THE more I knew of the inmates of Moor House，the better I liked them. In a few days I had so far recovered my health that I could sit up all day，and walk out sometimes. I could join with Diana and Mary in all their occupations; converse with them as much as they wished，and aid them when and where they would allow me. There was a reviving pleasure in this intercourse，of a kind now tasted by me for the first time- the pleasure arising from perfect congeniality of tastes，sentiments，and principles.

I liked to read what they liked to read: what they enjoyed，delighted me; what they approved，I reverenced. They loved their sequestered home. I，too，in the grey，small，antique structure，with its low roof，its latticed casements，its mouldering walls，its avenue of aged firs- all grown aslant under the stress of mountain winds; its garden，dark with yew and holly- and where no flowers but of the hardiest species would bloom- found a charm both potent and permanent. They clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling- to the hollow vale into which the pebbly bridle-path leading from their gate descended，and which wound between fern-banks first，and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture-fields that ever bordered a wilderness of heath，or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep，with their little mossy-faced lambs:- they clung to this scene，I say，with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment. I could prehend the feeling，and share both its strength and truth. I saw the fascination of the locality. I felt the consecration of its loneliness: my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep- on the wild colouring municated to ridge and dell by moss，by heath-bell，by flower-sprinkled turf，by brilliant bracken，and mellow granite crag. These details were just to me what they were to them- so many pure and sweet sources of pleasure. The strong blast and the soft breeze; the rough and the halcyon day; the hours of sunrise and sunset; the moonlight and the clouded night，developed for me，in these regions，the same attraction as for them- wound round my faculties the same spell that entranced theirs.

Indoors we agreed equally well. They were both more acplished and better read than I was; but with eagerness I followed in the path of knowledge they had trodden before me. I devoured the books they lent me: then it was full satisfaction to discuss with them in the evening what I had perused during the day. Thought fitted thought; opinion met opinion: we coincided，in short，perfectly.