Emily’s dependence on Gondal had never faltered and even now, when there was nothing to disturb the equilibrium of her existence, when she was secure in her home and free to control her own destiny, she retreated into her imagination. Unlike Charlotte or Anne, for whom there was a certain desperation in clinging to Angrian and Gondal fantasy, for Emily it was neither a relief from, nor a frustration of, the daily routine: it was a necessary part of life.
