Thus I find there is a connection between Catherine's "fit of frenzy" and delirium in _Wuthering Heights_, Chapters XI. and XII., and the scenes attendant upon Jane's fit of frenzy in _Jane Eyre_, Chapters I., II., III. The one is told by Charlotte as from Tabitha Aykroyd's (Bessie's) standpoint, the other from Catherine's (Charlotte Brontë's), an inversion of attitude which proves Charlotte Brontë to be the author and heroine of _Wuthering Heights_. _Wuthering Heights._ _Jane Eyre._ Charlotte Brontë in the locked Charlotte Brontë in the locked chamber, and Tabitha Aykroyd, chamber, and Tabitha Aykroyd, the Brontë servant, told by the Brontë servant, told by Tabitha, as it were. Charlotte. -------- -------- She [Catherine--Charlotte I [Jane--Charlotte Brontë] sat Brontë] rang the bell till it looking at the white bed, ... broke.... I [Tabitha--Nelly occasionally turning a Dean] entered leisurely. It was fascinated eye towards the ... enough to try the temper of a mirror ... I hushed my sobs, saint, such senseless, wicked fearful lest ... signs of grief rages! There she lay dashing her might waken a preternatural head against the ... sofa and voice ... or elicit from the grinding her teeth.... I brought gloom some haloed face.... This a glass of water; and as she ... I felt would be terrible.... would not drink, I sprinkled it At this moment a light gleamed on her face. In a few seconds on the wall; ... shaken as my she stretched herself out stiff, nerves were by agitation, I and ... assumed the aspect of thought the swift-darting beam death. was a herald of some coming vision from another world. My Linton [? Mr. Brontë] looked heart beat thick, my head grew terrified. "There is nothing the hot; a sound filled my ears matter," ... and I which I deemed the rushing of [Tabitha--Mrs. Dean] told him wings: something seemed near me; how she had resolved ... on I was oppressed, suffocated; exhibiting a fit of frenzy. I endurance broke down; I rushed incautiously gave the account to the door and shook the lock aloud, ... she [Charlotte in desperate effort. Steps came Brontë] started up ... and then running along the ... passage, rushed from the room. The master ... Bessie and Abbot entered. directed me to follow; I did to her chamber door; she ... "Miss Eyre, are you ill?" said secured it against me.... On the Bessie [Tabitha Aykroyd]. third day Catherine [Charlotte Brontë] un-barred her door, ... "What a dreadful noise! It went desired a basin of gruel, for through me!" exclaimed Abbot. she believed she was dying.