An indescribable energy and exultation took possession of him.

The tide of will for which he had been waiting all these months had risen; and for the first time he felt swelling within him the power to break with habit, to cut his way.
But what first step to take?
Whom to consult?
Suddenly he remembered Mr.Ancrum, first with shame, then with hope.

Had he thrown away his friend?
Rumour said that things were getting worse and worse at chapel, and that Mr.Ancrum was going to Manchester at once.
He ran down the slopes of heather towards home as though he would catch and question Mr.Ancrum there and then.

And Louie?
Patience! He would settle everything.

Meanwhile, he was regretfully persuaded that if you had asked Miss Bronte what could be done with a creature like Louie she would have had a notion or two..