That any hand but that which shaped _Jane Eyre_ and _Shirley_ cut out the rougher earlier statues [in _Wuthering Heights_] we should require more than the evidence of our senses to believe; ... the author of _Jane Eyre_ need fear nothing in acknowledging these ... immature creations.[89]... When Currer Bell writes her next novel, let her remember ... the frame of mind in which she sat down to write her first [_Wuthering Heights_]. She will never sin so much against consistent drawing as to draw another Heathcliffe.... In _Jane Eyre_ we find ... only further evidence of the same producing qualities to which _Wuthering Heights_ bears testimony. Charlotte Brontë warmly thanked him and protested. With eager honesty he again and again begged her to visit him and discuss the authorship of _Wuthering Heights_. Could Sidney Dobell but have been told the secret tragedy of Currer Bell's life and the bitterness of her cup, how he would have shrunk from inflicting her with an intrusive personal inquiry. And in all innocence he had asked her to revive the frame of mind in which, to use the words in _Jane Eyre_, her heart had been "weeping blood"! _Wuthering Heights_ was wrought near the furnace of Charlotte Brontë's fiery ordeal, and gives at its intensest that which glows through her other works, finally to flash up and smoulder out in _Villette_. By reason of its clear portrayal of woman when she is very woman _Wuthering Heights_ towers above all common literary artistry, one of the finest novels in the world, an abiding monument to the vital genius of Charlotte Brontë. After her return from Brussels her life was a long human conflict, with vain regrets, vindictive recriminations, and luring memories opposing heroic commandings in the name of right and virtue. All honour to her that she fought to win!