Jane Eyre: Sir, I need to have a leave of absence for a week or two, to see a sick lady who's asked for me.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: What sick lady?

Jane Eyre: Her name is Reed. She's my uncle's wife.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Uncle? You told me you had no family.

Jane Eyre: My aunt cast me out when I went away to school.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Why?

Jane Eyre: Because I was poor. And she did not like me.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: And she sent you to Lowood without so much as a word or a visit in nearly ten years. So why does she suddenly want to see you now?

Jane Eyre: Her son John is dead. He ruined himself. She's now struck down with his misfortune. I'll only be gone two weeks, I hope.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Two weeks? That's not possible.

Jane Eyre: You have company, sir.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Very well. But promise me, you'll not stay with this undeserving aunt more than a week.

Jane Eyre: I cannot promise you. She is dying. I cannot set a time on that.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Of course, you'll go. I haven't got the power to stop you. You must have some money. Can't travel without money. I haven't given you any salary yet, remember? How much have you, Jane, in whole the world?

Jane Eyre: Five shillings, sir.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Here, take fifty pounds.

Jane Eyre: No, Sir. You only owe me fifteen. I have no change.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: I don't want change, Jane. You know that. Take your wages.

[Jane nods no]

Edward Fairfax Rochester: You're right. Better not give you all that. You might stay away for three months. Here. There's ten. Wasn't that enough?

Jane Eyre: Yes, sir. But you still owe me five.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Then, come back for it.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Sir, I have to ask you something else, a matter of business. You have as good as said you intend to be married.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Really? That has been settled then, has it? You've decided that Miss Ingram is to be my bride. Now I see it. You're going to prevail upon that miserable family to find you a new situation. Ungrateful girl, admit it!

Jane Eyre: No, sir. I've told you they do not like me, sir. To offer such a service... I shall advertise.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Devil, you will! Advertise! I wish I'd only offered you a sovereign, not ten whole pounds. Give me back nine.

[Jane puts her hands behind her]

Edward Fairfax Rochester: Jane, I have need of it.

Jane Eyre: [smiles, her hands still behind her back] No, sir. I do not trust you.