Servant: The Reverend, Mr. Brocklehurst is here, madam.
Reed: John! Good afternoon. Mr. Brocklehurst.
Brocklehurst: Mrs. Reed.
Reed: Do come this way. My children.
Brocklehurst: Perhaps just this once.
Reed: Pray, be seated. John, dear would you go and find that wretched girl and bring her down?
Children: Yes, mama.
Reed: This has been of course a very difficult decision for me. Mr. Brocklehurst.
Children: Come on! She’s going! Hooray! She’s going away. She’ll never like him. I can’t believe it.
Reed: Her… um, mother, was my late husband’s sister. She married a clergyman. Penniless. Both parents died… of typhus, when the child was but a few months old.
Brocklehurst: Are you her only living relative?
Reed: There is um… an uncle, her father’s brother, but he lives abroad, in um… Madera, I think. I know nothing about.
Reed: I have done what I can for the child… but she has… a willful, obstinate nature. Oh! Here she is. This is Jane Eyre. Jane, this is Mr. Brocklehurs of Loward School
Jane: How do you do sir?
Brocklehurst: I hear you are a wicked child, Jane Eyre. Let me examine you. Do you know where the wicked go after death?
Jane: To hell.
Brocklehurst: What is hell? Can you tell me that?
Jane: A pit full of fire.
Brocklehurst: And should you like to fall into that pit… and to burn there forever?
Jane: No, sir.
Brocklehurst: What must you do to avoid it?
Jane: Keep well, and not die, sir.
Reed: It is as I said. You must warn her teachers to keep a strict eye on her… and above all to guard against her worst fault, a tendency to deceit.
Brocklehurst: Deceit? We do not tolerate that at Loward.
Reed: That is why I wrote you. I would like her to be brought up in a manner be fitting her prospects… to be made useful, to be kept humble. And as for the vacations, I would prefer… if she spent them with you.
Brocklehurst: Of course. Come! Deceit is a sin. It is a kin to falsehood. And all liars shall spend eternity…in that lake burning with brimstone and fire.
Jane: I’m not deceitful.
Brocklehurst: I beg your pardon?
Jane: I’m not deceitful. And I’m not a liar. For if I were, I should say that I love you. I do not love you. I dislike you worst of anybody in the world… except your son.
Servant: Your bags, Jane Eyre.
Reed: Do you see what a wicked child she is?
Brocklehurst: Have no fear, Mrs. Reed. At Loward we shall tame her unruly spirit.