[29] See the chapters on "The Recoil" for the origin of the title of _Wuthering Heights_, and of the name Lucy Snowe; also my remarks on Charlotte Brontë's poem "Apostasy." [30] "The breeze was sweet with scent of heath and rush, ... the hills shut us quite in; for the glen towards its head wound to their very core."--_Jane Eyre_, Chapter XXXIV. [31] I have known for many years the wife and children of this Robert Airton. His father was, I believe, parish clerk for Coniston. Mrs. Airton once told me that when she first met her husband he was playing a violin in the entrance of a cave, under a crag in Malhamdale. [32] It will be observed that in Chapter XXIII. of _The Professor_ Charlotte Brontë practically calls Frances the heroine, "Jane." Of course she is the elf Janet (see Chapter XXV. of _The Professor_), and this sprite was also Jane Eyre--Charlotte Brontë herself. Read the verses in Chapter XXIII. in the light of my writing on "Eugène Sue and Charlotte Brontë's Brussels Life" and "The Recoil." [33] Mr. Thomas J. Wise has published and edited a valuable edition of this story, 1896. [34] "I like Charles the First," says Helen Burns in _Jane Eyre_, Chapter VI.; "I respect him--I pity him, poor murdered king! Yes, his enemies were the worst: they shed blood they had no right to shed. How dared they kill him!" Montagu of course would know that his own ancestor brought over Charles the Second on the Restoration. Hence his warmth. We now understand the origin of the detached fragment in _Jane Eyre_. [35] It is a remarkable coincidence that Malham was the background of my first novel, a work of the substantial number of 160,000 words, which I wrote in my teens. It was published serially in _The Sheffield Independent_ by Mr. Joseph Cooke, beginning in May 1896 and running till September, under the title of _Kalderworth_, a name I had compounded from the Yorkshire river Calder. Afterwards the serial rights were also purchased by Sir Edward Russell and Mr. A. G. Jeans, of _The Liverpool Post_, wherein the story ran serially as _Lawyer Vavasor's Secret_. I did not choose Malham by reason of its being, as it is, the place from which our family of Malham, or Malam, sprung: I had cycled over to the remote village with my father. I was unaware that October 15 was an especial day at Malham, nevertheless I began my story--_Kalderworth_:-- "On the evening of the 15th of October, in the latter end of the Eighteen Hundred and Eighties, as the sun sank greyly behind the distant skyline of those wild hills that stretch from Malham and away into the North of Yorkshire, a solitary horseman pushed his way over a hard moorland road to a little deserted hamlet, where only one soul lived, and that a hag whose fame had spread as a dabbler in the black art and the mischievous doctrines."