I want us _all_ to get on. I know we have
talents, and I want them to be turned to account. I look to you,
aunt, to help us. I think you will not refuse. I know, if you
consent, it shall not be my fault if you ever repent your kindness."
This letter was written from the house in which she was residing as
governess. It was some little time before an answer came. Much had to
be talked over between the father and aunt in Haworth Parsonage. At last
consent was given. Then, and not till then, she confided her plan to an
intimate friend. She was not one to talk over-much about any project,
while it remained uncertain--to speak about her labour, in any direction,
while its result was doubtful.
"Nov. 2nd, 1841.
"Now let us begin to quarrel. In the first place, I must consider
whether I will commence operations on the defensive, or the offensive.
The defensive, I think. You say, and I see plainly, that your
feelings have been hurt by an apparent want of confidence on my part.
You heard from others of Miss W---'s overtures before I communicated
them to you myself. This is true. I was deliberating on plans
important to my future prospects. I never exchanged a letter with you
on the subject. True again. This appears strange conduct to a
friend, near and dear, long-known, and never found wanting.
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