Lyrics Slip of a Girl - Andrea Bowen, Bruce Dow, Marla Schaffel & Mary Stout

MRS. FAIRFAX: I cannot believe it!

ADELE: What is it, Madame?

MRS. FAIRFAX: He means to marry her... a governess!
A slip of a girl
No breeding, no brass
No kinship, no class
A slip of a girl Who misplaces her grace
And disgraces her place
A slip of a girl
Who should settle for less
And confess a success
I'm outraged and appalled
Distressed and offended
Scandalized, mortified
Shocked and upended

ADELE: Is it true, mam'selle?

JANE: Yes, it is!

MRS. FAIRFAX: You're a slip of a girl
It is unlikely, I fear
He's in love with you, dear

JANE: Mrs. Fairfax!

MRS. FAIRFAX: A slip of a girl!
Would you marry him when
You've no knowledge of men?
A slip of girl
I would beg you to purge
Your unvirginal urge
I'm fretted and anxious
Concerned and disturbed
Upset, apprehensive
Harassed and perturbed!
Oh, Jane, you must be careful...
I remember in my youth
I thought the same as you,
But men, my dear, will break your heart
While swearing to be true.

ROBERT: From Mr. Rochester, Miss.

JANE: Thank you, Robert...

MRS. FAIRFAX: But these are the Rochester jewels!

JANE: Oh, yes...

MRS. FAIRFAX: To be worn by a governess?
I'm astonished, alarmed
Perplexed and dumbfounded
Bewildered, embarrassed
Amazed and astounded

JANE: I don't know why he sent them. I told him I would not wear them.

MRS. FAIRFAX: Not wear them?
And who are you to say you will not wear jewels given
To you by Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester?
A slip of a girl
Whose form, I'll be sworn
He should scorn to adorn

JANE: No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax...

MRS. FAIRFAX: A slip of a girl
Who'd be blessed, at the best
To be fetchingly dressed!

JANE: I shall not wear them!

MRS. FAIRFAX: A slip of a girl
Who'll do as she's told
Or be wholly cajoled,
Laughable, impudent
Brazen, audacious
Saucy, impertinent
Bold and ungracious

ADELE: Ooh, voila!

ROBERT: From the tailor at Milcote, Miss.

JANE: Oh, yes, thank you.

MRS. FAIRFAX: So this is the dress?

JANE: Do you like it?

MRS. FAIRFAX: Like it? Well, I...
I remember, long ago
When I wore such a dress...
He died, poor man, and broke my heart
Still broken, I confess

JANE: I'm very sorry to hear that, Mrs. Fairfax...

MRS. FAIRFAX: A slip of a girl
Insipidly built
Ill-equipped, to the hilt

JANE: Mrs. Fairfax...

MRS. FAIRFAX: You're a slip of a girl
And I'll bet he'll not let
You be more than a pet
He's twenty years older
Aesthetics won't let it
Be more than a friendship
You'd better forget it

JANE: No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax. Edward is young...

MRS. FAIRFAX: Edward?

JANE: He's young in his heart.

MRS. FAIRFAX: Really?

JANE: He loves me, I'm sure.

MRS. FAIRFAX: Oh, dear, I don't know...

JANE: I solemnly swear...

MRS. FAIRFAX: Love is a great thing...

JANE: Our love will endure

MRS. FAIRFAX: Well, then...
I'm thrilled, I'm enchanted
Enraptured, excited
Gratified, tickled...
I trust I'm invited?
I'm charmed, I'm disarmed!
Jane Eyre, I'm delighted!