They write to each other in a language of their own, an almost exasperatingly impressionist language, a language chiefly consisting of dots and dashes and asterisks and italics, and brackets and notes of interrogation.

Wordsworth when he heard afterwards of their eventual elopement said with that slight touch of bitterness he always used in speaking of Browning, "So Robert Browning and Miss Barrett have gone off together.

I hope they understand each other--nobody else would." It would be difficult to pay a higher compliment to a marriage.

Their common affection for Kenyon was a great element in their lives and in their correspondence.

"I have a convenient theory to account for Mr.Kenyon," writes Browning mysteriously, "and his otherwise unaccountable kindness to me." "For Mr.Kenyon's kindness," retorts Elizabeth Barrett, "no theory will account.