제인에어를 통해 본 로맨스 드라마의 정석

My coach arrived at the 'George Inn' in the evening when the Milcote town clock was just striking eight.

I looked round, but could see no one to receive me.

What life was waiting for me, an orphan, a poor governess without any connection, at Thornfield? And how could I get there?

I rang the bell.

 

 

 

“Is there a place near here called Thornfield?”

I asked the waiter who answered the bell.

“Thornfield?” He said.

“I don’t know, ma’am, but I’ll ask at the bar.”

He returned immediately.

“Is your name Eyre?”

“Yes .”

“There’s a person here waiting for you.”

In the lamp-lit street I dimly saw a two-wheeled cart with one horse.

“This is your luggage, I suppose?” A man standing by the cart said, and put my trunk on it.

“How far is it to Thornfield?”

“About six miles.”

“How long does it take to get there?”

“An hour and a half, I suppose?”

I was going to see a Mrs.Fairfax. Three weeks before, I had put the following advertisement in the newspaper:

“A youg lady, experienced in teaching children, wants a situation in a private family. She can teach the usual branches of a good English education, together with French, drawing and music.

 

 

Adress:J.E., Post Offic, Lowton, -shire.”

Only one reply came to my advertisement:

‘If J.E. Can give proof of her character and ability, a situation can be offered where there is only one girl under ten years of age. J.E. Is asked to send statements about her character and ability, name and address to Mrs.Fairfax, Thornfield, near Milcote, -shire.”

 

 

“You are not far from Thornfield now,” the driver said suddenly.

I looked out and saw many lights marking a village on a hillside. About ten minutes later, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates.

Mrs.Fairfax turned out to be exactly what I had expected her to be, only less stately and milder looking.

“How do you do, my dear?” She said, coming offered thanks to God.

 

 

2.

 

I was to tired in body and mind that I soon fell asleep. When I awoke, it was broad day.(환한 아침?)

My room looked very bright when the sun shone in between the gay blue curtains and showed me papered walls and a carpeted floor. They were so unlike the bare planks and dirty plaster of my Lowood charity school that I felt as if a fair life were beginning for me.

순정 로맨스에는 예쁘지는 않지만 사랑스러운 여주가 등장한다.

 

 

 

I dressed myself with care. As I was not beautiful, I always took care to look as well as I could. Having opened the window and left all things neat and straight, I went down the oak steps.

“What! Out already?” Mrs. Fairfax said when she saw me. 

“How do you like Thornfield?”

“I like it very much,” I answered.

‘It is a pretty place, but I fear it will be getting out of order, if Mr.Rochester doesn’t come and live here, or at least visit it oftener. Great houses and fine grounds ought to be looked aftter by the owner.”

“Mr.Rochester!” I exclaimed.

“Who is he?”

“The owner of Thornfield,” she answered quietly.

“I thought, “ I continued, “Thornfield belonged to you.”

“To me?” Oh, no! I am only the housekeeper the manager. To be sure, I am distantly related to the Rochesters, but it is nothing to me. I think of myself as an ordinary housekeeper. My employer is always civil, and I expect nothing more.”

“And the little girl-my pupil?”(학생,문하생)

“She is Mr.Rochester’s ward. He askedd me to find a governess(여자 가정교사) for her. Here she comes,” Mrs.Fairfax added.

At first my pupil was a lively child, somewhat spoilt, but soon became obedient and teachable.

The members of the household-John and his wife, Leah the housemaid, and Sophie the French nurse-were all decent people, but Grace Poole, one of the servants, was a little strange.

Often I heard her laugh low and slowly. I heard too, her strange murmurs-stranger than her laugh. There were days when she was quite silent; but there were others when I wondered at the sounds she made. 

October, November, December passed away. One afternoon in January, Mrs. Fairfax asked for holidsy for Adele, because she had a cold.

It was a fine, calm day, though very cold. I was tired of sitting still in the library through a whole long morning. Therefore I offered to post a letter for Mrs. Fairfax at Hay post office, two miles distant. The ground was hard, the air still, and my road very lonely. Soon the sun began to glide low and pale in the approaching darkness.

On the hill-top above me the moon rose. It was yet more like a cloud. As I passed under the belfry, I heard the church bell. Then the sun went down among the trees.

Suddenly I heard the noise of a galloping horse in the utter stilness. As the path was narrow, I sat on the stile to let it go by. Soon I heard a rush, and a big black and white dog ran by. Then followed the horse and a rider. He passed, and I went on.

I had hardly taken more than a few steps when I heard the sound of a fall and a voice shouting for help. Man and hore were down on the ground. They had slipped on the sheet of ice. The dog came bounding back, and barked till the evening hills echoed with the sound. Then he ran up to me as if to ask me for help. I walked down to the traveller. He was struggling to free himself from his horse.

“Are you injured, sir?” I asked. He did not answer me.

“Can I do anything?” I asked again.

If he had been a hadnsome young gentleman, or if he had smiled at me when I spoke to him, I would not have questioned him, offering him my service unasked. It was his rough manner that set me at my ease.

“If you are injured and want help, sir, I can bring you some one either from Thornfield or from Hay.”

“I should think you outht to be at home yourself,” he said.

“Where did you come from? Thank you; I think I can manage.”

“From just below. I don’t mind being out late if it is moonlight. Shall I run over to Hay for you? I’m going there to post a letter.”

“You live just below-do you mean at that house?” He said, pointing to Thornfield Hall.

“Yes, sir.”

“Whose house is it?”

“Mr. Rochester’s.”

“Do you know Mr. Rochester?”

“No.”

“You are not a servant at the Hall, of course. You are?”

“I am the governess.”

He seemed surprised at my words. He looked hard at me. In two minutes he rose from the stile. His face expressed pain when he tried to move.

“I cannot ask you to go for help,” he said, “but you may help me a little yourself, if you will be so kind.”

He laid a heavy hand on my shoulder, and, leaning on me with some weight, limped to his horse.

“Thank you. Hurry up with the letter to Hay, and return as fast as you can. Come on, Pilot!”

He rode off, his dog following him, and I walked on.

When I returned to Thornfield, I hurried to Mrs.Fairfax’s room. There was a fire there, but no candle, and no Mrs. Fairfax. Instead, all alone, sitting on the rug and looking at the blaze, was a big black and white dog.

It was so like the dog I had seen on the road that I said, “pilot, “  and the dog got up and came to me. I caressed him, and he wagged his tail. I wondered where he had come from. I asked Leah when she entered the room.

“What dog is this?

“He came with master.”

“With whom?”

“With master-Mr.Rochester-he has just arrived. Hes horse fell, and his ankle is sprained. 

John has gone for a surgeon.”

 

 

제인에어는 로맨스 드라마의 교본같은 책.

현대 드라마에도 어김없이 주인공 injure씬이 등장한다.

남주가 다치거나, 여주가 다치거나 실수씬은 반드시 끼워넣는 치트키.

 

3. 

Mr.Rochester turned out to be a strange but kind man. Each evening we talked, and I was glad to receive the new ideas he offered and imagine the pictures he painted of the world at large, of which I knew so little. I began to feel as if he were my relation rather than my master.

One night I started awake on hearing a vague murmur. I sat up in bed, listening. The clock struck two. I tried to sleep again, but my heart beat quick. Just then it seemed my door was touched with fingers groping along the dark gallery outside.

“Who’s there?” I cried out. Nobody answered.

Then I heard a laugh, as it seemed, at the very key hole of my door.

“Who’s there?” I again called.

Something made a bubbling or moaning sound. Soon I heard steps going up the gallery towards the third story staircase. I could stay in bed no longer. I dressed hurriedly and opened the door to go to Mrs. Fairfax. How surprised I was to find the passage filled with smoke! I smelt, too, a strong smell of burning.

 

 

 

Mr.Rochester door was slightly open, and the smoke rushed out in a cloud from there. In an instant I was within the room. Tongues of flame darted round the bed. The curtains were on fire. In the middle of flame and smoke Mr. Rochester lay stretched motionless in a deep sleep.

“Wake! Wake!” I exclaimed.

I shook him, but he only murmured and turned over. I rushed to hes basin and bedroom waterjug. Luckily both were filled with water. I threw the water on the bed. Then I flew back to my room for more water, and finally succeeded in putting out the flame. The water woke my master at last.

“Is there a flood?” He cried out.

“No, sir,” I answered.

“There’s been a fire.”

“Is that you, Miss Eyre?” What have you done with me? Have you planned to drown me?”

“Somebody’s planned something. I’ll bring you a candle, sir.”

“Wait till I get into some dry clothes.”

I brought the candle which still remained in the gallery. He took it from my hand, held it up, and examined the bed.

“What is it?” And who did it?” He asked.

I briefly told him about the strange laugh I had heard in the gallery, the steps going up to the third story, the smoke and the smell of fire which had led me to his room.

He listened very gravely. He looked worried rather than surprised. He was silent.

“Shall I call Mrs.Fairfax?” I asked.

“Mrs. Fairfax? No. What can she do? Let her sleep.”

“Then I’ll tell Leah to come here, and wake John and his wife.”

“No, Just be still. I’ll go and look round. Don’t call anyone.”

He went. Left in the darkness, I listened but heard nothing. A very long time seemed to have passed. At last I saw the light gleaming dimly on the gallery wall and heard his feet tread the matting. He entered, looking pale and rateer sad.

“I’ve found it all out,” he said, setting his candle down on the washstand.” It is as I thought.”

“How, sir?”

He made no reply, but stood with his arms folded, looking on the floor.

“You said you heard a strange laugh? Have you heard that laugh before?” He asked after a while.

“Yes, sir. There’s a woman who sews here, called Grace Poole-she laughs that way. She is a strange person.”

“Just so. Grace Poole. You’ve guessed it. She is, as you say, strange-very. But don’t say anything about it. It is nearly four. In two hours the servants will be up.

“Good night, then, sir,” I said, departing.

He seemed surprised.

“You saved me from death. Don’t go in such a fashion. At least shake hands.”

He held out his hand. I gave him mine. He took it first in one, then in both his own. There was a strange look in his eyes.

 

아직 정체가 드러나진 않았지만 로체스터 부인이 크리올이라면 흑인일텐데

드라마나 영화에선 백인으로 등장하지 않았나? 크리올은 백인과 흑인의 혼혈을 의미하는 걸로 아는데...

 

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which follow this sleepless night. The morning passed, but I saw nothing of him. Mrs. Fairfax and all the other members of the house were busily engaged in cleaning Mr. Rochester’s room. I was surprised to see Grace Poole doing her work eagerly. There was no sign of her having attempted to murder her master the night before. 

“Good morning, Grace,” I said. “Did anything happened here last night?”

“Master was reading in his bed last night. He fell asleeep with his candle lit, and the curtain caught fire. But luckily he awoke before it was too late.”

I was amazed at her boldness; I wondered if Mr. Rochester had blamed her.

The evening came, but I saw nothing of Mr. Rochester yet. Leah came to my room and told me that tea was ready in Mrs. Fairfax’s room.

“You must want tea,” the good lady said, as I joined her. “You ate so little at dinner,” she continued. “You don’t look well today.”

“Oh, I’m quite well! I never felt better.”

“It is fine tonight,” she said, as she looked through the panes, “though not starlight. Mr. Rochester had a good day for his journey.”

“Journey! Has Mr.Rochester gone anywhere?”

“Yes, he has-just after breakfast. There’s a party at the Leas, Mr.Eshton’s place.”

“Do you expect him back tonight?”

“No, nor tomorrow either. I should think he is very likely to stay away a week or more. Mr. Rochester is a favourite at a party, especially with ladies.”

“Are there ladies at the Leas?”

“Oh, yes, there are Mrs.Eshton and her three daughters, very elegant young ladies; and there are Blanche and Mary Ingram, very beautiful women. Indeed I saw Blanche six or seven years ago, when she was eighteen. She came here to a Christmas ball Mr. Rochester gave. She was the most beautiful woman of the evening.”

When I was alone once more, I said to myself, ‘what a fool I was to think that I was a favourite with Mr. Rochester! Have you forgotten that you are a poor and plain governess without any connection?”

When Mr.Rochester had been absent for more than two weeks, Mrs.Fairfax received a letter from him.

“It is from the master,” she said, as she looked at the address.

My coffee was so hot that I felt my face glow like fire. My hand shook and I spilled half the contents of my cup into my saucer.

“Mr. Rochester is not likely to return soon, I suppose?” I said casualy.

“Indeed he is-in three days,” she said. “Many of the fine people at the Leas are coming with him.

He orders every room to be prepared for them.”

The party were expected to arrive three days later. I was busy helping Mrs.Fairfax, who was to receive the company and conduct them to their rooms. Adele, too, was dressed, though I thought she had little chance of being introduced. For myself, I had no need to make any change. I should not be asked to leave my study.

 

5.

It was a mild spring day -one of those days which heralds the coming of summer. I sat in my room with the window open. 

Mrs. Fairfax was afraid that there might be something on the road, for they did not come at the time Mr.Rochester mentioned.

Suddenly she said, leaning out of the window, “well, John, are they comint?”

“Yes, ma’am” was the answer. “They’ll be here in ten minutes.”

Adele flew to the window. I followed, taking care to stand on one side, so that, screened by the curtain, I could see without being seen.

Mr. Rochester came on his black horse, and at his side rode Miss Ingram.

A joyous stir was now heard throughout the place. The gentlemen’s dee[ tones and the ladies’ silvery accents blent harmoniously together. Mr.Rochester’s clear voice was distinguishable above all.

I took Adele out into the gallery. The hall was bright with lamps, and it amused her to look over the balustrade and watch the servants passing back ward and forward.

Late that evening, the sound of music issued from the drawing room. Adele and I sat down on the the top step of the stairs to listen. The music ended, a joyous conversational murmur followed. I listened long.

Suddenly I found myself trying to make out Mr.Rochester’s voice among the mingled sounds of voices.

The clock struck eleven. I looked at Adele, shose head leaned against my shoulder. Her eyes were beoming heavy. I took her up in my arms and carried her off to bed.

The next day Mr.Rochester galloped with Miss Ingram. I was standing at the window with Mrs.Fairfax.

“Ther’re riding a little apart from the rest, I said. “Mr. Rochester evidently prefers her to any of the other ladies.”

“Yes, no doubt he admires her.”

“I wish I could see her face. I’ve never had a glimpse of it yet.”

“You’ll see her this evening,” Mrs.Fairfax answered. “I told Mr.Rochester how much Adele wished to be introduced to the ladies. He asked me to bring her into the drawing room after dinner, with Miss Eyre.”

“From politeness, I’m afraid. I don’t need to go, I’m sure.”

‘Well, I told him you wouldn’t like to appear before so gay a party-all strangers. But he insisted that yoo should come.”

“I’ll not give him that trouble,” I answered.

“I’ll go, if I must.”

Adele was very glad when she heard she was to be presented to the ladies, but I was ill at ease as the hour approached.

Fortunately there was another entrance to the drawing room than that through the room where they were all seated at dinner. So we went into the drawing room before they came, and waited for them. When they entered, I rose and curtseyed to them. One or two bent their heads in return; the others only stared at me.

Miss Ingram was a clever girl, but apparently not good-natured. She began to talk about botany with a Mrs.Dent, and, finding that the gentle woman did not know much about it, played on her ignorance.

And she looked down at Adele with a mocking air and exclaimed, “oh, what a little puppet!”

At last coffee was brought in, and the gentlemen were called.

Meaningless prattle and singing began again.

At last I made my exit by the side-door, which was fortunately near. When I crossed the hall, I heard someone coming after me. It was Mr.Rochester.

“How are you?” He asked.

“Very well, sir.”

“Why didn’t you come ans speak to me in the drawing room?”

“ I didn’t want to disturb you; tou 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. What is the matter?”

“Nothing at all, sir.”

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

“Not in the least.”

He looked at me curiously for a minute.

“You look a little sad,” he said. “What about? Tell me.”

“Nothing, sir.”

“Well, tonight I excuse you; but so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing room every evening. It is my wish. Now go, and send the nurse for Adele. Good night, my.”

He stopped, bit his lip and abruptly left me.

 

빠지지 않는 라이벌 등장

6.

One day, while Mr.Rochester was out, a stranger called Mr.Mason came to Thornfield. He said he had come from the West Indies, and that he had first beome acquainted with Mr.Rochester there. I knew Mr.Rochester was great traveller-Mrs.Fairfax had said so; but I had not thought that he had visited such distant countries.

That night I had forgotten to draw the curtain and pull down my sindow blind. In the middle of the night I was awakened by the moonlight pouring in through the window.

When I stretchd out my arm to draw the curtain, a cry came from the third story. Then I heard a struggle, and then a voice shouted, “help!help!help!” Then , “Rochester, for God’ssake, come.”

A door opened. Someone rushed along the gallery. Something fell. And there was silence.

I put on some clothes and ran out of my room. Every door was opening, and every one looked terrified.

“It’s nothing,” my master’s voice said at last.

“A servant has had a bad dream. She has taken a fit with fright. Now please go back into your rooms. Gentlemen, please set the ladies the example.”

Stillness returned, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as silent as a desert.

It was then that a cautious hand tapped low at my door.

“Am i wanted?” I asked.

“Yes; come out quietly,” my master’s voice said.

I followed him up the stairs and entered a room at the end of the passage. At one side of the room was a door. Mr.Rochester went forward to the inner room. Then I heard a mad woman’s laughter. He came out and closed the door.

“Now, Jane, come here,” he said.

A man sat in an easy chair near the bed-head, his eyes closed and one arm almost soaked in blood. It was Mr.Mason. I guessed that he was attacked by the mad woman.

“Wait here in silence till I come back with a surgeon, “ Mr. Rochester continued.

My watch could not have lasted more than two hours, but it seemed to me so many weeks.

At last Mr.Rochester came in with the surgeon. Mr.Mason was very excited, but his wound was not serious. Mr.Rochester asked the doctor to take care of him at his house, and they both went away secretly in a carriage.

 

악당도 등장하고

7.

A few days after Mr.Mason had gone, my Aunt Reed sent for me. She was on her deathbed. At the sight of her, old times crowded fast back on me.

“Are you Jane?” She asked.

“Yes, I’m here.”

“I wanted to see you, Jane.” She said. She tried to move but bould not, so pointed to a letter in a box.

I took it out of the box as I was told. It ran as follows”

Madam, will you please send me the address of my niece, Jane Eyre, and tell me how she is? I want her to come to me in Madeira. Fortunately I am now quite rich; and as I am unmarried and have no children, I want to adopt her during my life and leave her at my death whatever I have.

-Yours sincerely, John Eyre.

 

It was dated three years back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“Because I didn’t want you to become rich and happy. As a child you once told me how you hated me. I couldn’t forget it.”

“Dear Mrs. Reed,” I said.

“Don’t think of it any more. Let it pass away from your mind. I’m sorry for my words. But I was only a child then.”

“ I couldn’t forget it, so I wrote to him that you were dead. Now act as you please. Write to him that I was a liar. You were born to trouble me, I believe. My last hour is disturbed by what I did. But for you, I’d never have been tempted to do such a thing.”

“Love me or hate me, as you will,” I said. “I forgive you. Ask now for God’s forgiveness and be at peace.”

She said nothing, and soon after she died.

It was about six o’clock of a June evening that I took the road to Thornfield. The haymakers were at work all along the road. The sky was blue, with the clouds high and thin. It looked as if there were an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour. I felt glad as the road shortened before me, though I knew I had nothing to be glad for; for Thornfield was neither my home nor my permanent resting-place.

I had now only a field or two cross to reach the gates. I passed the hedges full of roses, and tall briers shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path.

Then I saw someone sitting on the narrow stile of stone steps, a book and pencil in his hand. It was Mr.Rochester.

“Hello!” He exclaimed, putting up his book and pencil.

I tried to be calm.

“ So it’s Jane Eyre?” Are you coming home on foot?” He continued. “Yes-just one of your tricks. You don’t send for a carriage. You steal into your home along with twilight like a shadow. What have you been doing during this last month?”

“I’ve been at my aunt’s”

“And forgetting me for a whole month?”

I was glad to hear that he had spoken of Thornfield as my home. How I wish it were my home! And he asked me if I had forgotten him!

 

부유한 주인공은 사랑의 표현으로 금은보석을 잔뜩 사다주면서 난 그런 사람 아니예욧! 하면서 오해 생기고 오해 풀고 꽁냥꽁냥...분위기도 로맨스의 정석

Summer came, and with it a long spell of fine weather. The fields around Thornfield were green, the roads white and baked. The trees were dark and vigorous; hedge and wood, full of leaves and sombre tints, contrasted with the sunny hue of the meadows between.

One evening I went into the orchard. It was a shcltered comfortable nook, full of trees and blooms. Suddenly I smelled the scent of cigar. I trod on the edge of the turf softly so as not to draw his attention. Mr.Rochester was standing among the flower beds, a yard or two from where I had to pass.

“Jane, “ he said quietly without turning, “Thornfield is a pleasant place in summer, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then stay here.”

I got angry at hes words.

“ I tell you I must go!” I exclaimed. “Do you think I am an automaton without feeling? Do you think you can say anything to me because I am poor and plain? If I were beautiful, I’d make it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you!”

“Jane, don’t be excited. It is you I would like to marry.”

I was silent. I thought he mocked me.

“ Come, Jane,’ he said. “ Come here.”Your bride stands between us.”

“My bride is here, “ he said, drawing me to him.

“Do you doubt me, Jane?”

“Yes.”

“Am I a liar in your eyes?” He asked passionately. “Do you think I love Miss Ingram? Do you think she loves me? I deliberately spread a rumour around that my fortune was not a third of what it was believed to be. Then I waited for the result. Both she and her mother gave me the cold shoulder. I would not- I could not- marry Miss Ingram.”

“Are you in earnest? Do you truly love me? Do you really want me to be your wife?”

“ I do. If an oath is necessary to satisfy you, I’ll swear an oath.”

“Dear Edward!” I said as if in a dream.

“ Jane, my little wife!” He said, taking me in his arms.

 

 

이 결혼 무효야! 반전 효과도 빠지지 않는 제인에어 

 

 

8.

I shall never forget what happened on my wedding day. When we took our place in front of the minister, I heard a cautious step behind me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw stranger advancing towards us. The service began. The clergyman came a step forward and said:

“If any of you know any reason why this man and this woman should not lawfully be joined together in holy matrimony, speak now or for ever hold your peace.”

He paused, as the custom is. Then he was going to continue with the ceremony, when someone behind us said distinctly:

“The marriage cannot go on. There is a reason against it.”

Mr.Rochester stood rigidly, grasping my hand.

The speaker came forward and said:

“The reason is the fact that Mr.Rochester has a wife living.”

I came near to fainting. I looked at Mr.Rochester. His face was like a rock and colourless. He turned to the speaker.

“Who are you?”

“ My name is Briggs. I am a lawyer of London.”

“You say I have a wife?”

“Yes, I have a copy here of the marriage certifiate.”

He began to read the paper in a sort of nasal voice:

“Edward Fairfax Rochester, or Thornfield Hall, was married to Bertha Mason, of Spaninsh Town, Jamaica on the 20th of October…”

“That does not prove that I have a wife living now.”

“She was living theree montes ago.”

“How do you know?”

“I have a witness to the fact. Mr.Mason, will you come here?”

On hearing the name, Mr.Rochester clenched his teeth and trembled. The second stranger now drew near. Yes, it was Mr.Mason himself.

The clegyman said to him, “ do you know, sir, whether this gentleman’s wife is liveing?”

“Yes, I do. She is now living in Thornfield Hall. I am her brother.”

“In Thornfield Hall!” The clergyman exclaimed.

“Impossible! I have been living here for a long time, and I have never heard of a Mrs. Rochester in Thornfield Hall.”

“Enough!” Mr.Rochester cried out. “I’ll tell you what it is. Yes, I have a wife living now- a mad woman kept in Thornfield Hall. This girl.” He continued, looking at me, “ knew nothing about it. She thought all was fair and lawful.”

Mr.Rochester still held me fast, but the wedding could not continue.

 

I was up before daylight. It was yet night. But July nights are short. Good-bye, Thornfield. I loved Mr. Rochester as much as ever. I heartily sympathized with him in his sorrow. And my heart ached to think how he would feel to find me gone; but I could not stay here any longer.

I opened the door softly and passed out.

Dawn was glimmering in the yard. The great gates were closed and locked; but a wicket in one of them was only latched. I passed through it, and now I was out of Thornfield…

 

주인공의 시련은 여기서 끝나지 않는다.

온갖 고초를 겪으며 새로운 생활에 적응하는 과정도 정석같은 스토리텔링.

 

9.

Two days passed. The coachman set me down at a place called Whitcrwoo. He could not take me farther for the sum I had given. And it was all the money I had.

There were great moors on each side, with undulating mountains far beyond the valley at my feet. I struck straight into the heath. I waded kneedeep in its dark growth. I felt i had no relative but the universal mother, Nature. Night fell, and I forgot sorrow in sleep.

 

The next day I entered a village. Hunger began to pinch me, but  I was penniless. At the bottom of the street there was a little shop with some loqves of bread in the window.

I entered the shop. A woman was there.

“What can I do for you, ma’am?” She said politely.

I was seized with shame. I did not dare to ask her if I might pay for the food in the gloves or the handkerchief I carried. I only asked her if I might sit down a moment as I was tired. Finding that I was not a customer, she cooly pointed to a seat. I sat down greatefully and tried hard not to weep.

“Do you know of any place in the neighbourhood where a servant is wanted?” I said at last.

“No.”

“What is the cheif trade in this place?” What do most of the people do?”

“Some are farm labourers, otheres work at Mr. Oliver’s factory.”

“Does Mr.Oliver employ women?”

“No, it is men’s work.”

“And what do the women do?”

“I don’t know,” was the answer.

She seemed to be tired of my questions. And it was only natural. A neighbour or two came in. My chair was evidently wanted, so I took my leave. I wandered up and down the street for an hour or so. I was tired out and terribly hungry. I turned aside into a lane and sat down under the hedge.

A pretty little house stood at the top of the lane, with a garden before it. I knocked at the door. A mild-looking, cleanly-dressed young woman opened the door.

“May I ask if a servant is wanted here?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “We don’t keep a servant.”

“Can you tell me where I could get employment of any kind? I am a stranger, I have no friends here. I want some work- any work.”

“I am sorry I can give you no information.”

The door was closed gently andcivilly, but it shut me out.

A little before dark I passed a farmhouse, where I saw a farmer eating his supper of bread and cheese at the open door.

I stopped and said, “ will you give me a piece of bread, please? I am very hungry.”

He seemed surprised; but without answering he cut a thick slice from his loaf and gave it to me. I imagine he did not think I was a beggar, but only an eccentric sort of lady who had taken a fancy to his brown loaf. As soon as I was out of sight of his house, I sat down and ate it.

Towards morning it rained. The whole of the following day was wet.

At the door of a cottage I saw a little girl about to throw a mess of cold porridge into my hand, and I ate it greedily.

The wet twilight deepened. I saw I had strayed far from the village; it was quite out of sight. My eye wandered over the dim and misty landscape.

“I would rather die on the hill over there than in a street, “ I said to myself.

The wind swept over the hill, moaning in the distance. The rain fell fast, wetting me to the skin. I still looked aimlessly over the gloomy landscape and along the moor edge towards the sildest scenery, when at one dim point a light suddenly sprang up. It burned on steadily. I wondered if it was a candle in a house. Soon I was dragging my exhausted limbs slowly towards it.

When I had crossed the marsh, I saw something white over the moor. It turned out to be a road.. It led straight up to the light, which I now saw was coming from a clump of trees. The light vanished as I drew near. Something black stood between me and it. I put out my hand and touched a stone wall. I groped for the door and knocked at it hesitatingly.

“What do you want?” A woman’s voice inquired in surprise.

“I want a night’s shelter in an outhouse or anywhere, and a morsel of bread to eat.”

“ I’ll give you a piece of bread,” she said after a pause. “But we can’t take in a vagabond to lodge.”

“ I shall die if I am turned away.”

“Not you. I fear you have some evil intention. If you have any followers anywhere near, you may tell them we are not by ouselves in the house. We have a gentleman, and dogs, and guns.”

The door was clapped to and bolted from within.

“I can only die,” I said aloud. “ But I believe in God. I will try to await His will in silence.”

“All men must die,” said a voice suddenly, close by. “But not all men are condemned to die too early, as you say.”

“Who’s that speaking?” I asked at the unexpected sound. I turned round and made out a form standing in the darkness.

The newcomer knocked at the door long and loudly.

“Is it you. Mr.Rivers?” The woman’s voice said.

“Yes, open quickly.”

“Oh! So she’s not gone yet! Move off, I say!”

“Hush, hannah!” The gentleman said.

“You’ve done your duty in driving her out. Now let me do mine in admitting her. I think I must examine what she has to say.”

 

 

시련의 끝 죽음을 맞딱뜨린 순간에 극적인 구원자가 등장한다.

 

10.

I remember verty little of the first two days. I knew I was in a small room and in a narrow bed. The name of the gentleman was Mr. John Rivers.

He was a person and naturally asked me many uestions. I told him as much of the history as I could without injuring Mr.Rochester.

His sisters, Diana and Mary, were eager to help me and lent me their books. Soon Mr.Rivers found work for me. I was to teach the children of the little village school, and I went to live in the small school house.

At first I was not happy in teaching the dull children of the village, but soon I realized that my duty was to develop their intelligence, however little they might have. I began to take an honest and happy pride in my work. Their parents then loaded me with attentions. I felt I had become a favourite in the neighbourhood.

Mr.Rivers often came to see me.

“Have you found your work harder than you expected?” He once said.

“Oh, no! On the contrary, I think I shall get on with pupils very well.”

“But your cottage-your furniture-have disappointed you?”

“I’m not so foolish as to worry about the avsence of a carpet, a sofa, and silver plates. Besides, five weeks ago I had nothing. I was almost a beggar. Now I have friends, a home, a job. I wonder at the goodness of God and the generosity of men.”

“Very well, go on with your work steadily for some months at least.

“It is what I am going to do, “ I answered.

A fine spring was shining around me, with the sky of heath and rush, when he made the following confession.

“ A year ago,” Mr.Rivers said, “I was very unhappy because I thought I had made a mistake in entering the ministry. I longed for the more active life of the world- of the world-of an artist, an author, an orator, a politician, a soldier, anything rather than that of a priest.

“Then I heard a call from Heaven to rise and gather my full strength. I saw that God had an errand for me, for which the skill and strength, courage and eloquence of a soldier, a statesman and an orator were all needed. That is, I’ve made up my mind to be a missionary. I leave Europe for the East.”

Shortly afterwards he made a proposal to me and I was near acceptance.

One night I felt as if I were awakened from sleep by something like an  electric shock. My heart beat thick and fast. I heard a voice crying out: “Jane! Jane!Jane!”

“Oh, God! What is it?” I gasped. It was the voice of Mr.Rochester.

“I’m coming!” I exclaimed. ‘Wait for me.”

I flew to the door and looked into the passage. It was dark. I ran out into the garden. Nobody was there.

“Where aer you?” I exclaimed again. Nobody answered.

The next day I recalled the voice. Was it only a nervous impression? It seemed to me more like an inspiration. I knew I could not marry Mr.Rivers. At last I decided to go to Thornfield myself.

I left the house at three in the afternoon, and soon found myself at the foot of the sign[post of Whitcrosss. Once more on the road to Thornfield, I felt like a carrier pigeon flying home. It was a journey of thirty-six hours. I had set out from Whitcross on a Tuesday afternoon, and early on the Thursday morning the coach stopped to water the horses at a wayside inn.

I got out of the coach there and hurried forward through the familiar woods. Strange delight inspired me.

I went along the lower wall of the orchard-turned its angle: there was a gate just there, opening into the meadow, between two stone pillars crowned by stone balls. I hurried on.

But when I looked towards the stately house, I was besildered. What I saw was a blackened ruin.

There was the silence of death about it, the solitude of a lonely wild. The grim blackness of the stones told that the Hall had fallen by a fire. I hurried back to the inn and asked the host.

“You know Thornfield Hall, of course?” I managed to say at last.

“Yes, ma’am. I lived there once. I was the late Mr.Rochester’s butler,” he said.

“The late!” I gasped. “Is he dead?”

“ I mean the present gentleman, Mr. Edward’s father,” he explained.

“Is Mr. Rochester living at Thornfield Hall now?” I asked.

“No, ma’am. No! No one is living there now. A fire broke out at dead of night and burnt down the building.”

“What caused the fire?”

“They guessed, ma’am. They guessed. Perhaps you don’t know,” he continued, “ that there was a mad woman kept in the Hall?”

“I’ve heard something of it.”

“No one saw her. They knew only by rumour that such a person was in the Hall. They said Mr. Rochester had brought her from abroad, and some believed she had been his mistress. But a queer thing happened a year ago -a very queer thing.”

“What?”

“She, ma’am, turned out to be Mr.Rochester’s wife. It was discovered in the strangest way. There was a young lady, a governess, in the Hall. Mr. Rochester fell in love with her.”

“Please tell me about the fire.”

“I’m coming to that, ma’am. Mr.Rochester loved her passionately. Well, she was a little small thing, they say, almost like a child. Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty…”

“I’ll be glad to hear this part of the story another time,” I said, “ but now I want to hear all about the fire. Was it suspected that this mad woman, Mrs. Rochester, had any hand in it?”

“You are right. It was she who set it going.when her nurse was asleep-she liked gin and water very much- the mad woman took the keys out of her picket, let herself out of her chamber, and set fire to the hangings of the room.”

“Was Mr. Rochester at home when the fire broke out?”

“Yes. He went up to the attics when all was burning, and helped the servants down himself, and went back to get his mad wife out of her room. She was standing on the roof, waving her arms and shouting. Mr.Rochester climbed through the skylight on to the roof. But when he approached her, she yelled and jumped down and lay smashed on the pavement.”

“Dead?”

“Yes.”

“And Mr.Rochester?”

“He was taken out from under the ruins, alive. But…”

“But what?”

“One eye was seriously injured, and one hand so crushed that the surgeon had to cut it off. The other eye grew worse. He is now blind.”

“Where does he live now?”

“In a manor house at Ferndean about thirty miles distant.”

“What has become of Mrs.Fairfax?”

“Oh,he sent her away to her friends at a distance; but he arranged that she should receive a yearly sum of money for life.”

“Who is with him?”

“Old John and his wife. He’s quite broke down, they say.”

 

 

 

새로운 정혼자도 생기고, 정착하고 잘 살려고 했더니 저쪽 소식이 들려온다. 

잘 사는 줄 알았더니... 주인공의 갈등이 시작되고.

 

It was a dark evening, with a cold gale and a small, chilly rain. The manor house of Ferndean was an old building buried deep in a wood. As I drew near, the door opened slowly and a figure came out and stood on the step. He strctched forth his hand as if to feel whether it rained. Dusky as it was, I recognized him. It was my master, Edward Fairfax Rochester.

I stood silently to watch him. He looked as strong as before, but his face looked desperate. At this moment John approached him.

“Will you take my arm, sir?”he said.

“There’s a. Eavy shower coming on. Hadn’t you better go in?”

“Let me alone,” was the answer.

John withdrew and Mr.Rochester groped his way back to the house.

John’s wife started at the sound of my voice as if she had seen a. Host. I calmed her and John, and explained why I had come here.

At that moment the bell rang in the room. When Mary returned, I inquired what he wanted.

“He wants a glass of water and candles. He always has candles brought in at dark, though he is blind.”

“Give the tray to me,” I said. “ I’ll carry it in.”

The tray shook as I held it. The water spilled from the glass. My heart beat loud and fast. When I entered the room, the dog lifted his ears. Then he jumped up for joy and bounded towards me. He almost knocked the tray from my hands.

“Give me the water, Marry,” Mr Rochester said.

I approached him, pilot following me excitedly.

“What is the matter?” He said. He seemed to listen, then drank and put the glass down.

“This is you, Mary, isn’t it?”

‘Mary is in the kitchen,” i answered.

“Who is it? Who is it?” He said, trying, as it seemed, to see with those sightless eyes.

“Answer me! Speak again!”

“Pilot knows me, and so do John and Mary. I came here only this evening.”

“Jane Eyre!” I answered, “ I am Jane Eyre. I’ve come back to you.”

“Jane, there are many avenues by which God can come in and richly bless us. He does not see as man does, but far clearer.. He does not judge as man does, but far more wisely. I did wrong. My heart aches to think of Bertha and the mother of Adele and other women. I was an evil person. When God took my innocent flower from me, I was angry at this ruling. Divine justice ran its course. Disasters came thick on me.

“ In these days I begin to see and recognize the hand of God in my doom. I sometimes pray, Jane. A few days ago-no, I remember it exactly-four days ago-last Monday night- a strange mood came over me.

“ I had long had the impression that, since I couldn’t find you anywhere, you must be dead. Late that night-perhaps it might be between eleven and twelve, I prayed God that, if it seemed good to Him, I might soon be taken from this life and admitted to that world to come, where there was still hope of joining you again, Jane.

“ I was sitting by the window in my room. It was a vague, hazy night. I longed for you with all my body and soul! Suddenly I exclaimed, ‘Jane! Jane!Jane!’ A voice- I cannot tell where the voice came from-replied, ‘I’m coming; wait for me’. And a moment afterwards, came whispering on the wind the words, ‘where are you?”

“ You know now why I feared you might be a mere voice and vision, something that would melt into silence and emptiness, as the midnight whisper and echo had melted before. Now I thank God! Yes I thank God!”

He stood in silent devotion, bending his sightless eyes to the earth.

 

완벽한 사랑과, 완벽한 행복은 없다. 반드시 대가가 따른다. 돈을 잃거나, 몸을 다치거나 등의 시련을 수반해야 한다는 것도 

로맨스 드라마의 정석.

 

12.

I married him. We had a quiet wedding. When we returned home from the church, I told John and Mary about it. I wrote to Diana and Mary Rivers, explaining fully why I had thus acted. They approved the step and promised to come and see me when our honeymoon was over.

Mr.Rivers did not answer my letter till six months afterwards. His letter was calm, and, though very serious, kind and sympathetic. He hoped that I was happy as one of those who live in the kingdom of God’s love.

I went to see Adele at her school. She was over joyed at seeing me. I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely for and with one whom I love best on earth.

 

I hold myself very blessed-blessed beyond words, because I am husband’s life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her husband than I am, I am bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh.

My husband was blind for the first two years of our marriage. Literally I was the apple of his eye. He saw nature through me; he saw books through me. And I was never weary of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam.

Ome morning, as I was writing a letter for him, he came and bent over me, and said, “ Jane, do you have something bright round your neck?”

“ Yes, I have a gold watch-chain.”

“Do you have a pale blue dress on?” he asked again.

I did. He told me then that he was sure of one of his eyes getting better. We went up to London. He had the advice and help of an eminent eye doctor, and recovered the sight of one eye. He cannot read or write much; but he can find his way without being led.

 

 

 

When his first-born baby was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had beautiful eyes-large, bright and black as his own eyes had once been.

He now knows that God tempers justice with mercy. He and I have suffered enough to say now that we are too happy.