_Vanity Fair_
began very quietly--it was quiet all through, but the stream as it
rolled gathered a resistless volume and force. Such, I doubt not,
will be the case with _Pendennis_.
'You must forget what I said about Eliza Lynn. She may be the best
of human beings, and I am but a narrow-minded fool to express
prejudice against a person I have never seen.
'Believe me, my dear sir, in haste, yours sincerely,
'C. BRONTE.'
The next four letters speak for themselves.
TO W. S. WILLIAMS
'_December_ 9_th_, 1848.
'MY DEAR SIR,--Your letter seems to relieve me from a difficulty and
to open my way. I know it would be useless to consult Drs. Elliotson
or Forbes: my sister would not see the most skilful physician in
England if he were brought to her just now, nor would she follow his
prescription. With regard to Homoeopathy, she has at least admitted
that it cannot do much harm; perhaps if I get the medicines she may
consent to try them; at any rate, the experiment shall be made.
'Not knowing Dr. Epps's address, I send the inclosed statement of her
case through your hands. {173}
'I deeply feel both your kindness and Mr.
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