THE BRONT&S 6l to open the Anglian doors, Charlotte was growing up ; her brother and sisters were growing up. BranwelTs future was beginning to be in question ; the future of the girls too, in a lesser degree. We get a picture, the only one of the family as a whole, from Ellen Nussey, who paid a return visit at the Parsonage in the summer of 1833. Char- lotte had visited Ellen at the Rydings, Birstall, in the previous September. Ellen Nussey wrote, in her Reminiscences : " My first visit to Haworth was full of novelty and fresh- ness. The scenery for some miles before we reached Haworth was wild and uncultivated . . . at last, we came to what seemed a terrific hill, such a deep declivity no one thought of riding down it; the horse had to be carefully led. We no sooner reached the foot of this hill than we had to begin to mount again, over a narrow, rough, stonepaved road. . . . When we reached the top of the village, there was apparently no outlet, but we were directed to drive into an entry which just admitted the gig ; we wound round in this entry and then saw the church close at hand, and we entered on the short lane which led to the parson- age gateway. Here Charlotte was waiting, hav- ing caught the sound of the approaching gig. When greetings and introductions were over, Miss Branwell . . . took possession of their guest and treated her with the care and solicitude due to a weary traveller. Mr. Bronte, also, was stirred out of his usual retirement by his own kind consider- ation, for not only the guest but the man-servant and the horse were to be made comfortable. . . .