Poor, poor Jane. She's at a literal crossroads at the beginning of this chapter, and that's one of the most memorable images from this book, for me. One of those moments that instantly spring to mind when I think of this book, especially the second half of it.
I'd forgotten how Romantic this chapter is. Romantic as in the Romantic Era, not as in lovey-dovey. I knew it was considered a Romantic novel as well as a Gothic one, but I'd forgotten how very into "nature is pure; people are corrupted" it got, and how Jane felt that you could see and feel God when you were out in nature.
I don't have a lot to say about this chapter because I don't like it much at all. It's one of those chapters I have to just slog through to get to better stuff. I do really like these two sisters, Mary and Diana -- they're sweet. And there's some foreshadowing here regarding them too -- Jane felt as though she was "intimate with every lineament" of their faces, and don't they sound familiar to you? She "cannot call them handsome -- they were too pale and grave for the word" (p. 386). Hmmmmmm... now who does that sound like?
Possible Discussion Questions:
Random speculation here, but do you think the faithful servant Hannah in Little Women might be named after the Hannah here? They rather remind me of each other, and both have dialog that gets written in dialect.