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2 Leaving Gateshead

I woke up to find the doctor lifting me very carefully into my own bed．It was good to be back in my familiar bedroom，with a warm fire and candle-light．It was also a great relief to recognize Dr Lloyd，who Mrs Reed called in for her servants（she always called a specialist for herself and the children）．He was looking after me so kindly．I felt he would protect me from Mrs Reed．He talked to me a little，then gave Bessie orders to take good care of me．When he left，I felt very lonely again．

But I was surprised to find that Bessie did not scold me at all．In fact she was so kind to me that I became brave enough to ask a question．

'Bessie，what's happened？Am I ill？'

'Yes，you became ill in the red room，but you'll get better，don't worry，Miss Jane，'she answered．Then she went next door to fetch another servant．I could hear her whispers．

'Sarah，come in here and sleep with me and that poor child tonight．I daren't stay alone with her，she might die．She was so ill last night！Do you think she saw a ghost？Mrs Reed was too hard on her，I think．'So the two servants slept in my room，while I lay awake all night，trembling with fear，and eyes wide open in horror，imagining ghosts in every corner．

Fortunately I suffered no serious illness as a result of my terrible experience in the red room，although I shall never forget that night．But the shock left me nervous and depressed for the next few days．I cried all day long and although Bessie tried hard to tempt me with nice things to eat or my favourite books，I took no pleasure in eating or even in reading．I knew I had no one to love me and nothing to look forward to．

When the doctor came again，he seemed a little surprised to find me looking so miserable．

'Perhaps she's crying because she couldn't go out with Mrs Reed in the carriage this morning，'suggested Bessie．

'Surely she's more sensible than that，'said the doctor，smiling at me．'She's a big girl now．'

'I'm not crying about that．I hate going out in the carriage．'I said quickly．'I'm crying because I'm miserable．'

'Oh really，Miss！'said Bessie．

The doctor looked at me thoughtfully．He had small，grey，intelligent eyes．Just then a bell rang for the servants'dinner．

'You can go，Bessie，'he said．'I'll stay here talking to Miss Jane till you come back．'

After Bessie had left，he asked，'What really made you ill？'

'I was locked up in a room with a ghost，in the dark．'

'Afraid of ghosts，are you？'he smiled．

'Of Mr Reed's ghost，yes．He died in that room，you know．Nobody ever goes in there any more．It was cruel to lock me in there alone without a candle．I shall never forget it！'

'But you aren't afraid now．There must be another reason why you are so sad，'he said，looking kindly at me．

How could I tell him all the reasons for my unhappiness！

'I have no father or mother，brothers or sisters，'I began．

'But you have a kind aunt and cousins．'

'But John Reed knocked me down and my aunt locked me in the red room，'I cried．There was a pause．

'Don't you like living at Gateshead，in such a beautiful house？'he asked．

'I would be glad to leave it，but I have nowhere else to go．'

'You have no relations apart from Mrs Reed？'

'I think I may have some，who are very poor，but I know nothing about them，'I answered．

'Would you like to go to school？'he asked finally．I thought for a moment．I knew very little about school，but at least it would be a change，the start of a new life．

'Yes，I would like to go，'I replied in the end．

'Well，well，'said the doctor to himself as he got up，'we'll see．The child is delicate，she ought to have a change of air．'

I heard later from the servants that he had spoken to Mrs Reed about me，and that she had agreed immediately to send me to school．Abbott said Mrs Reed would be glad to get rid of me．In this conversation I also learned for the first time that my father had been a poor vicar．When he married my mother，Miss Jane Reed of Gateshead，the Reed family were so angry that they disinherited her．I also heard that my parents both died of an illness only a year after their wedding．

But days and weeks passed，and Mrs Reed still said nothing about sending me to school．One day，as she was scolding me，I suddenly threw a question at her．The words just came out without my planning to say them．

'What would uncle Reed say to you if he were alive？'I asked．

'What？'cried Mrs Reed，her cold grey eyes full of fear，staring at me as if I were a ghost．I had to continue．

'My uncle Reed is now in heaven，and can see all you think and do，and so can my parents．They know how you hate me，and are cruel to me．'

Mrs Reed smacked my face and left me without a word．I was scolded for an hour by Bessie as the most ungrateful child in the world，and indeed with so much hate in my heart I did feel wicked．

Christmas passed by，with no presents or new clothes for me．Every evening I watched Eliza and Georgiana putting on their new dresses and going out to parties Sometimes Bessie would come up to me in my lonely bedroom，bringing a piece of cake，sometimes she would tell me a story，and sometimes she would kiss me goodnight．When she was kind to me I thought she was the best person in the world，but she did not always have time for me．

On the morning of the fifteenth of January，Bessie rushed up to my room，to tell me a visitor wanted to see me．Who could it be？I knew Mrs Reed would be there too and I was frightened of seeing her again．When I nervously entered the breakfast-room I looked up at a black column！At least that was what he looked like to me．He was a tall，thin man dressed all in black，with a cold，stony face at the top of the column．

'This is the little girl I wrote to you about，'said Mrs Reed to the stony stranger．

'Well，Jane Eyre，'said the stranger heavily，'and are you a good child？'

It was impossible to say yes，with Mrs Reed sitting there，so I was silent．

'Perhaps the less said about that，the better，Mr Brocklehurst，'said Mrs Reed，shaking her head．

'I'm sorry to hear it，he answered．'Come here．Jane Eyre，and answer my questions．Where do the wicked go after death？'

'They go to hell，'I answered．

'And what must you do to avoid going there？'he asked．

I thought for a moment，but could not find the right answer．

'I must keep in good health，and not die，'I replied．

'Wrong！Children younger than you die all the time．Another question．Do you enjoy reading the Bible？'

'Yes，sometimes，'I replied，hesitating．

'That is not enough．Your answers show me you have a wicked heart．You must pray to God to change it，if you ever want to go to heaven．'

'Mr Brocklehurst，'interrupted Mrs Reed，'I mentioned to you in my letter that this little girl has in fact a very bad character．If you accept her at Lowood school，please make sure that the headmistress and teachers know how dishonest she is．She will try to lie to them of course．You see，Jane，you cannot try your tricks on Mr Brocklehurst．'

However hard I had tried to please Mrs Reed in the past，she always thought the worst of me．It was not surprising that I had come to hate her．Now she was accusing me in front of a stranger．My hopes of starting a new life at school began to fade．

'Do not worry，madam，'Mr Brocklehurst said，'the teachers will watch her carefully．Life at Lowood will do her good．We believe in hard work，plain food，simple clothes and no luxury of any kind．'

'I will send her as soon as possible then，Mr Brocklehurst．I hope she will be taught according to her low position in life．'

'Indeed she will，madam．I hope she will be grateful for this opportunity to improve her character．Little girl，read this book．It tells the story of the sudden death of a young girl who was a liar．Read and pray．'

After Mr Brocklehurst had given me the book and left，I felt I had to speak．Anger was boiling up inside me．I walked up to Mrs Reed and looked straight into her eyes．

'I do not deceive people！If I told lies，I would say I loved you！But I don't，I hate you！I will never call you aunt again as long as I live．If anyone asks how you treated me，I will tell them the truth，that you were very cruel to me．People think you are a good woman，but you are lying to them！'

Even before I had finished I began to experience a great feeling of freedom and relief．At last I had said what I felt！Mrs Reed looked frightened and unhappy．

'Jane，I want to be your friend．You don't know what you're saying．You are too excited．Go to your room and lie down．'

'I won't lie down．I'm quite calm．Send me to school soon，Mrs Reed．I hate living here．'

'I will indeed send her soon，'murmured Mrs Reed to herself．