Devotion Page #2

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But wrapping-paper, when ironed and

cleaned makes for reasonable manuscript.

You have a certain

crafty logic, Charlotte.

That is high praise from you, Papa.

Oh, you artful hyena.

Where is Branwell?

He stopped in the village to

collect the letters, Papa.

The London coach must have been

and gone at least an hour ago.

Nothing of the sort.

The coach is frequently late.

I should have like all my family

around the table on your last evening.

Oh, Papa, you talk as if we're to be gone

a year. We shall be back by Christmas.

And you are not to work too

hard while we're gone, Papa.

No. Emily, see to it

that the new Curate ..

I have not forgotten, Miss, your

forwardness in writing to the Bishop.

For once, Charlotte has made good sense.

You cannot work as you have been doing.

And hope to preserve your health.

I explained to the bishop that the parish

of Haworth is a great burden for one man.

Really, Charlotte. The extent and nature

of your correspondence staggers me.

Besides, I do not like Curates.

Their sickly faces

depress me intolerably.

And where is Branwell?

One thing is certain. Another year in

this place will be the ruin of his genius.

Aunt is willing to advance us some money,

which will repay from our salaries.

In that way Branwell can stay in London to

gain his diploma from the Royal Academy.

No sacrifice that enabled Branwell to

develop his talents would be in vain.

That's what I feel, Anne.

There's no reason why he

shouldn't leave with us tomorrow.

We could all travel as

far as Keighley together.

Yes. To get him safely past

The Bull. That is most important.

Don't you think so, Emily?

I don't like the plan any more than he

will appreciate the sacrifice you make.

Very well.

We once decided no important decision

would be made unless we all agreed to it.

That being the case,

Branwell shall not go to London.

All the same, Emily. I think

you're behaving abominably.

Emily .. don't you want to help Branwell?

Yes, it was foolish of me to say that.

I know how fond you are of Branwell.

But I really cannot understand your

attitude, Emily. Neither can Anne.

No Emily, I'm afraid I care not.

I do not wish Branwell to go to London,

because he isn't ready for it.

I think it would kill him.

What nonsense. Branwell isn't a child.

I'm not going to argue

with you, Charlotte.

Don't be angry with me, Charlotte.

Goodnight, dear Anne.

Goodnight, dear Emily.

Don't say goodnight to her.

I'm sorry Charlotte,

but I've already said it.

Boss .. I gave you an order

a good ten minutes ago.

Aye Master Branwell.

You ordered three drinks and

danged if I know which to serve first.

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