| 1 |
HE entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and
caught me in the act of stowing his son away in the kitchen
cupboard.
Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering
either his wild-beast's fondness, or his madman's rage -- for in
one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in
the other of being flung into the fire, or dashed against the wall
-- and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to
put him.
| 2 |
"There I've found it out at last!" cried Hindley, pulling me back
by the skin of the neck, like a dog.
"By Heaven and Hell, you've sworn between you to murder that child!
I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way.
But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving
knife, Nelly! you needn't laugh; for I've just crammed Kenneth,
head-downmost, in the Blackhorse marsh: and two is the same as one
-- and I want to kill some of you, I shall have no rest till I do!"
| | 3 |
"But I don't like the carving knife, Mr Hindley;" I answered, "it
has been cutting red herrings -- I'd rather be shot if you please."
| | 4 |
"You'd rather be damned!" he said, "and so you shall -- No law in
England can hinder a man from keeping his house decent, and mine's
abominable! open your mouth."
| | 5 |
He held the knife in his hand, and pushed its point between my
teeth: but, for my part I was never much afraid of his vagaries.
I spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably -- I would not take
it on any account.
| | 6 |
"Oh!" said he releasing me, "I see that hideous little villain is
deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for
screaming as if I were a goblin.
Unnatural cub, come hither!
I'll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father -- now,
don't you think the lad would be handsomer cropped?
It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce -- Get me a
scissors -- something fierce and trim!
Besides, it's infernal affectation -- devilish conceit, it is to
cherish our ears -- we're asses enough without them.
Hush, child, hush! well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes
-- there's a joy; kiss me; what, it won't? kiss me, Hareton!
Damn thee, kiss me!
By God, as if I would rear such a monster!
As sure as I'm living, I'll break the brat's neck."
| | 7 |
Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father's arms with
all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him up-
stairs and lifted him over the banister.
I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits, and ran to
rescue him.
| | 8 |
As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to
a noise below; almost forgetting what he had in his hands.
| | 9 |
"Who is that?" he asked, hearing some one approaching the stair's-
foot.
| | 10 |
I leant forward, also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff,
whose step I recognized, not to come further; and, at the instant
when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered
himself from the careless grasp that held him, and fell.
| | 11 |
There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we
saw that the little wretch was safe.
Heathcliff arrived underneath just at the critical moment; by a
natural impulse, he arrested his descent, and setting him on his
feet, looked up to discover the author of the accident.
| | 12 |
A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five
shillings and finds next day he has lost in the bargain
than he did on beholding the figure of Mr Earnshaw above --It
expressed, plainer than words could do, the intensest anguish at
having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge.
Had it been dark, I dare say, he would have tried to remedy the
mistake by smashing Hareton's skull on the steps; but, we witnessed
his salvation; and I was presently below with my precious charge
pressed to my heart.
| | 13 |
Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed.
| | 14 |
"It is your fault, Ellen," he said, "you should have kept him out
of sight; you should have taken him from me!
Is he injured anywhere?"
| | 15 |
"Injured!" I cried, angrily, "If he is not killed, he'll be an
idiot!
Oh!
I wonder his mother does not rise from her grave to see how you use
him.
You're worse than a heathen -- treating your own flesh and blood in
that manner!"
| | 16 |
He attempted to touch the child, who on finding himself with me
sobbed off his terror directly.
At the first finger his father laid on him, however, he shrieked
again louder than before, and struggled as if he would go into
convulsions.
| | 17 |
"You shall not meddle with him!" I continued, "He hates you -- they
all hate you -- that's the truth!
A happy family you have; and a pretty state you're come to!"
| | 18 |
"I shall come to a prettier, yet!
Nelly," laughed the misguided man, recovering his hardness.
"At present, convey yourself and him away -- And, hark you,
Heathcliff! clear you too, quite from my reach and hearing... I
wouldn't murder you to-night, unless, perhaps, I set the house on
fire; but that's as my fancy goes -- "
| | 19 |
While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser,
and poured some into a tumbler.
| | 20 |
Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care nothing for
yourself!"
| | 21 |
"Any one will do better for him, than I shall," he answered.
| | 22 |
"Have mercy on your own soul!" I said, endeavouring to snatch the
glass from his hand.
| | 23 |
"Not I!
On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to
perdition, to punish its maker," exclaimed the blasphemer, "Here's
to its hearty damnation!"
| | 24 |
He drank the spirits, and impatiently bade us go; terminating his
command with a sequel of horrid imprecations, too bad to repeat, or
remember.
| | 25 |
"It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink," observed
Heathcliff, muttering an echo of curses back when the door was
shut.
"He's doing his very utmost; but his constitution defies him -- Mr
Kenneth says he would wager his mare, that he'll outlive any man on
this side Gimmerton, and go to the grave a hoary sinner; unless,
some happy chance out of the common course befall him."
| | 26 |
I went into the kitchen and sat down to lull my little lamb to
sleep.
Heathcliff, as I thought, walked through to the barn.
It turned out, afterwards, that he only got as far as the other
side the settle, when he flung himself on a bench by the wall,
removed from the fire, and remained silent.
| | 27 |
I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began;
| | 28 |
"It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat,
The mither beneath the mools heard that."
| | 29 |
when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put
her head in, and whispered,
| | 30 |
"Are you alone, Nelly?"
| | 31 |
| | 32 |
She entered and approached the hearth.
I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up.
The expression of her face seemed disturbed and anxious.
Her lips were half asunder as if she meant to speak; and she drew a
breath, but it escaped in a sigh, instead of a sentence.
| | 33 |
I resumed my song: not having forgotten her recent behaviour.
| | 34 |
"Where's Heathcliff?" she said, interrupting me.
| | 35 |
"About his work in the stable," was my answer.
| | 36 |
He did not contradict me; perhaps, he had fallen into a doze.
There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop
or two trickle from Catherine's cheek to the flags.
| | 37 |
"Is she sorry for her shameful conduct?" I asked myself.
"That will be a novelty, but she may come to the point as she will
-- I shan't help her!"
No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own
concerns.
| | 38 |
"Oh, dear!" she cried at last, "I'm very unhappy!"
| | 39 |
"A pity," observed I, "you're hard to please -- so many friends and
so few cares, and can't make yourself, content!"
| | 40 |
"Nelly, will you keep a secret for me?" she pursued, kneeling down
by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of
look which turns off bad temper, even, when one has all the right
in the world to indulge it.
| | 41 |
"Is it worth keeping?" I inquired less, sulkily.
| | 42 |
"Yes, and it worries me, and I must let it out!
I want to know what I should do -- To-day, Edgar Linton has asked
me to marry him, and I've given him an answer -- Now, before I tell
you whether it was a consent, or denial -- you tell me which it
ought to have been."
| | 43 |
"Really, Miss Catherine, how can I know?" I replied.
"To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his
presence, this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to
be hopelessly stupid, or a venturesome fool."
| | 44 |
"If you talk so, I won't tell you any more," she returned,
peevishly, rising to her feet.
"I accepted him, Nelly; be quick, and say whether I was wrong!"
| | 45 |
"You accepted him? then, what good is it discussing the matter?
You have pledged your word, and cannot retract."
| | 46 |
"But, say whether I should have done so -- do!" she exclaimed in an
irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.
| | 47 |
"There are many things to be considered, before that question can
be answered properly," I said sententiously, "First and foremost,
do you love Mr Edgar?"
| | 48 |
"Who can help it?
Of course I do," she answered.
| | 49 |
Then I put her through the following catechism -- for a girl of
twenty-two it was not injudicious.
| | 50 |
"Why do you love him, Miss Cathy?"
| | 51 |
"Nonsense, I do--that's sufficient."
| | 52 |
"By no means; you must say why?"
| | 53 |
"Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with."
| | 54 |
"Bad," was my commentary.
| | 55 |
"And because he is young and cheerful."
| | 56 |
"Bad, still."
| | 57 |
"And, because he loves me."
| | 58 |
"Indifferent, coming there."
| | 59 |
"And he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of
the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband."
| | 60 |
"Worst of all!
And, now, say how you love him?"
| | 61 |
"As everybody loves -- You're silly, Nelly."
| | 62 |
"Not at all -- Answer."
| | 63 |
"I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his
love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely, and
altogether.
There now!"
| | 64 |
"And why?"
| | 65 |
"Nay -- you are making a jest of it; it is exceedingly ill-natured!
It's no jest to me!" said the young lady scowling, and turning her
face to the fire.
| | 66 |
"I'm very far from jesting, Miss Catherine," I replied, "you love
Mr Edgar, because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and
rich, and loves you.
The last, however, goes for nothing -- You would love him without
that, probably, and with it, you wouldn't unless he possessed the
four former attractions."
| | 67 |
"No, to be sure not -- I should only pity him -- hate him, perhaps,
if he were ugly, and a clown."
| | 68 |
"But, there are several other handsome, rich young men in the
world; handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is -- What should
hinder you from loving them?"
| | 69 |
"If there be any, they are out of my way -- I've seen none like
Edgar."
| | 70 |
"You may see some; and he won't always be handsome, and young, and
may not always be rich."
| | 71 |
"He is now; and I have only to do with the present -- I wish you
would speak rationally."
| | 72 |
"Well, that settles it -- if you have only to do with the present,
marry Mr Linton."
| | 73 |
"I don't want your permission for that -- I shall marry
him; and yet, you have not told me whether I'm right."
| | 74 |
"Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present.
And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about.
Your brother will be pleased...
The old lady and gentleman will not object, I think -- you will
escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy
you.
All seems smooth and easy -- where is the obstacle?"
| | 75 |
"Here!, and here!" replied Catherine, striking
one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast.
"In whichever place the soul lives -- in my soul, and in my heart,
I'm convinced I'm wrong!"
| | 76 |
"That's very strange!
I cannot make it out."
| | 77 |
"It's my secret; but if you will not mock at me, I'll explain it; I
can't do it distinctly -- but I'll give you a feeling of how I
feel."
| | 78 |
She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and
graver, and her clasped hands trembled.
| | 79 |
"Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?" she said, suddenly, after
some minutes' reflection.
| | 80 |
"Yes, now and then," I answered.
| | 81 |
"And so do I.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after,
and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like
wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
And this is one -- I'm going to tell it -- but take care not to
smile at any part of it."
| | 82 |
"Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!" I cried.
"We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts, and visions to
perplex us.
Come, come, be merry, and like yourself!
Look at little Hareton -- he's dreaming nothing dreary.
How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!"
| | 83 |
"Yes; and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude!
You remember him, I dare say, when he was just such another as that
chubby thing -- nearly as young and innocent.
However, Nelly, I shall oblige you to listen -- it's not long; and
I've no power to be merry to-night."
| | 84 |
"I won't hear it, I won't hear it!" I repeated, hastily.
| | 85 |
I was superstitious about dreams then, and am still; and
dread something from which I might shape a prophecy, and foresee a
fearful catastrophe.
| | 86 |
She was vexed, but she did not proceed.
Apparently taking up another subject, she re-commenced in a short
time.
| | 87 |
"If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable."
| | 88 |
"Because you are not fit to go there," I answered.
"All sinners would be miserable in heaven."
| | 89 |
"But it is not for that.
I dreamt, once, that I was there."
| | 90 |
"I tell you I won't hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine!
I'll go to bed," I interrupted again.
| | 91 |
She laughed, and held me down, for I made a motion to leave my
chair.
| | 92 |
"This is nothing," cried she; "I was only going to say that heaven
did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to
come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me
out, into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights;
where I woke sobbing for joy.
That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other.
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in
heaven; and if the wicked man in there, had not brought Heathcliff
so low I shouldn't have thought of it.
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never
know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly,
but because he's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and
Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost
from fire."
| | 93 |
Ere this speech was ended I became sensible of Heathcliff's
presence.
Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him
rise from the bench, and steal out, noiselessly.
degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no farther.
| | 94 |
My companion, sitting on the ground, was prevented by the back of
the settle from remarking his presence or departure; but I started,
and bade her hush.
| | 95 |
"Why?" she asked, gazing nervously round.
| | 96 |
"Joseph is here," I answered, catching, opportunely, the roll of
his cart-wheels up the road; "and Heathcliff will come in with him.
I'm not sure whether he were not at the door this moment."
| | 97 |
"Oh, he couldn't overhear me at the door!" said she.
"Give me Hareton, while you get the supper, and when it is ready
ask me to sup with you.
I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience, and be convinced that
Heathcliff has no notion of these things -- he has not, has he?
He does not know what being in love is?"
| | 98 |
"I see no reason that he should not know, as well as you," I
returned; "and if you are his choice, he'll be the most
unfortunate creature that ever was born!
As soon as you become Mrs Linton, he loses friend, and love, and
all!
Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll
bear to be quite deserted in the world?
Because, Miss Catherine -- -- "
| | 99 |
"He quite deserted! we separated!" she exclaimed, with an accent of
indignation.
"Who is to separate us, pray?
They'll meet the fate of Milo!
Not as long as I live, Ellen -- for no mortal creature.
Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing,
before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff.
Oh, that's not what I intend -- that's not what I mean!
I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded!
He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime.
Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least.
Nelly, I see now, you think me a selfish wretch, but, did it never
strike you that, if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars?
whereas, if I marry Linton, I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place
him out of my brother's power."
| | 100 |
"With your husband's money, Miss Catherine?" I asked.
"You'll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though
I'm hardly a judge, I think that's the worst motive you've given
yet for being the wife of young Linton."
| | 101 |
"It is not," retorted she, "it is the best!
The others were the satisfaction of my whims; and for Edgar's sake,
too, to satisfy him.
This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my
feelings to Edgar and myself.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion
that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you.
What were the use of creation if I were entirely contained here?
My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries,
and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in
living is himself.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still
continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated,
the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
I should not seem a part of it.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods.
Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees --
my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath -- a
source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff -- he's always, always in my mind
-- not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to
myself -- but, as my own being -- so, don't talk of our separation
again -- it is impracticable; and -- --"
| | 102 |
She paused, and hid her face in the folds of my gown; but I jerked
it forcibly away.
I was out of patience with her folly!
| | 103 |
"If I can make any sense of your nonsense, Miss," I said, "it only
duties you undertake in marrying; or else, that you are a wicked,
unprincipled girl.
But, trouble me with no more secrets.
I'll not promise to keep them."
| | 104 |
"You'll keep that?" she asked, eagerly.
| | 105 |
"No, I'll not promise," I repeated.
| | 106 |
She was about to insist, when the entrance of Joseph finished our
conversation; and Catherine removed her seat to a corner, and
nursed Hareton, while I made the supper.
| | 107 |
After it was cooked, my fellow servant and I began to quarrel who
should carry some to Mr Hindley; and we didn't settle it till all
was nearly cold.
Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask, if he
wanted any, for we feared particularly to go into his presence when
he had been for some time alone.
| | 108 |
"Und hah isn't that nowt comed in frough th' field, be this time?
What is he abaht? girt eedle seeght!" demanded the old man, looking
round for Heathcliff.
| | 109 |
"I'll call him," I replied.
"He's in the barn, I've no doubt."
| | 110 |
I went and called, but got no answer.
On returning, I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good
part of what she said, I was sure; and told her how I saw him quit
the kitchen just as she complained of her brother's conduct
regarding him.
| | 111 |
She jumped up in a fine fright -- flung Hareton onto the settle,
and ran to seek for her friend herself, not taking leisure to
consider why she was so flurried, or how her talk would have
affected him.
| | 112 |
She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed that we should
wait no longer.
He cunningly conjectured that they were staying away in order to
avoid hearing his protracted blessing.
They were "ill eneugh for ony fahl manners," he affirmed.
And, on their behalf, he added that night a special prayer to the
usual quarter of an hour's supplication before meat, and would have
tacked another to the end of the grace, had not his young mistress
must run down the road, and, wherever Heathcliff had rambled, find
and make him re-enter directly!
| | 113 |
"I want to speak to him, and I must, before I go
upstairs," she said.
"And the gate is open, he is somewhere out of hearing; for he would
not reply, though I shouted at the top of the fold as loud as I
could."
| | 114 |
Joseph objected at first; she was too much in earnest, however, to
suffer contradiction; and, at last, he placed his hat on his head,
and walked grumbling forth.
| | 115 |
Meantime Catherine paced up and down the floor, exclaiming --
| | 116 |
"I wonder where he is -- I wonder where he can be!
What did I say, Nelly?
I've forgotten.
Was he vexed at my bad humour this afternoon?
Dear! tell me what I've said to grieve him?
I do wish he'd come.
I do wish he would!"
| | 117 |
"What a noise for nothing!" I cried, though rather uneasy myself.
"What a trifle scares you!
It's surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a
moonlight saunter on the moors, or, even lie too sulky to speak to
us, in the hay-loft.
I'll engage he's lurking there.
See, if I don't ferret him out!"
| | 118 |
I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and
Joseph's quest ended in the same.
| | 119 |
"Yon lad gets war un war!" observed he on re-entering.
"He's left th' yate ut t' full swing, and miss's pony has trodden
dahn two rigs uh corn, un plottered through, raight o'er intuh t'
meadow!
Hahsomdiver, t' maister 'ull play t' devil to-morn, and he'll do
weel.
He's patience itsseln wi' sich careless, offald craters -- patience
itsseln he is!
Bud he'll not be soa allus -- yah's see, all on ye!
Yah mumn't drive him aht uf his heead fur nowt!"
| | 120 |
"Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?" interrupted Catherine.
"Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?"
| | 121 |
"Aw sud more likker look for th' horse," he replied.
Bud, aw can look for norther horse, nur man uf a neeght loike this
-- as black as t' chimbley! und Hathecliff's noan t' chap tuh coom
at maw whistle -- happen he'll be less hard uh hearing
wi' ye!"
| | 122 |
It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds
appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit
down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home
without further trouble.
| | 123 |
However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity.
She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a
state of agitation, which permitted no repose: and, at length, took
up a permanent situation on one side of the wall, near the road;
where, heedless of my expostulations, and the growling thunder, and
the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained
calling, at intervals, and then listening, and then crying
outright.
She beat Hareton, or any child, at a good, passionate fit of
crying.
| | 124 |
About midnight, while we still sat up, the storm came rattling over
the Heights in full fury.
There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and either one or the
other split a tree off at the corner of the building; a huge bough
fell across the roof, and knocked down a portion of the east
chimney-stack, sending a clatter of stones and soot into the
kitchen fire.
| | 125 |
We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us, and Joseph swung
onto his knees, beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah
and Lot; and, as in former times, spare the righteous, though he
smote the ungodly.
I felt some sentiment that it must be a judgment on us also.
The Jonah, in my mind, was Mr Earnshaw, and I shook the handle of
his den that I might ascertain if he were yet living.
He replied audibly enough, in a fashion which made my companion
vociferate more clamorously than before that a wide distinction
might be drawn between saints like himself, and
But, the uproar passed away in twenty minutes, leaving us all
unharmed, excepting Cathy, who got thoroughly drenched for her
obstinacy in refusing to take shelter, and standing bonnetless and
shawlless to catch as much water as she could with her hair and
clothes.
| | 126 |
She came in, and lay down on the settle, all soaked as she was,
turning her face to the back, and putting her hands before it.
| | 127 |
"Well, Miss!" I exclaimed, touching her shoulder.
"You are not bent on getting your death, are you?
Do you know what o'clock it is?
Half-past twelve.
Come! come to bed; there's no use waiting longer on that foolish
boy -- he'll be gone to Gimmerton, and he'll stay there now.
He guesses we shouldn't wake for him till this late hour; at least,
he guesses that only Mr Hindley would be up; and he'd rather avoid
having the door opened by the master."
| | 128 |
"Nay, nay, he's noan at Gimmerton!" said Joseph.
"Aw's niver wonder, bud he's at t' bothom uf a bog-hoile.
This visitation worn't for nowt, und aw wod hev ye tuh look aht,
Miss; yah muh be t' next.
Thank Hivin for all!
All warks togither for gooid tuh them as is chozzen, and piked aht
froo' th' rubbidge!
Yah knaw whet t' Scripture ses -- "
And he began quoting several texts; referring us to chapters and
verses, where we might find them.
| | 129 |
I having vainly begged the wilful girl to rise and remove her wet
things, left him preaching, and her shivering, and betook myself to
bed with little Hareton; who slept as fast as if every one had been
sleeping round him.
| | 130 |
I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then, I distinguished
his slow step on the ladder, and then I dropt asleep.
| | 131 |
Coming down somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams
piercing the chinks of the shutters, Miss Catherine still seated
near the fire-place.
unclosed windows, Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen
hearth, haggard, and drowsy.
| | 132 |
"What ails you, Cathy?" he was saying when I entered; "You look as
dismal as a drowned whelp -- Why are you so damp and pale, child?"
| | 133 |
"I've been wet;" she answered reluctantly, "and I'm cold, that's
all."
| | 134 |
"Oh, she is naughty!" I cried, perceiving the master to be
tolerably sober; "She got steeped in the shower of yesterday
evening, and there she has sat, the night through, and I couldn't
prevail on her to stir."
| | 135 |
Mr Earnshaw stared at us in surprise.
"The night through," he repeated.
"What kept her up, not fear of the thunder, surely?
That was over, hours since."
| | 136 |
Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff's absence, as long as we
could conceal it; so, I replied, I didn't know how she took it into
her head to sit up; and she said nothing.
| | 137 |
The morning was fresh and cool; I threw back the lattice, and
presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden: but
Catherine called peevishly to me.
"Ellen, shut the window.
I'm starving!"
And her teeth chattered as she shrunk closer to the almost
extinguished embers.
| | 138 |
"She's ill -- " said Hindley, taking her wrist; "I suppose that's
the reason she would not go to bed -- Damn it!
I don't want to be troubled with more sickness, here -- What took
you into the rain?"
| | 139 |
"Running after t' lads as usuald!" croaked Joseph, catching an
opportunity, from our hesitation, to thrust in his evil tongue.
| | 140 |
"If Aw wur yah, maister, Aw'd just slam t' boards i' their faces
all on 'em, gentle and simple!
Never a day ut yah're off, but yon cat uh Linton comes sneaking
sits watching for ye i' t' kitchen; and as yah're in at one door,
he's aht at t'other -- Und, then, wer grand lady goes a coorting uf
hor side!
It's bonny behaviour, lurking amang t' fields, after twelve ut'
night, wi' that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff!
They think Aw'm blind; but Aw'm noan, now't ut t' soart!
Aw seed young Linton, boath coming and going, and Aw seed
yah (directing his discourse to me) Yah gooid fur nowt,
slattenly witch! nip up and bolt intuh th' hahs, t' minute yah
heard t' maister's horse fit clatter up t' road."
| | 141 |
"Silence, eavesdropper!" cried Catherine, "None of your insolence,
before me!
Edgar Linton, came yesterday, by chance, Hindley: and it was
I who told him to be off: because, I knew you would not like
to have met him as you were."
| | 142 |
"You lie, Cathy, no doubt," answered her brother, "and you are a
confounded simpleton!
But, never mind Linton, at present -- Tell me, were you not with
Heathcliff, last night?
Speak the truth, now.
You need not be afraid of harming him -- Though I hate him as much
as ever, he did me a good turn, a short time since, that will make
my conscience tender of breaking his neck.
To prevent it, I shall send him about his business, this very
morning; and after he's gone, I'd advise you all to look sharp, I
shall only have the more humour for you!"
| | 143 |
"I never saw Heathcliff last night," answered Catherine, beginning
to sob bitterly: "and if you do turn him out of doors, I'll go with
him.
But, perhaps, you'll never have an opportunity -- perhaps, he's
gone."
Here she burst into uncontrollable grief, and the remainder of her
words were inarticulate.
| | 144 |
Hindley lavished on her a torrent of scornful abuse, and bid her
get to her room immediately, or she shouldn't cry for nothing!
a scene she acted, when we reached her chamber.
It terrified me -- I thought she was going mad, and I begged Joseph
to run for the doctor.
| | 145 |
It proved the commencement of delirium; Mr Kenneth, as soon as he
saw her, pronounced her dangerously ill; she had a fever.
| | 146 |
He bled her, and he told me to let her live on whey, and water-
gruel; and take care she did not throw herself down stairs, or out
of the window; and then he left; for, he had enough to do in the
parish where two or three miles was the ordinary distance between
cottage and cottage.
| | 147 |
Though I cannot say I made a gentle nurse, and Joseph and the
master were no better; and though our patient was as wearisome and
headstrong as a patient could be, she weathered it through.
| | 148 |
Old Mrs Linton paid us several visits, to be sure; and set things
to rights, and scolded, and ordered us all; and when Catherine was
convalescent, she insisted on conveying her to Thrushcross Grange;
for which deliverance we were very grateful.
But, the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness; she, and
her husband, both took the fever, and died within a few days of
each other.
| | 149 |
Our young lady returned to us, saucier, and more passionate, and
haughtier than ever.
Heathcliff had never been heard of since the evening of the
thunder-storm, and, one day, I had the misfortune, when she had
provoked me exceedingly, to lay the blame of his disappearance on
her (where indeed it belonged, as she well knew.)
>From that period for several months, she ceased to hold any
communication with me save in the relation of a mere servant.
Joseph fell under a ban also; he would speak his mind,
and lecture her all the same as if she were a little girl; and she
esteemed herself a woman, and our mistress; and thought that her
recent illness gave her a claim to be treated with
Then the doctor had said that she would not bear crossing much, she
ought to have her own way; and it was nothing less than murder, in
her eyes, for any one, to presume to stand up and contradict her.
| | 150 |
>From Mr Earnshaw, and his companions she kept aloof, and tutored by
Kenneth, and serious threats of a fit that often attended her
rages, her brother allowed her whatever she pleased to demand, and
generally avoided aggravating her fiery temper.
He was rather too indulgent in humouring her caprices;
not from affection, but from pride; he wished earnestly to see her
bring honour to the family by an alliance with the Lintons, and, as
long as she let him alone, she might trample us like slaves, for
aught he cared!
| | 151 |
Edgar Linton, as multitudes have been before, and will be after
him, was infatuated; and believed himself the happiest man alive on
the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel, three years subsequent to
his father's death.
| | 152 |
Much against my inclination, I was persuaded to leave Wuthering
Heights and accompany her here.
Little Hareton was nearly five years old, and I had just begun to
teach him his letters: We made a sad parting, but Catherine's tears
were more powerful than ours -- When I refused to go, and when she
found her entreaties did not move me, she went lamenting to her
husband, and brother.
The former offered me munificent wages; the latter ordered me to
pack up -- he wanted no women in the house, he said, now that there
was no mistress; and as to Hareton, the curate should take him in
hand, by and bye.
And so, I had but one choice left, to do as I was ordered -- I told
the master he got rid of all decent people only to run to ruin a
little faster; I kissed Hareton good-bye; and, since then, he has
been a stranger, and it's very queer to think it, but I've no
doubt, he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean and that he
was ever more than all the world to her, and she to him!
| | 153 |
At this point of the housekeeper's story she chanced to glance
towards the time-piece over the chimney; and was in amazement, on
seeing the minute-hand measure half past one.
She would not hear of staying a second longer -- In truth, I felt
rather disposed to defer the sequel of her narrative, myself: and
now, that she is vanished to her rest, and I have meditated for
another hour or two, I shall summon courage to go, also, in spite
of aching laziness of head and limbs.
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