 “Good, now lets see what she can do” placing the boy on his shoulders, Edward walked to where the boats were launched.

 “Mama, I think you should get married” Henry declared, entering his mother’s room.

 “And who, my love” she drew in him into her arms “shall I marry?’.

 “Mr. Rochester!!!”.

 “Mr. Rochester!” she declared “Of all of the men in England, you should like me to become Mr. Rochester’s wife?”.

 “Yes, mama, I would” Henry concluded.

 “Perhaps that shall come to pass, but in the mean time, you must go to bed”.

 “Good night, mama” she tucked him in and kissed him on the forehead before leaving his room.

Two days later, the maid delivered a post.

 “Miss Eyre, I have an invitation to the Lawrence ball next Tuesday. You and your uncle will be my honored guests, if you have no other engagements for that evening”.

 While Jane’s status as an heiress assured her place in society, attending balls was seldom occurrence, as she was still unsure if she would be accepted.

 “I think we should go.  It has been quite a while since I have been out and I think it is time that you should find that boy a father”.

 “Uncle John….”.

 “I meant what I said. If your heart has turned to him, then I will not interfere if you wish to marry Mr. Rochester. If you do not, I am convinced there will be other men. You are young Jane; I do not wish you to regret your decisions. Your son needs a father and you deserve to be happy”.

 “If you wish us to go, we shall go”.

 “Good; you shall get a new dress. It is time to live the heiress you are”.

 “Mama, you look pretty” Henry wrapped his arms around Jane’s neck as the maid finished preparing Jane for the evening.

 “Thank you, my love”.

 “Can I come?” he asked.

 “When you are older, you may attend all of the balls you like. Until then, you will go to bed on time and tomorrow I shall tell you all about it”.

 An hour later, they arrived at the Lawrence ball, where Edward eagerly waited.

 She walked in on the arm of her uncle and his heart stopped.

 His Janet was a beauty and now, all of London would know how beautiful she was. The dark green dress was a perfect foil for her dark hair.

 “Miss Eyre, Mr. Eyre”.

 “Well my dear, I believe I shall be in the library with the gentlemen. I will leave you in Mr. Rochester’s capable hands”.

 “You look beautiful, Janet. Tonight I shall share you with no one”.

 A slight blush came over her and he led her to dance floor.

 “Where did you learn to dance?”.

 “Uncle John thought it was appropriate for me to learn, though my dancing master often left quite frustrated”.

 “Then your dancing master did not do his job properly”.

 The orchestra completed the last set as he led her to an empty couch.

 “Mr. Rochester, had I known you were in London, my husband and I would have surely come calling. Miss Eyre, had I known you were an heiress, I would not have treated you as lowly governess”.

 The former Blanche Ingram, now Lady Leighton approached them as she had during her stay at Thornfield. Her words for Edward were honey, but to Jane, they were vinegar.

 “I have not been in London for a fortnight; I had no intention of staying beyond the completion of my business”.

 “Well, then, perhaps we will call before you leave town”.

 “Please excuse me, Mr. Rochester” Jane got up and quietly made her way to butler.

 “Please inform my uncle that I have a headache and I should like to return home”.

 John Eyre walked out from the drawing room where he was enjoying brandy and cigars with the other gentleman and walked over to his niece.

 “You should stay, Uncle John, I will be fine”.

 “Shall I send for the physician?” John asked.

 “No Uncle, I think perhaps sleep will help”.

 “If that is what you wish, my dear” he indicated for their carriage to be brought around.

 “Miss Eyre, is there something I can do?” Edward watched helplessly as once again, he foolishly did not stand up for the woman he loved as Blanche Ingram mercilessly attacked her.

 “It is nothing you can do, Mr. Rochester, but thank you for the invitation”.

 It was nearly a week before he called on her again, his business and his pride, expecting a tongue lashing for his callous behavior at the ball kept him away. When he arrived, he was led to the back of the house, where Henry played with the boat and Jane was immersed in her drawing.

 “Mr. Rochester to see you, miss”.

 Tentatively he sat down beside her, not knowing what she would say.

 “Mr. Rochester, can we take out the boat again” Henry promptly plopped himself on Edward’s lap.

 “Henry” Jane scolded.

“Please, I had ever so much fun”.

 “If your mother approves, my boy, I don’t see the harm”.

 “Mama, I’m hungry” Henry declared, turning to his mother.

 “Ask cook to make you something, but not too heavy. You don’t want to spoil your dinner…” before Jane could finish, he was already headed to the kitchen.

 “He is a charming boy, Jane; you have done well by him”.

 “He is my life; I cannot image what I would do with him”.

 “Did you ever, that is…when you left Thornfield…”Edward’s tongue suddenly seemed to be glued to his mouth, unable to ask what he truly needed to know.

 “I carried a child, but I bled while I was residing with my cousins at Moor House and it died. When Henry was left on our doorstep, I looked at him and I knew could not leave him to whatever fate had planned for him”.

 He knew her well, her heart was still broken and he knew the blame lay solely in his hands, he could only make things right. He took her hand in his, it felt comfortable; it felt right.

 “I want to marry you, Janet, properly, take you back to Thornfield. I know you love your uncle, but I cannot spend the rest of my life without you”.

 “What about Henry? I cannot leave him”.

 “Of course not, you are his mother and I would be his father. That is all he would know and that is what matters”.

 “Edward, you need a son and heir made your flesh and blood, not a boy left on the streets”.

 “We will have other children, Jane, that I am confident of. But what I want is to marry you”.

 “What of Lady Leighton?” Jane asked, the remarks still fresh in her mind.

 “Her society is not where I want to be. Had I known she was going to be there, I would  have not attended. She is as she ever was and I am sorry for her comments, but you are twice the woman she could ever be”.

 “What’s Thornfield?” Henry returned his hands full of crumbs.

 “Thornfield is my home; it was my home until it burnt to the ground. However, I would like to rebuild it”.

 “Can we go visit, Mr. Rochester?” Henry asked eagerly.

 “I will do you one better, lad. My goal is to rebuild Thornfield, marry your mother, should she accept me and one day leave Thornfield to you, if you wish”.

 “Yes, please, Mr. Rochester”.

 “Well, Janet, what do you say?” Edward asked.

 She looked at the pair of them, Henry and Edward. The truth was that Jane did miss Edward and if he had not sought her out, she would have remained single for the rest of her life. These two were her life; she could not see her life without either of them.

 “Yes, Edward, I will marry you”.

 Their kiss, was sweet and short, interrupted by Henry running into the house, announcing to all that his mother was to marry Mr. Rochester.

 In his study, John Eyre studied his niece and her fiancé.

 “Well, my dear, I cannot pretend that this is a surprise. I saw it in your face the moment he walked in” he then turned to Edward “My niece has been through much in her short life, I only hope sir, that you can provide her with means for happiness and of course, the opportunity to visit”.

 “There will be a room waiting for you, sir, whenever you wish to come”.

 They were married in the little church in Hay six weeks later, with only Henry, John, Adele and Mrs. Fairfax as witnesses.

 As the years passed, they had three more children, buried both Mrs. Fairfax and Uncle John and watched as Adele married.

 “What do you think, mother?” Henry entered his mother’s study some twenty years later. Today was his wedding day, the young lady who was to be her daughter in law was the niece of the local magistrate. 

 You look very well, Henry”.

 “Janet, the carriage is arrived, we cannot have Henry be late for his own wedding” Edward walked in on the cane that had become his walking companion since his knee gave out two years before.

 “We are ready, Edward”.

 Henry listened to his parents as they walked behind him.

 At age sixteen, his parents had revealed his true parentage. His reaction surprised them.

 “I have always known that”.

 “You are not upset?” Edward asked.

 “No, you and mother have treated me as if I was made of you. I do not know the reason why I was abandoned, but providence chose you to raise me and for that, I am forever grateful”.

 An hour later, Jane’s arm was tucked in Edwards as their son repeated his vows. It was Henry that had brought them together, but it was their undying love that would keep them together.


*-Broken-By Seether-One of my favorite songs

 *-Of course, I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own this song.

 *-Thank you to Tracey for beta reading for me.

 *-Reviews are always welcome 


 Edward Fairfax Rochester sat in his room in Ferndean, a broken man. He had lost everything. Thornfield was gone, destroyed by the fire set by his mad wife, Bertha. His sight was gone, his eyes marred by the fire.

 But that was not the worst of his heartache. His Jane, his faerie, his muse was gone. He knew why she had to leave; it was his own actions that caused her to flee. He knew his behavior had been deplorable and hurtful, but he loved her too much to allow the truths of his past to ruin her future. He was driven to ensure that his secret shame would never be revealed. But like all truths, they come out eventually.

 Their acquaintance had been less than a year, but in that short time, his attitude had shifted from dark and moody to hopeful.  He hoped that the peace he coveted would reawaken in the future he imagined for himself with her by his side.

 I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh

 He had seen her smile, the warmth emanating out her brown eyes. It melted him the coat of indifference in which he wrapped himself in all of those years ago.

I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

 She told him of her experiences at Lowood and the treatment she had received while living at Gateshead. He wanted to make the years of mistreatment and pain disappear, to give her the life and the love that she deserved.

I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well

She protested his purchase of gowns for her, but he knew they would put a smile on her face. On the day of their wedding, glowing in the white gown, the nervous smile on her face gave away her true emotions.  That image would haunt him for the rest of his life.   It was the day he destroyed her innocence and his own chance for redemption.   He had expected misfortune to arrive in some form or fashion as that was his punishment for his mistakes.  But innocence and hope, qualities, so rarely found in his jaded life, indeed in this ever evolving world, he knew could never be restored or replaced.

 I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

He yearned to see her smile again; the way she responded to his kisses overwhelmed his senses.  He wanted to assure that his heart was hers and hers alone. But the lies had robbed him of so much in his 37 years, now they had taken his one chance at real happiness.

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away

 He needed her warmth, her honesty and counsel in all matters.  Without those, his life felt useless and empty. Once again, he returned to the sullen and bitter man he’d become so long ago. He realized that he had not true conception of love until he met her. She had brought love and laughter to him, feelings he had not felt in many years.  But with that came the yearning to protect her at the expense of anything or anyone, himself included. 

Closing his eyes, he dreamed that she was walking through the door.

 “Edward?” she asked, her voice filling the room and his heart.

 “Jane?” he reached for her in the darkness.

 “Here” her fingers caressed his face as he pulled her into the seat. The darkness disappeared as he reveled in her warm caress.  His heart, he once thought dead, began to beat again the way she so eagerly responded to his kisses.

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

 “Jane, I…” there were no words to explain the guilt he felt.

 “Hush Edward, all is forgiven”.

 She kissed him again and he forgot the past, only knowing that the one thing he wanted in life was next to him.

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away

Opening his eyes, he hoped that she was there. But she wasn’t and he was alone.

‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away


*-These characters are the sole property of Miss Bronte. Only John Rochester is my creation.

*-Thank you to Sarah (MrsBates93) for again Beta Reading.

*-Please review.



The theater is nearly full as the ushers announce that the play is about to begin. We are making our way to the family box, when I see him.

 Edward Fairfax Rochester, master of Thornfield Hall. The man I should be married to.

He is being led by his wife, the former governess of his bastard ward. She is of no consequence. Her fortune is small, her beauty and connections are wanting.

Mama warned me that I should claim him while I had the opportunity. I scoffed at my mother’s advice; I told her then I had plenty of time and plenty of men to choose from. I should have known better.

When news spread throughout the county that Thornfield had burnt down to nearly nothing and Mr. Rochester was not single, I counted my blessings. He was too old for me, far from handsome and blind. I remembered my dislike of Thornfield, how dark and dreary it was.

After six months, the local newspapers announced that Edward Rochester had married again, to his governess. The former Miss Jane Eyre had become an heiress worth £5000 through a long lost uncle. Within two years Thornfield was being rebuilt and an heir was born.

Mr. and Mrs. Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall in Derbyshire announce the birth of a son. John Edward Eyre Rochester was born a fortnight ago, mother and child are both well”.

 Our traitorous neighbors decided to visit Thornfield. They reported that Mrs. Rochester was amiable and cheerful while young Master Rochester was the highlight of the party.

 “I told you to take him while you had the chance. Now he is married with an heir and you are upon your thirtieth birthday without a husband in sight” Mama once again berated me.

“Enough, Mama,” I said but she continued on almost as if she hadn’t heard me. I ignored her.

As we made our way toward them, I put on my politest smile.

“Mrs. Rochester, Mr. Rochester”.

“Miss Ingram”.

“Right this way, ma’am” the usher opened the door to the Rochester’s private box.

As they walked in, I could see that Mrs. Rochester was again with child.

I could have been her. Thornfield and her children could have been mine. But I am not her and while she has everything I would ever want, I will never be her.

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