Read the excerpt below from the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë and complete the instruction that follows.
   
 It spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant was the tone, yet so near, it whispered in my heart:
 “My daughter, flee temptation!”
 “Mother, I will.”
 So I answered after I had waked from the trance-like dream . . . . “Farewell, kind Mrs. Fairfax!” I whispered, as I glided past her door. “Farewell, my darling Adèle!” I said, as I glanced towards the nursery. No thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her. I had to deceive a fine ear: for aught I knew, it might now be listening.
 I would have got past Mr. Rochester’s chamber without a pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also. No sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while I listened. There was a heaven—a temporary heaven—in this room for me, if I chose: I had but to go in and to say:
 “Mr. Rochester, I will love you, and live with you through life till death,” and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. I thought of this.
 That kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day. He would send for me in the morning; I should be gone. He would have me sought for: vainly. He would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate. I thought of this too. My hand moved towards the lock: I caught it back, and glided on.
 Drearily I wound my way downstairs: I knew what I had to do, and I did it mechanically. I sought the key of the side-door in the kitchen; I sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; I oiled the key and the lock. I got some water, I got some bread: for perhaps I should have to walk far; and my strength, sorely shaken of late, must not break down. All this I did without one sound. I opened the door, passed out, shut it softly. Dim dawn glimmered in the yard. The great gates were closed and locked; but a wicket in one of them was only latched. Through that I departed: it, too, I shut; and now I was out of Thornfield.
 
Source: Brontë, Charlotte. Jane Eyre. London: W. Nicholson and Sons, 1847. Wikisource. Web. 6 July 2011.
   
Identify and analyze the primary conflict.