Delphi Complete Works of the Brontes Charlotte, Emily, Anne Brontë (Illustrated) (624 page)

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
March
28
th
, 1854.

‘My dear Ellen, — The inclosure in yours of yesterday puzzled me at first, for I did not immediately recognise my own hand-writing; when I did, the sensation was one of consternation and vexation, as the letter ought by all means to have gone on Friday.  It was intended to relieve him of great anxiety.  However, I trust he will get it to-day; and on the whole, when I think it over, I can only be thankful that the mistake was no worse, and did not throw the letter into the hands of some
 
indifferent and unscrupulous person.  I wrote it after some days of indisposition and uneasiness, and when I felt weak and unfit to write.  While writing to him, I was at the same time intending to answer your note, which I suppose accounts for the confusion of ideas, shown in the mixed and blundering address.

‘I wish you could come about Easter rather than at another time, for this reason: Mr. Nicholls, if not prevented, proposes coming over then.  I suppose he will stay at Mr. Grant’s, as he has done two or three times before, but he will be frequently coming here, which would enliven your visit a little.  Perhaps, too, he might take a walk with us occasionally.  Altogether it would be a little change, such as, you know, I could not always offer.

‘If all be well he will come under different circumstances to any that have attended his visits before; were it otherwise, I should not ask you to meet him, for when aspects are gloomy and unpropitious, the fewer there are to suffer from the cloud the better.

‘He was here in January and was then received, but not pleasantly.  I trust it will be a little different now.

‘Papa breakfasts in bed and has not yet risen; his bronchitis is still troublesome.  I had a bad week last week, but am greatly better now, for my mind is a little relieved, though very sedate, and rising only to expectations the most moderate.

‘Sometime, perhaps in May, I may hope to come to Brookroyd, but, as you will understand from what I have now stated, I could not come before.

‘Think it over, dear Nell, and come to Haworth if you can.  Write as soon as you can decide. — Yours affectionately,

‘C. Brontë.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
April
1
st
, 1854.

‘My dear Ellen, — You certainly were right in your second interpretation of my note.  I am too well aware of the dulness of Haworth for any visitor, not to be glad to avail myself of the chance of offering even a slight change.  But this morning my
 
little plans have been disarranged by an intimation that Mr. Nicholls is coming on Monday.  I thought to put him off, but have not succeeded.  As Easter now consequently seems an unfavourable period both from your point of view and mine, we will adjourn it till a better opportunity offers.  Meantime, I thank you, dear Ellen, for your kind offer to come in case I wanted you.  Papa is still very far from well: his cough very troublesome, and a good deal of inflammatory action in the chest.  To-day he seems somewhat better than yesterday, and I earnestly hope the improvement may continue.

‘With kind regards to your mother and all at Brookroyd, — I am, dear Ellen, yours affectionately,

‘C. Brontë.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘Haworth,
April
11
th
, 1854.

‘Dear Ellen, — Thank you for the collar; it is very pretty, and I will wear it for the sake of her who made and gave it.

‘Mr. Nicholls came on Monday, and was here all last week.  Matters have progressed thus since July.  He renewed his visit in September, but then matters so fell out that I saw little of him.  He continued to write.  The correspondence pressed on my mind.  I grew very miserable in keeping it from papa.  At last sheer pain made me gather courage to break it.  I told all.  It was very hard and rough work at the time, but the issue after a few days was that I obtained leave to continue the communication.  Mr. Nicholls came in January; he was ten days in the neighbourhood.  I saw much of him.  I had stipulated with papa for opportunity to become better acquainted.  I had it, and all I learnt inclined me to esteem and affection.  Still papa was very, very hostile, bitterly unjust.

‘I told Mr. Nicholls the great obstacle that lay in his way.  He has persevered.  The result of this, his last visit, is, that papa’s consent is gained, that his respect, I believe, is won, for Mr. Nicholls has in all things proved himself disinterested and forbearing.  Certainly, I must respect him, nor can I withhold from him more than mere cool respect.  In fact, dear Ellen, I am engaged.

 
‘Mr. Nicholls, in the course of a few months, will return to the curacy of Haworth.  I stipulated that I would not leave papa; and to papa himself I proposed a plan of residence which should maintain his seclusion and convenience uninvaded, and in a pecuniary sense bring him gain instead of loss.  What seemed at one time impossible is now arranged, and papa begins really to take a pleasure in the prospect.

‘For myself, dear Ellen, while thankful to One who seems to have guided me through much difficulty, much and deep distress and perplexity of mind, I am still very calm, very inexpectant.  What I taste of happiness is of the soberest order.  I trust to love my husband.  I am grateful for his tender love to me.  I believe him to be an affectionate, a conscientious, a high-principled man; and if, with all this, I should yield to regrets that fine talents, congenial tastes and thoughts are not added, it seems to me I should be most presumptuous and thankless.

‘Providence offers me this destiny.  Doubtless, then, it is the best for me.  Nor do I shrink from wishing those dear to me one not less happy.

‘It is possible that our marriage may take place in the course of the summer.  Mr. Nicholls wishes it to be in July.  He spoke of you with great kindness, and said he hoped you would be at our wedding.  I said I thought of having no other bridesmaid.  Did I say rightly?  I mean the marriage to be literally as quiet as possible.

‘Do not mention these things just yet.  I mean to write to Miss Wooler shortly.  Good-bye.  There is a strange half-sad feeling in making these announcements.  The whole thing is something other than imagination paints it beforehand; cares, fears, come mixed inextricably with hopes.  I trust yet to talk the matter over with you.  Often last week I wished for your presence and said so to Mr. Nicholls — Arthur, as I now call him, but he said it was the only time and place when he could not have wished to see you.  Good-bye. — Yours affectionately,

‘C. Brontë.’

 
TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
April
15
th
, 1854.

‘My own dear Nell, — I hope to see you somewhere about the second week in May.

‘The Manchester visit is still hanging over my head.  I have deferred it, and deferred it, but have finally promised to go about the beginning of next month.  I shall only stay three days, then I spend two or three days at Hunsworth, then come to Brookroyd.  The three visits must be compressed into the space of a fortnight, if possible.

‘I suppose I shall have to go to Leeds.  My purchases cannot be either expensive or extensive.  You must just resolve in your head the bonnets and dresses; something that can be turned to decent use and worn after the wedding-day will be best, I think.

‘I wrote immediately to Miss Wooler and received a truly kind letter from her this morning.  If you think she would like to come to the marriage I will not fail to ask her.

‘Papa’s mind seems wholly changed about the matter, and he has said both to me and when I was not there, how much happier he feels since he allowed all to be settled.  It is a wonderful relief for me to hear him treat the thing rationally, to talk over with him themes on which once I dared not touch.  He is rather anxious things should get forward now, and takes quite an interest in the arrangement of preliminaries.  His health improves daily, though this east wind still keeps up a slight irritation in the throat and chest.

‘The feeling which had been disappointed in papa was ambition, paternal pride — ever a restless feeling, as we all know.  Now that this unquiet spirit is exorcised, justice, which was once quite forgotten, is once more listened to, and affection, I hope, resumes some power.

‘My hope is that in the end this arrangement will turn out more truly to papa’s advantage than any other it was in my power to achieve.  Mr. Nicholls in his last letter refers touchingly to his earnest desire to prove his gratitude to papa, by offering support and consolation to his declining age.  This will
 
not be mere talk with him — he is no talker, no dealer in professions. — Yours affectionately,

‘C. Brontë.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
April
28
th
, 1854.

‘My dear Ellen, — I have delayed writing till I could give you some clear notion of my movements.  If all be well, I go to Manchester on the 1st of May.  Thence, on Thursday, to Hunsworth till Monday, when (D.V.) I come to Brookroyd.  I must be at home by the close of the week.  Papa, thank God! continues to improve much.  He preached twice on Sunday and again on Wednesday, and was not tired; his mind and mood are different to what they were, so much more cheerful and quiet.  I trust the illusions of ambition are quite dissipated, and that he really sees it is better to relieve a suffering and faithful heart, to secure its fidelity, a solid good, than unfeelingly to abandon one who is truly attached to his interest as well as mine, and pursue some vain empty shadow.

‘I thank you, dear Ellen, for your kind invitation to Mr. Nicholls.  He was asked likewise to Manchester and Hunsworth.  I would not have opposed his coming had there been no real obstacle to the arrangement — certain little awkwardnesses of feeling I would have tried to get over for the sake of introducing him to old friends; but it so happens that he cannot leave on account of his rector’s absence.  Mr. C. will be in town with his family till June, and he always stipulates that his curate shall remain at Kirk-Smeaton while he is away.

‘How did you get on at the Oratorio?  And what did Miss Wooler say to the proposal of being at the wedding?  I have many points to discuss when I see you.  I hope your mother and all are well.  With kind remembrances to them, and true love to you, — I am, dear Nell, faithfully yours,

‘C. Brontë.

‘When you write, address me at Mrs. Gaskell’s, Plymouth Grove, Manchester.’

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY

‘
May
22
nd
, 1854.

‘Dear Ellen, — I wonder how you are, and whether that
 
harassing cough is better.  Be scrupulously cautious about undue exposure.  Just now, dear Ellen, an hour’s inadvertence might cause you to be really ill.  So once again, take care.  Since I came home I have been very busy stitching.  The little new room is got into order, and the green and white curtains are up; they exactly suit the papering, and look neat and clean enough.  I had a letter a day or two since announcing that Mr. Nicholls comes to-morrow.  I feel anxious about him, more anxious on one point than I dare quite express to myself.  It seems he has again been suffering sharply from his rheumatic affection.  I hear this not from himself, but from another quarter.  He was ill while I was at Manchester and Brookroyd.  He uttered no complaint to me, dropped no hint on the subject.  Alas! he was hoping he had got the better of it, and I know how this contradiction of his hopes will sadden him.  For unselfish reasons he did so earnestly wish this complaint might not become chronic.  I fear, I fear.  But, however, I mean to stand by him now, whether in weal or woe.  This liability to rheumatic pain was one of the strong arguments used against the marriage.  It did not weigh somehow.  If he is doomed to suffer, it seems that so much the more will he need care and help.  And yet the ultimate possibilities of such a case are appalling.  You remember your aunt.  Well, come what may, God help and strengthen both him and me.  I look forward to to-morrow with a mixture of impatience and anxiety.  Poor fellow! I want to see with my own eyes how he is.

‘It is getting late and dark.  Write soon, dear Ellen.  Goodnight and God bless you. — Yours affectionately,

‘C. Brontë.

TO MISS ELLEN NUSSEY