As soon as we arrived in the red room, I became quiet again. I knew that it was a mistake to fight John. The servants looked at me angrily. "Really, Miss Eyre," said Bessie, "how could you hit him? He's your young master!" "Why is he my master? I am not a servant!" I cried. "No, Miss Eyre, you are not a servant. But you are less than one, because you do not work here," said Miss Abbott. They looked at me firmly. "You must remember, Miss Jane," said Bessie, "your aunt pays for your food and clothes, and you should be grateful to her. You have no other family." All my life people had told me this, and I could say nothing. I stayed quiet, listening to these painful words. "And if you are angry and rude, Mrs. Reed may send you away." said Bessie. Miss Abbott said, "God will punish you, Jane Eyre, if you're not careful. Pray to God, and say you're sorry!" They left the room and locked the door behind them.