Author’s Notes:
In this chapter Jane becomes a bit boared of her life at Thornfield (that didn’t take long) but I suppose if she had spent the last eight years surrounded by a gaggle of girls this is now a very quiet life indeed. She describes spending time walking along the third story and imagining a life that seems out of her reach.
This is where Charlotte also lays down the paragraph that was considered so very radical at the time – that women also feel as men do! Shocker! Good on her for realizing and promoting that.
Then there is that line about Grace Poole “and shortly return, generally (oh, romantic reader, forgive me for telling the plain truth!) bearing a pot of porter. ” Clutch your pearls, she was a drinker! God, I love this book. She assumes kind things about the readers gentility.
And then, finally, here is Mr Rochester. Brusque and not terribly likeable, falling all over the road. Heeeee’s heeeeere! EEEE!