"
"Could you like," she wrote to him not long ago, "the thoughts of
a little sea change here? The top of the cliffs will soon be bright
with heather: the gorse must be out already, and the heather I
should think begun, to judge by the state of the hill at Ewell, and
heather or no heather the cliffs are always beautiful, and if you come
your room shall be cosy so that you may have a resting corner to
yourself. Nineteen and sixpence is the price of a return ticket
which covers a month. Would you decide just as you would yourself
like, only if you come we would hope to try and make it bright for
you; but you must not feel it a burden on your mind if you feel
disinclined to come in this direction."
"When I have a bad nightmare," said Ernest to me, laughing as he
showed me this letter, "I dream that I have got to stay with
Charlotte."
Her letters are supposed to be unusually well written, and I believe
it is said among the family that Charlotte has far more real
literary power than Ernest has. Sometimes we think that she is writing
at him as much as to say, "There now- don't you think you are the only
one of us who can write; read this! And if you want a telling bit of
descriptive writing for your next book, you can make what use of it
you like.
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