When I say so, it seems to me that you will hardly hear me; all the waves of the Channel heaving and roaring between must deaden the sound." From the tone of this letter, it may easily be perceived that the Brussels of 1843 was a different place from that of 1842.

Then she had Emily for a daily and nightly solace and companion.

She had the weekly variety of a visit to the family of the D.s; and she had the frequent happiness of seeing "Mary" and Martha.

Now Emily was far away in Haworth--where she or any other loved one, might die, before Charlotte, with her utmost speed, could reach them, as experience, in her aunt's case, had taught her.

The D.s were leaving Brussels; so, henceforth, her weekly holiday would have to be passed in the Rue d'Isabelle, or so she thought.