She followed, and tried to induce him to come away; but, instigated by his brother, he began throwing stones at her, and one of them hit her so severe a blow on the temple that the lads were alarmed into obedience.
The next day, in full family conclave, the mother asked Miss Bronte what occasioned the mark on her forehead.

She simply replied, "An accident, ma'am," and no further inquiry was made; but the children (both brothers and sisters) had been present, and honoured her for not "telling tales." From that time, she began to obtain influence over all, more or less, according to their different characters; and as she insensibly gained their affection, her own interest in them was increasing.

But one day, at the children's dinner, the small truant of the stable-yard, in a little demonstrative gush, said, putting his hand in hers, "I love 'ou, Miss Bronte." Whereupon, the mother exclaimed, before all the children, "Love the _governess_, my dear!" "The family into which she first entered was, I believe, that of a wealthy Yorkshire manufacturer.

The following extracts from her correspondence at this time will show how painfully the restraint of her new mode of life pressed upon her.

The first is from a letter to Emily, beginning with one of the tender expressions in which, in spite of 'humbug,' she indulged herself.