Not now, Jane thought. For the first time in her life, she was having a Moment! For the first time since meeting Helen, she wished to be alone. Not alone alone, of course. Alone with Mr. Rochester. Obviously. Sure, this might not be the Moment she’d dreamt about, what with the fire, the strange laugh, the frightening noises, the lingering odor of smoke, the fear for her life, and the strange need Mr. Rochester felt to lift her feet onto the stool as if she couldn’t do it herself. But it was a Moment, nonetheless, and she wanted to enjoy it.
