This was accordingly done; the agreement was concluded, and the Brontes prepared to leave their native county for the first time, if we except the melancholy and memorable residence at Cowan Bridge.  Mr. Bronte determined to accompany his daughters.  Mary and her brother, who were experienced in foreign travelling, were also of the party.  Charlotte first saw London in the day or two they now stopped there; and, from an expression in one of her subsequent letters, they all, I believe, stayed at the Chapter Coffee House, Paternoster Row—­a strange, old-fashioned tavern, of which I shall have more to say hereafter.

Mary’s account of their journey is thus given.

“In passing through London, she seemed to think our business was and ought to be, to see all the pictures and statues we could.  She knew the artists, and know where other productions of theirs were to be found.  I don’t remember what we saw except St. Paul’s.  Emily was like her in these habits of mind, but certainly never took her opinion, but always had one to offer . . .  I don’t know what Charlotte thought of Brussels.  We arrived in the dark, and went next morning to our respective schools to see them.  We were, of course, much preoccupied, and our prospects gloomy.  Charlotte used to like the country round Brussels.  ’At the top of every hill you see something.’  She took, long solitary walks on the occasional holidays.”

Mr. Bronte took his daughters to the Rue d’Isabelle, Brussels; remained one night at Mr. Jenkins’; and straight returned to his wild Yorkshire village.

What a contrast to that must the Belgian capital have presented to those two young women thus left behind!  Suffering acutely from every strange and unaccustomed contact—­far away from their beloved home, and the dear moors beyond—­their indomitable will was their great support.  Charlotte’s own words, with regard to Emily, are:—­

“After the age of twenty, having meantime studied alone with diligence and perseverance, she went with me to an establishment on the continent.  The same suffering and conflict ensued, heightened by the strong recoil of her upright heretic and English spirit from the gentle Jesuitry of the foreign and Romish system.  Once more she seemed sinking, but this time she rallied through the mere force of resolution:  with inward remorse and shame she looked back on her former failure, and resolved to conquer, but the victory cost her dear.  She was never happy till she carried her hard-won knowledge back to the remote English village, the old parsonage-house, and desolate Yorkshire hills.”

They wanted learning.  They came for learning.  They would learn.  Where they had a distinct purpose to be achieved in intercourse with their fellows, they forgot themselves; at all other times they were miserably shy.  Mrs. Jenkins told me that she used to ask them to spend Sundays and holidays with her, until she found that they felt more pain than pleasure from such visits.  Emily hardly ever uttered more than a monosyllable.  Charlotte was sometimes excited sufficiently to speak eloquently and well—­on certain subjects; but before her tongue was thus loosened, she had a habit of gradually wheeling round on her chair, so as almost to conceal her face from the person to whom she was speaking.