All language subtitles for Jane Eyre Afl.3.English

There you are.
Shall I take your cloak, Miss?

No, thank you, Barbara. Is there
anyone in the teachers' room?

I don't know, Miss.

Shall I bring a pot
of tea to warm you?

No, thank you. I wish
to be alone for a moment.

Miss Eyre,
you are back at last.

You said I might go to
the village, Miss Watts.

Yes. And I acceded
to your plea

to perform an errand
there yesterday,

and the day before, and every
day of my short time here.

I hope I have not been
remiss in my duties.

Indeed, you perform them
well, as I was led to expect

when I took over the
superintendentship from Miss Temple.

She spoke of you in
the most glowing terms.

I would not wish to have
disappointed you, Miss Watts.

It is disconcerting
when a teacher

I'd been led to expect
would give me strong support

quits the premises
in such haste,

and if I may say so,
agitation, every afternoon.

One wonders
what is the reason.

It shall not happen
again, Miss Watts.

Let us hope not.

Well, you know where she
goes. The post office.

Oh, how do you know?

Tongues wag. Especially
that old postmistress.

Oh, her. Well,
she says anything.

Well, nigh every
afternoon this week

into the post office comes Miss Eyre
to see if there's a letter for "J.E."

And when she finds
there's none,

she marches out
with a face like a funeral.

I believe
it is your turn

to take the girls'
study hour this evening.

Yes, Miss Watts,
and then I read

prayers to them
and see them to bed.

Do not let them make you
late for teachers' supper.

"If J.E. is in a position to
give satisfactory references,

"a situation can be offered
where there is but one pupil,

"a little girl, and where the salary
is 30 pounds per annum.

All particulars to Mrs. Fairfax,
Thornfield, near Millcote."

Very well, Barbara, but
do not let it occur again.

That is all.
You may go.

Yes, ma'am.

Miss Watts?

You wish to speak
with me, Miss Eyre?

If I may, Miss Watts.

It concerns a matter of
much importance to me.

I am very busy,
Miss Eyre,

but if it's urgent,
speak now.

Miss Watts, I have the
possibility of another situation.

You wish to
leave Lowood?

It is a situation where the
salary would be 30 pounds per annum,

double the amount
I'm receiving now.

And you would like me to lay the
matter before Mr. Brocklehurst?

If you would, I would
be most grateful.

Mrs. Reed, as your
natural guardian,

will need to be
approached for her consent.

Mrs. Reed will not care
what happens to me.

And then, Miss Eyre, the matter
must be laid before the committee.

It may take some time,

but I have no doubt

that since you've always
conducted yourself well,

a testimonial of character and
capacity will be furnished you.

Thank you, Miss Watts.

Oh, Miss Eyre,
I were just coming for you.

There's a person just
arrived wishes to see you.

Oh, that'll be
the carrier for my box.

No, no. This is
a young woman.

The carrier won't come
for another half hour.

Now, he's to take
my box to the inn.

I shall be there in the
morning to take the coach.

Who's the visitor?

It's her, I'm sure.

I could have
told her anywhere.

Well, who is it?

You've not forgotten me,
Miss Eyre?

Oh, Bessie,
Bessie, Bessie!

Oh, Barbara, this is a very
dear old friend, Bessie.

She was my nurse at Gateshead.

The only one who was
ever kind to me.

Oh, that'll be one more
for tea, then, Miss Eyre.

Oh, dear. Where can we
go and talk?

The teacher who shares my
room is studying up there.

The teachers' room
is empty, Miss.

Come. We've so much
to talk about.

Bessie,
you're married!

Yes, I've been married
nearly 5 years.

To Robert Leaven,
the coachman.

Oh, I remember him.
He's an excellent man.

We've a little boy
named Bobby

and a little girl
named... guess what.

-What?
-Jane!

Oh, Bessie, thank you.

And have you left
Gateshead?

No. The old porter left
and we were put into lodge.

You've not grown
so very tall, Miss Jane,

nor so very stout.

I fear you're
disappointed in me, Bessie.

Come and sit down.

Well, no, not exactly.

You are genteel and
now you look like a lady,

and it's as much as
I ever expected of you.

Well, you were never
a beauty as a child.

I dare say
you're clever, though.

What can you do?
Can you play on piano?

A little.

Oh, the Miss Reeds
could not play as well.

I always said you could
surpass them and you have.

What else can you do?
Can you draw?

That is one of my paintings
over the fireplace.

Oh, well,
that is beautiful.

Bessie,
did my aunt send you?

Oh, lord, no. But
she did have a letter

saying you were going away
to another place,

so I thought I'd set off and have a
look at you before you went quite away.

Oh, bless you.

You'll want to hear
about family.

Well, Miss Georgiana is very
handsome and nearly ran off with lord,

but her sister told on her,
and now they quarrel like cat and dog.

Mr. John is
a great disappointment.

He were put to study law,
but it were no use,

and now he's ruining
his health with bad living.

Your aunt is well enough
to look at,

but she's breaking
her heart over Mr. John,

and I fear he'll be
the death of her. For only…

Bessie, please. I want
no news of the family.

They've never sought any of me.
Let us talk of ourselves.

What, never?

Well, did Missus not write
and tell you when man came?

What man?

Well, you know how
Mrs. Reed always said

your father's people
were poor and despicable.

Oh, they may be poor, but I believe
they're as much gentry as the Reeds are.

For one day
—it must be 7 years ago—

a Mr. Eyre came to Gateshead
asking to see you.

I was sure Missus must have
written to tell you.

She's never written.

Oh, dear.

Well, Missus told him you were
at school some 50 miles off.

He seemed
so much disappointed,

for he was going away
to a foreign country

and his ship was to sail
in a day or two.

He looked very much
the gentleman

and I think he was
your father's brother.

And what foreign country
was he going to, Bessie?

Oh, an island,
thousands of miles off.

Where they make wine.
The butler did tell me.

Madeira?

Yes. Yes, that's it.
That's the very word.

And he went away?

Yes, he did not stay
many minutes in the house.

Missus were very high
with him.

Afterwards, she called him
a sneaking tradesman.

My Robert believes
he were a wine merchant.

Perhaps. Or a clerk or
an agent to a wine merchant.

Miss Jane,
I cannot stay long.

A waggoner's passing
who will carry me home.

Not until you've had
a good meal and a rest.

Come. Barbara must have
that tea ready by now.

We'll go into the kitchen
and talk and talk and talk.

I must tell you what has happened,
for I'm starting a new life.

-No!
-Yes!

-Welcome to Thornfield, ma'am.
-Thank you.

Please come in. John will
take your box up to your room.

Aye. It's always John.

Will you walk
this way, ma'am?

Miss Eyre, ma'am.

How do you do,
my dear?

How do you do, ma'am?
Mrs. Fairfax, I think?

Yes, you are right.

I'm afraid you've had a
tedious ride from Millcote.

John drives slowly. And were you
long in the coach before that?

The coach left Lowton at
four o'clock this morning.

I had to rise before
three o'clock.

Oh, you must be tired.
Come and sit down.

Is this not your chair?

Oh, I shall be
comfortable enough here.

And your hands
look numb with cold.

Leah, are
the refreshments ready?

Yes, ma'am.

And make some
hot negus as well.

The water's
boiling, ma'am.

I hope I shall have the pleasure
of seeing Miss Fairfax tonight.

I was glad to arrive
before nightfall,

hoping to see
my young pupil. Miss Fairfax.

Miss Fairfax? Oh!
You mean Miss Varens.

Varens is the name of
your future pupil.

-Varens?
-Yes.

Oh, yes,
thank you, Leah.

Now, sip that negus
and warm yourself.

Indeed, then,
she is not your daughter?

No, I have no family.

But I am so pleased
you are come.

It will be quite pleasant
having someone with whom to talk.

Thornfield
is a fine old hall,

but in the quiet season,
you know,

one feels dreary,
quite alone.

Well, I say quite alone.

Leah, my maid is a nice
enough girl to be sure,

and John and his wife, well,
are very decent people,

but then, you see,
they are only servants.

Well, eat that food,
Miss Eyre.

Don't stand on ceremony.

You may eat and listen
to me prattling.

I have had the room next
to mine prepared for you.

It is only
a small apartment,

but I thought you would
like it better

then one of the large
front chambers.

To be sure, the front chambers
have finer furniture,

but they are so large
and solitary.

I never sleep in there myself.
Here we are.

Oh, it is beautiful!

Thank you, Mrs. Fairfax.

-And thank you for your kindness.
-Kindness? Oh, rubbish.

Now I have someone
with whom I can talk.

But I won't come in and keep you
from your bed with my chatter.

Good night, my dear.

Good night,
Mrs. Fairfax.

Ah! Good morning,
my dear.

I see you are
an early riser.

It's all so beautiful.
Every moment is precious.

Come in, my dear. I
have some tea in my room.

The tea is just right.

And how do you
like Thornfield?

Oh, I like it very much.

Yes, it is
a pretty place.

But I fear it will be
getting out of order

if Mr. Rochester doesn't
take it into his head

to come and reside here
permanently.

Mr. Rochester?
Who is he?

Why, the owner
of Thornfield.

Did you not know
his name was Rochester?

I thought Thornfield
belonged to you.

To me?

Bless you, child!
What an idea!

No, I am only
the housekeeper.

The manager.

To be sure, I am distantly
related to the Rochesters.

Or rather, my husband was.
He was a clergyman, you know,

incumbent of Hay, the little
village beyond the hill.

The present Mr. Rochester's
mother was a Fairfax

and second cousin
to my husband.

But I never presume
on the connection.

My employer is always civil
and I expect nothing more.

And the little girl?
My pupil?

Oh, she is
Mr. Rochester's ward,

and he asked me to engage
a governess for her.

I hear her. Come,
let me introduce you.

And after your schoolwork is finished,
I shall show you round the house.

-Dépêchez-vous!
-O la la!

Viens vite, Sophie!

Adèle, pas si vite!
Attends!

Ah, la voilà!

Good morning,
Miss Adèle.

Come and meet the lady
who is to teach you

and turn you into
a clever woman one day.

Vas-y.

Bonjour, madame Fairfax.

Enchantée, mademoiselle.

Alors, tu es française?

I did not imagine
I had a foreign pupil.

Yes, Adèle was born on
the continent, I believe,

and has been in England
only 6 months.

She speaks English
quite well,

but is rather
unwilling to do so.

I can get little
out of her.

This is Sophie, her "bonne",
as she calls her nurse.

Mademoiselle.

Nous aurons bien de choses
à faire ensemble, Sophie.

Ah, oui. Bien sûûr.

Ah, elle parle
parfaitment français!

Yes, my dear.
I had a very good teacher.

And I practised every day
for many years.

-Do you understand me?
-Yes, mademoiselle.

Excellent.

And since you are to speak English
like an English lady,

from now on,
we will speak only English.

I will try, mademoiselle,
mais quelquefois…

Try, you will succeed.

-What is your name?
-Jane Eyre.

Aire.

I wish you could ask her some
questions about her parents.

You will learn more
than I could.

-Adèle, Do you live in Paris?
-Mais oui, mademoiselle.

Yes, mademoiselle.

-With whom did you live?
-I lived long ago with mamma,

but she's gone
to the holy virgin.

Oh, poor
little lamb.

And after that?

We live with
some poor people.

But Mr. Rochester
est venu… he came.

He asked if I would like
to live with him in England.

For I knew him
when my mamma was alive

and he gave me
"des belles robes et des jouets".

Pretty dresses and toys.

But now he has left me
all alone and is not here.

He has had to go abroad again.

I can sing and dance
and speak many poems.

Shall I dance?
Et vous verrez.

Not now, dear.

We have a lovely schoolroom
ready for you,

with a pianoforte and globes
and all that you will need.

-Shall I show it to you?
-Please do, Mrs. Fairfax.

Sophie, you will have much to do
during lesson time.

Madame?

Sophie, vous aurez des choses
à faire pendant nos leçons.

Oh, oui, mademoiselle.

Come along, then.
Come, my dear.

I wish to play in
the garden first!

Afterwards.

In England, little girls
do as they are told.

Come along. I want
to hear you sing.

Très bien!

Ah, come in, my dear.

Your morning school
hours are over now?

Yes. The school room
is admirable.

You keep everything
in such good order.

Why, Miss Eyre.

Although Mr. Rochester's
visits here are rare,

they are always sudden
and unexpected.

So I keep his house
in instant readiness.

Is Mr. Rochester such
an exacting fastidious man?

Well, he has a gentleman's
tastes and habits.

He expects to find his house
managed in accordance with them.

Do you like him?
Is he generally liked?

Oh, yes. The Rochesters
have owned most of the land

here time out of mind,

and the family have
always been respected.

But do you like him?

Well, I have no cause
but to like him,

and so do his tenants,
to whom he is generous,

although he is hardly
ever among them.

But has he
no peculiarities?

I mean, what is
his character?

He is a very good master.

Is that all
you know of him?

Well, his character is
unimpeachable, I suppose.

I dare say, he is peculiar.
He travels a great deal

and has seen a great deal
of the world, I should think.

I dare say he is clever,

but I have never had much
conversation with him.

In what way
is he peculiar?

I don't know.
It is not easy to describe.

You feel it when
he speaks to you.

You cannot really be sure
whether he is in jest or earnest,

whether he is pleased
or the contrary.

You do not thoroughly
understand him,

or at least, I do not.

But he is a very good master.

Now. I promised to show you
around the house, didn't I?

Thank you.

I did not imagine you had
such grand apartments.

I dared not hope to see
anything like it in my life.

It is only the dining room
and the drawing room.

I open the curtains
every day to air the rooms.

And every bedroom
ready for use?

Oh, the master will not
catch me napping.

Well, now you have
seen the whole house.

I have not seen
the upper floor yet.

Oh, there is nothing to see.

You told me there was a
wonderful view from the leads.

You wish to go up
on the roof?

Oh, well. Very well.

The view indeed
was splendid,

but I saw that Mrs. Fairfax
for some reason was uneasy

lest I should prolong
my enjoyment of it.

Thank you for taking
so much trouble.

I would not have missed
such a pleasing prospect.

This is a grand country.

Do the servants sleep
in these rooms?

Oh, no. The servants
sleep at the back.

No one sleeps here.

Oh, surely
you have a ghost.

Ghost?
Oh, not that I know of.

Mrs. Fairfax, did you hear
that laugh? Who is it?

One of the servants most
likely. Perhaps Grace Poole.

She sews up here

and sometimes Leah is with
her and they are noisy.

Grace?

Grace!

Too much noise, Grace.

Remember directions.

She does the sewing and
helps with the housework.

She's a little too fond of Porter,
but she works well enough.

Let us go down.
It is too disagreeable here.

We do not want
our dinner cold, do we?

I could sit and dream
on those leads for hours.

I should not go up there
again if I were you.

The wind. It can come
in terrible gusts.

It is dangerous.

Anyone may blame me
who likes,

but often
in the next few months,

when I was free,
I climbed to the roof,

where I could look out
to the far skyline

and longed to reach past it
to the busy world beyond.

I had the promise
of a smooth career.

My pupil had been
spoilt and indulged,

but soon became obedient
and teachable.

Yet in spite of my blessings,
I was restless at my tranquillity.

I could not help it.

The restlessness
was in my nature.

There must be millions like me,
I thought, who must have action.

Women especially, who wish
for more than their narrow lot.

What is the matter,
Mrs. Poole?

Are you not well?

This'll cure it, Miss.

Oh, Miss Jane,
you're not going out?

I'm going to the village to
post a letter for Mrs. Fairfax.

But it's two miles
over hill,

and it's bitter cold
up there most times,

and it will get dark
terrible soon.

I shall enjoy the walk,
and I like the dark.

Damnation!

Are you hurt, sir?
Can I help you?

Stand aside!

I can fetch help, sir.

I've no broken bones.
It's only a sprain.

I shall stay with you until
I can see you can mount your horse.

You should be at home.

Where do you come from?

Thornfield Hall.
I've been to post a letter.

Thornfield?

I am a governess there.

Ah, yes.

The governess.

Come here.

Excuse me.

Necessity compels me
to make you useful.

Stand aside.

Thank you.

Pilot!

Pilot?

Pilot, hello.

Ah, thank goodness, Jane.
There you are.

The master is here.
He has had a fall.

His ankle is sprained.

I have just taken Mr. Carter,
the surgeon, to him.

-He cannot even get up.
-Of course he can.

You should not be
standing up, sir.

Dr. Carter, I have
the aid of your good self.

You are Mr. Rochester.

An intelligent deduction,
Miss Eyre.

Miss Eyre!

Miss Eyre!

I should be glad if you would
take tea with me tomorrow. 6 p.m.

-Good night, Miss Eyre.
-Yes, sir. Good night, sir.

Edited by Hai Hung
Revised by Héctor Lahoz