"No - for themselves. They were all drunkards, but Anne was the worst of the lot. Branwell, who adored her, used to pretend to get drunk at the Black Bull in order to get gin for Anne. The landlord wouldn't have let him have it if Branwell hadn't built up - with what devotion, only God knows - that false reputation as a brilliant, reckless, idle drunkard. The landlord was proud to have young Mr Bronte in his tavern; it attracted custom to the place, and Branwell could get gin for Anne on tick - as much as Anne wanted. Secretly, he worked twelve hours a day writing "Shirley", and "Villette" - and, of course, "Wuthering Heights". I've proved all this by evidence from the three letters to old Mrs Prunty."