Both by reason of Mrs. Gaskell's suspicion that she had drawn from them in the portrayals of the heroes of her first books and by reason of the undeniable evidence of her works, we must accept the Taylors as the originals of most that was "Yorkshire" in Charlotte Brontë's Yorke Hunsden, Heathcliffe, Rochester, and Yorke, understanding the term in Currer Bell's implication of "independent," "hard," and "open-spoken." But M. Héger contributed what Charlotte Brontë calls in Chap. XXVII. of _Villette_, in speaking of him as M. Paul Emanuel--"that swart, sallow, southern darkness which spoke his Spanish blood," and this gave colour to the physiognomy of "the swart, sallow" Heathcliffe and Rochester.[52] In the succeeding chapters I deal more particularly with the relation of Heathcliffe of _Wuthering Heights_, to Rochester of _Jane Eyre_, and I promise my readers to present therein most important and sensational revelations. CHAPTER X. HEATHCLIFFE OF "WUTHERING HEIGHTS" AND ROCHESTER OF "JANE EYRE" ONE AND THE SAME. Without herewith further entering into the question as to the original of the morose and harsh characters who were the heroes of Charlotte Brontë's novels, I will at once show she had drawn from the same model in both _Wuthering Heights_ and _Jane Eyre_. I have given in the foregoing chapter the introduction of Lockwood to Heathcliffe and that of Jane to Rochester side by side. Let us also read the following:-- _Wuthering Heights._ _Jane Eyre._ Heathcliffe. Rochester. With a stubborn countenance ... Most people would have thought Heathcliffe is a dark-skinned Mr. Rochester an ugly man; yet gipsy in aspect, in dress and there was an unconscious pride manners a gentleman; ... rather in his port; so much ease in his slovenly, perhaps, yet not demeanour; such a look of looking amiss with his complete indifference to his own negligence, because he has an appearance ... that ... one erect and handsome figure; and inevitably shared the rather morose. Possibly some indifference, and even in a people might suspect him of a blind sense put faith in his degree of under-bred pride; I confidence.... He was proud, have a sympathetic cord within sardonic; ... in my secret soul that tells me it is nothing of I knew his kindness to me was the sort: I know by instinct his balanced by unjust severity to reserve springs from an aversion others. He was moody, too, ... to showy displays of feeling--to and when he looked up a morose, manifestations of mutual almost a malignant, scowl kindliness. He'll love and hate blackened his features. equally under one cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. No, I am running on too fast; I bestow my own attributes over liberally on him.