Wuthering Heights ..............................................................................................................................................1

Emily Bronte ............................................................................................................................................1

1801. I have just returned from a visit to my landlord the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so

completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are

such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart

warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up,

and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as I

'Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to

express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of

'Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir,' he interrupted, wincing. 'I should not allow any one to inconvenience

The 'walk in' was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed the sentiment, 'Go to the Deuce:' even the gate over

which he leant manifested no sympathising movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined

me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

When he saw my horse's breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did put out his hand to unchain it, and then

sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered the court, 'Joseph, take Mr. Lockwood's

'Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,' was the reflection suggested by this

compound order. 'No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedgecutters.'

Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, though hale and sinewy. 'The Lord help us!' he

soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in

my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling. 'Wuthering' being a significant provincial

adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure,

bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind

blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of

gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had

foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with

Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and

especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless

little boys, I detected the date '1500,' and the name 'Hareton Earnshaw.' I would have made a few comments,

and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to

demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous

One stop brought us into the family sittingroom, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here

'the house' preeminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the

kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a

clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the

huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected

splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and

tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been

underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with

oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry

villainous old guns, and a couple of horsepistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudilypainted canisters

disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, highbacked, primitive structures,

painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser reposed a huge,

livercoloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other

The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern

farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in kneebreeches and gaiters.

Such an individual seated in his armchair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be

seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr.

Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a darkskinned gipsy in aspect, in

dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly,

perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather

morose. Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of underbred pride; I have a sympathetic

chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to

showy displays of feeling to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover,

and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. No, I'm running on too fast: I bestow my

own attributes overliberally on him. Mr. Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his

hand out of the way when he meets a wouldbe acquaintance, to those which actuate me. Let me hope my

constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only

While enjoying a month of fine weather at the seacoast, I was thrown into the company of a most

fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I 'never told my love'

vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she

understood me at last, and looked a return the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I

confess it with shame shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and farther; till

finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed

mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of

I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced, and filled up an

interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking

wolfishly to the back of my legs, her lip curled up, and her white teeth watering for a snatch. My caress

'You'd better let the dog alone,' growled Mr. Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a

punch of his foot. 'She's not accustomed to be spoiled not kept for a pet.' Then, striding to a side door, he

Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master

dived down to him, leaving me VISAVIS the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheepdogs, who

shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their

fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in

winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she

suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. I flung her back, and hastened to interpose the table

between us. This proceeding aroused the whole hive: halfadozen fourfooted fiends, of various sizes and

ages, issued from hidden dens to the common centre. I felt my heels and coatlaps peculiar subjects of

assault; and parrying off the larger combatants as effectually as I could with the poker, I was constrained to

Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar steps with vexatious phlegm: I don't think they moved one

second faster than usual, though the hearth was an absolute tempest of worrying and yelping. Happily, an

inhabitant of the kitchen made more despatch: a lusty dame, with tuckedup gown, bare arms, and

fireflushed cheeks, rushed into the midst of us flourishing a fryingpan: and used that weapon, and her

tongue, to such purpose, that the storm subsided magically, and she only remained, heaving like a sea after a

'What the devil is the matter?' he asked, eyeing me in a manner that I could ill endure, after this inhospitable

'What the devil, indeed!' I muttered. 'The herd of possessed swine could have had no worse spirits in them

than those animals of yours, sir. You might as well leave a stranger with a brood of tigers!'

'They won't meddle with persons who touch nothing,' he remarked, putting the bottle before me, and restoring

'If I had been, I would have set my signet on the biter.' Heathcliff's countenance relaxed into a grin.

'Come, come,' he said, 'you are flurried, Mr. Lockwood. Here, take a little wine. Guests are so exceedingly

rare in this house that I and my dogs, I am willing to own, hardly know how to receive them. Your health,

I bowed and returned the pledge; beginning to perceive that it would be foolish to sit sulking for the

misbehaviour of a pack of curs; besides, I felt loth to yield the fellow further amusement at my expense; since

his humour took that turn. He probably swayed by prudential consideration of the folly of offending a good

tenant relaxed a little in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns and auxiliary verbs, and introduced

what he supposed would be a subject of interest to me, a discourse on the advantages and disadvantages of

my present place of retirement. I found him very intelligent on the topics we touched; and before I went

home, I was encouraged so far as to volunteer another visit tomorrow. He evidently wished no repetition of

my intrusion. I shall go, notwithstanding. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

YESTERDAY afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of

wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. On coming up from dinner, however, (N.B. I dine

between twelve and one o'clock; the housekeeper, a matronly lady, taken as a fixture along with the house,

could not, or would not, comprehend my request that I might be served at five) on mounting the stairs with

this lazy intention, and stepping into the room, I saw a servantgirl on her knees surrounded by brushes and

coalscuttles, and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders. This spectacle

drove me back immediately; I took my hat, and, after a fourmiles' walk, arrived at Heathcliff's gardengate

On that bleak hilltop the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb.

Being unable to remove the chain, I jumped over, and, running up the flagged causeway bordered with

straggling gooseberrybushes, knocked vainly for admittance, till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled.

'Wretched inmates!' I ejaculated, mentally, 'you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your

churlish inhospitality. At least, I would not keep my doors barred in the daytime. I don't care I will get in!'

So resolved, I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently. Vinegarfaced Joseph projected his head from a

'What are ye for?' he shouted. 'T' maister's down i' t' fowld. Go round by th' end o' t' laith, if ye went to spake

'There's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll not oppen 't an ye mak' yer flaysome dins till neeght.'

The snow began to drive thickly. I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man without coat,

and shouldering a pitchfork, appeared in the yard behind. He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching

through a washhouse, and a paved area containing a coalshed, pump, and pigeoncot, we at length arrived

in the huge, warm, cheerful apartment where I was formerly received. It glowed delightfully in the radiance

of an immense fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood; and near the table, laid for a plentiful evening meal,

I was pleased to observe the 'missis,' an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected. I bowed

and waited, thinking she would bid me take a seat. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained

'Rough weather!' I remarked. 'I'm afraid, Mrs. Heathcliff, the door must bear the consequence of your

She never opened her mouth. I stared she stared also: at any rate, she kept her eyes on me in a cool,

I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the

'A beautiful animal!' I commenced again. 'Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?'

'They are not mine,' said the amiable hostess, more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied.

'Ah, your favourites are among these?' I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.

Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits. I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my

'You should not have come out,' she said, rising and reaching from the chimneypiece two of the painted

Her position before was sheltered from the light; now, I had a distinct view of her whole figure and

countenance. She was slender, and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form, and the most

exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding; small features, very fair; flaxen ringlets, or

rather golden, hanging loose on her delicate neck; and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, that

would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered

between scorn and a kind of desperation, singularly unnatural to be detected there. The canisters were almost

out of her reach; I made a motion to aid her; she turned upon me as a miser might turn if any one attempted to

'Were you asked to tea?' she demanded, tying an apron over her neat black frock, and standing with a

She flung the tea back, spoon and all, and resumed her chair in a pet; her forehead corrugated, and her red

Meanwhile, the young man had slung on to his person a decidedly shabby upper garment, and, erecting

himself before the blaze, looked down on me from the corner of his eyes, for all the world as if there were

some mortal feud unavenged between us. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and

speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. and Mrs. Heathcliff; his thick

brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks, and his hands

were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free, almost haughty, and he showed

none of a domestic's assiduity in attending on the lady of the house. In the absence of clear proofs of his

condition, I deemed it best to abstain from noticing his curious conduct; and, five minutes afterwards, the

entrance of Heathcliff relieved me, in some measure, from my uncomfortable state.

'You see, sir, I am come, according to promise!' I exclaimed, assuming the cheerful; 'and I fear I shall be

'Half an hour?' he said, shaking the white flakes from his clothes; 'I wonder you should select the thick of a

snowstorm to ramble about in. Do you know that you run a risk of being lost in the marshes? People

familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings; and I can tell you there is no chance of a

'Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads, and he might stay at the Grange till morning could you spare

'Are you going to mak' the tea?' demanded he of the shabby coat, shifting his ferocious gaze from me to the

'Get it ready, will you?' was the answer, uttered so savagely that I started. The tone in which the words were

said revealed a genuine bad nature. I no longer felt inclined to call Heathcliff a capital fellow. When the

preparations were finished, he invited me with 'Now, sir, bring forward your chair.' And we all, including

the rustic youth, drew round the table: an austere silence prevailing while we discussed our meal.

I thought, if I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. They could not every day sit

so grim and taciturn; and it was impossible, however illtempered they might be, that the universal scowl

'It is strange,' I began, in the interval of swallowing one cup of tea and receiving another 'it is strange how

custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such

complete exile from the world as you spend, Mr. Heathcliff; yet, I'll venture to say, that, surrounded by your

family, and with your amiable lady as the presiding genius over your home and heart '

'My amiable lady!' he interrupted, with an almost diabolical sneer on his face. 'Where is she my amiable

'Well, yes oh, you would intimate that her spirit has taken the post of ministering angel, and guards the

Perceiving myself in a blunder, I attempted to correct it. I might have seen there was too great a disparity

between the ages of the parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. One was about forty: a period

of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is

reserved for the solace of our declining years. The other did not look seventeen.

Then it flashed on me 'The clown at my elbow, who is drinking his tea out of a basin and eating his broad

with unwashed hands, may be her husband: Heathcliff junior, of course. Here is the consequence of being

buried alive: she has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed!

A sad pity I must beware how I cause her to regret her choice.' The last reflection may seem conceited; it

was not. My neighbour struck me as bordering on repulsive; I knew, through experience, that I was tolerably

'Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughterinlaw,' said Heathcliff, corroborating my surmise. He turned, as he spoke, a

peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred; unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will

'Ah, certainly I see now: you are the favoured possessor of the beneficent fairy,' I remarked, turning to my

This was worse than before: the youth grew crimson, and clenched his fist, with every appearance of a

meditated assault. But he seemed to recollect himself presently, and smothered the storm in a brutal curse,

'Unhappy in your conjectures, sir,' observed my host; 'we neither of us have the privilege of owning your

good fairy; her mate is dead. I said she was my daughterinlaw: therefore, she must have married my son.'

Heathcliff smiled again, as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him.

'My name is Hareton Earnshaw,' growled the other; 'and I'd counsel you to respect it!'

'I've shown no disrespect,' was my reply, laughing internally at the dignity with which he announced himself.

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his

ears or render my hilarity audible. I began to feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle. The

dismal spiritual atmosphere overcame, and more than neutralised, the glowing physical comforts round me;

The business of eating being concluded, and no one uttering a word of sociable conversation, I approached a

window to examine the weather. A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely, and sky and

'I don't think it possible for me to get home now without a guide,' I could not help exclaiming. 'The roads will

be buried already; and, if they were bare, I could scarcely distinguish a foot in advance.'

'Hareton, drive those dozen sheep into the barn porch. They'll be covered if left in the fold all night: and put a

There was no reply to my question; and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for

the dogs, and Mrs. Heathcliff leaning over the fire, diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which

had fallen from the chimneypiece as she restored the teacanister to its place. The former, when he had

deposited his burden, took a critical survey of the room, and in cracked tones grated out 'Aw wonder how

yah can faishion to stand thear i' idleness un war, when all on 'ems goan out! Bud yah're a nowt, and it's no

use talking yah'll niver mend o'yer ill ways, but goa raight to t' divil, like yer mother afore ye!'

I imagined, for a moment, that this piece of eloquence was addressed to me; and, sufficiently enraged,

stepped towards the aged rascal with an intention of kicking him out of the door. Mrs. Heathcliff, however,

'You scandalous old hypocrite!' she replied. 'Are you not afraid of being carried away bodily, whenever you

mention the devil's name? I warn you to refrain from provoking me, or I'll ask your abduction as a special

favour! Stop! look here, Joseph,' she continued, taking a long, dark book from a shelf; 'I'll show you how far

I've progressed in the Black Art: I shall soon be competent to make a clear house of it. The red cow didn't die

by chance; and your rheumatism can hardly be reckoned among providential visitations!'

'No, reprobate! you are a castaway be off, or I'll hurt you seriously! I'll have you all modelled in wax and

clay! and the first who passes the limits I fix shall I'll not say what he shall be done to but, you'll see! Go,

The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes, and Joseph, trembling with sincere horror,

hurried out, praying, and ejaculating 'wicked' as he went. I thought her conduct must be prompted by a

species of dreary fun; and, now that we were alone, I endeavoured to interest her in my distress.

'Mrs. Heathcliff,' I said earnestly, 'you must excuse me for troubling you. I presume, because, with that face,

I'm sure you cannot help being goodhearted. Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way

home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!'

'Take the road you came,' she answered, ensconcing herself in a chair, with a candle, and the long book open

'Then, if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow, your conscience won't whisper

'How so? I cannot escort you. They wouldn't let me go to the end of the garden wall.'

'YOU! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold, for my convenience, on such a night,' I cried. 'I

want you to tell me my way, not to SHOW it: or else to persuade Mr. Heathcliff to give me a guide.'

'I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills,' cried Heathcliff's stern voice

from the kitchen entrance. 'As to staying here, I don't keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed

'No, no! A stranger is a stranger, be he rich or poor: it will not suit me to permit any one the range of the

With this insult my patience was at an end. I uttered an expression of disgust, and pushed past him into the

yard, running against Earnshaw in my haste. It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit; and, as I

wandered round, I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. At first the young

'You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master, or whatever relation he bore. 'And who is to look after the

'A man's life is of more consequence than one evening's neglect of the horses: somebody must go,' murmured

'Not at your command!' retorted Hareton. 'If you set store on him, you'd better be quiet.'

'Then I hope his ghost will haunt you; and I hope Mr. Heathcliff will never get another tenant till the Grange

'Hearken, hearken, shoo's cursing on 'em!' muttered Joseph, towards whom I had been steering.

He sat within earshot, milking the cows by the light of a lantern, which I seized unceremoniously, and,

calling out that I would send it back on the morrow, rushed to the nearest postern.

'Maister, maister, he's staling t' lanthern!' shouted the ancient, pursuing my retreat. 'Hey, Gnasher! Hey, dog!

On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down, and extinguishing the

light; while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton put the copestone on my rage and humiliation.

Fortunately, the beasts seemed more bent on stretching their paws, and yawning, and flourishing their tails,

than devouring me alive; but they would suffer no resurrection, and I was forced to lie till their malignant

masters pleased to deliver me: then, hatless and trembling with wrath, I ordered the miscreants to let me out

on their peril to keep me one minute longer with several incoherent threats of retaliation that, in their

The vehemence of my agitation brought on a copious bleeding at the nose, and still Heathcliff laughed, and

still I scolded. I don't know what would have concluded the scene, had there not been one person at hand

rather more rational than myself, and more benevolent than my entertainer. This was Zillah, the stout

housewife; who at length issued forth to inquire into the nature of the uproar. She thought that some of them

had been laying violent hands on me; and, not daring to attack her master, she turned her vocal artillery

'Well, Mr. Earnshaw,' she cried, 'I wonder what you'll have agait next? Are we going to murder folk on our

very doorstones? I see this house will never do for me look at t' poor lad, he's fair choking! Wisht, wisht;

With these words she suddenly splashed a pint of icy water down my neck, and pulled me into the kitchen.

Mr. Heathcliff followed, his accidental merriment expiring quickly in his habitual moroseness.

I was sick exceedingly, and dizzy, and faint; and thus compelled perforce to accept lodgings under his roof.

He told Zillah to give me a glass of brandy, and then passed on to the inner room; while she condoled with

me on my sorry predicament, and having obeyed his orders, whereby I was somewhat revived, ushered me to

WHILE leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for

her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there

willingly. I asked the reason. She did not know, she answered: she had only lived there a year or two; and

Too stupefied to be curious myself, I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture

consisted of a chair, a clothespress, and a large oak case, with squares cut out near the top resembling coach

windows. Having approached this structure, I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of

oldfashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family

having a room to himself. In fact, it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it enclosed,

served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt

The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner; and it was covered

with writing scratched on the paint. This writing, however, was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of

characters, large and small CATHERINE EARNSHAW, here and there varied to CATHERINE

In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw

Heathcliff Linton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters

started from the dark, as vivid as spectres the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the

obtrusive name, I discovered my candlewick reclining on one of the antique volumes, and perfuming the

place with an odour of roasted calfskin. I snuffed it off, and, very ill at ease under the influence of cold and

lingering nausea, sat up and spread open the injured tome on my knee. It was a Testament, in lean type, and

smelling dreadfully musty: a flyleaf bore the inscription 'Catherine Earnshaw, her book,' and a date some

quarter of a century back. I shut it, and took up another and another, till I had examined all. Catherine's

library was select, and its state of dilapidation proved it to have been well used, though not altogether for a

legitimate purpose: scarcely one chapter had escaped, a penandink commentary at least the appearance

of one covering every morsel of blank that the printer had left. Some were detached sentences; other parts

took the form of a regular diary, scrawled in an unformed, childish hand. At the top of an extra page (quite a

treasure, probably, when first lighted on) I was greatly amused to behold an excellent caricature of my friend

Joseph, rudely, yet powerfully sketched. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown

'An awful Sunday,' commenced the paragraph beneath. 'I wish my father were back again. Hindley is a

detestable substitute his conduct to Heathcliff is atrocious H. and I are going to rebel we took our

'All day had been flooding with rain; we could not go to church, so Joseph must needs get up a congregation

in the garret; and, while Hindley and his wife basked downstairs before a comfortable fire doing anything

but reading their Bibles, I'll answer for it Heathcliff, myself, and the unhappy ploughboy were commanded

to take our prayerbooks, and mount: we were ranged in a row, on a sack of corn, groaning and shivering,

and hoping that Joseph would shiver too, so that he might give us a short homily for his own sake. A vain

idea! The service lasted precisely three hours; and yet my brother had the face to exclaim, when he saw us

descending, "What, done already?" On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play, if we did not make

'"You forget you have a master here," says the tyrant. "I'll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I

insist on perfect sobriety and silence. Oh, boy! was that you? Frances darling, pull his hair as you go by: I

heard him snap his fingers." Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her

husband's knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour foolish

palaver that we should be ashamed of. We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the

dresser. I had just fastened our pinafores together, and hung them up for a curtain, when in comes Joseph, on

an errand from the stables. He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks:

'"T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath not o'ered, und t' sound o' t' gospel still i' yer lugs, and ye darr be

laiking! Shame on ye! sit ye down, ill childer! there's good books eneugh if ye'll read 'em: sit ye down, and

'Saying this, he compelled us so to square our positions that we might receive from the faroff fire a dull ray

to show us the text of the lumber he thrust upon us. I could not bear the employment. I took my dingy volume

by the scroop, and hurled it into the dogkennel, vowing I hated a good book. Heathcliff kicked his to the same

'"Maister Hindley!" shouted our chaplain. " Maister, coom hither! Miss Cathy's riven th' back off 'Th' Helmet

o' Salvation,' un' Heathcliff's pawsed his fit into t' first part o' 'T' Brooad Way to Destruction!' It's fair

flaysome that ye let 'em go on this gait. Ech! th' owd man wad ha' laced 'em properly but he's goan!"

'Hindley hurried up from his paradise on the hearth, and seizing one of us by the collar, and the other by the

arm, hurled both into the backkitchen; where, Joseph asseverated, "owd Nick would fetch us as sure as we

were living: and, so comforted, we each sought a separate nook to await his advent. I reached this book, and a

pot of ink from a shelf, and pushed the housedoor ajar to give me light, and I have got the time on with

writing for twenty minutes; but my companion is impatient, and proposes that we should appropriate the

dairywoman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter. A pleasant suggestion and then, if

the surly old man come in, he may believe his prophecy verified we cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain

I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed

'How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so!' she wrote. 'My head aches, till I cannot

keep it on the pillow; and still I can't give over. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond, and won't let

him sit with us, nor eat with us any more; and, he says, he and I must not play together, and threatens to turn

him out of the house if we break his orders. He has been blaming our father (how dared he?) for treating H.

I began to nod drowsily over the dim page: my eye wandered from manuscript to print. I saw a red

ornamented title 'Seventy Times Seven, and the First of the SeventyFirst.' A Pious Discourse delivered by

the Reverend Jabez Branderham, in the Chapel of Gimmerden Sough.' And while I was, halfconsciously,

worrying my brain to guess what Jabez Branderham would make of his subject, I sank back in bed, and fell

asleep. Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper! What else could it be that made me pass such a

terrible night? I don't remember another that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering.

I began to dream, almost before I ceased to be sensible of my locality. I thought it was morning; and I had set

out on my way home, with Joseph for a guide. The snow lay yards deep in our road; and, as we floundered

on, my companion wearied me with constant reproaches that I had not brought a pilgrim's staff: telling me

that I could never get into the house without one, and boastfully flourishing a heavyheaded cudgel, which I

understood to be so denominated. For a moment I considered it absurd that I should need such a weapon to

gain admittance into my own residence. Then a new idea flashed across me. I was not going there: we were

journeying to hear the famous Jabez Branderham preach, from the text 'Seventy Times Seven;' and either

Joseph, the preacher, or I had committed the 'First of the SeventyFirst,' and were to be publicly exposed and

We came to the chapel. I have passed it really in my walks, twice or thrice; it lies in a hollow, between two

hills: an elevated hollow, near a swamp, whose peaty moisture is said to answer all the purposes of

embalming on the few corpses deposited there. The roof has been kept whole hitherto; but as the clergyman's

stipend is only twenty pounds per annum, and a house with two rooms, threatening speedily to determine into

one, no clergyman will undertake the duties of pastor: especially as it is currently reported that his flock

would rather let him starve than increase the living by one penny from their own pockets. However, in my

dream, Jabez had a full and attentive congregation; and he preached good God! what a sermon; divided into

FOUR HUNDRED AND NINETY parts, each fully equal to an ordinary address from the pulpit, and each

discussing a separate sin! Where he searched for them, I cannot tell. He had his private manner of interpreting

the phrase, and it seemed necessary the brother should sin different sins on every occasion. They were of the

Oh, how weary I grow. How I writhed, and yawned, and nodded, and revived! How I pinched and pricked

myself, and rubbed my eyes, and stood up, and sat down again, and nudged Joseph to inform me if he would

EVER have done. I was condemned to hear all out: finally, he reached the 'FIRST OF THE

SEVENTYFIRST.' At that crisis, a sudden inspiration descended on me; I was moved to rise and denounce

'Sir,' I exclaimed, 'sitting here within these four walls, at one stretch, I have endured and forgiven the four

hundred and ninety heads of your discourse. Seventy times seven times have I plucked up my hat and been

about to depart Seventy times seven times have you preposterously forced me to resume my seat. The four

hundred and ninetyfirst is too much. Fellowmartyrs, have at him! Drag him down, and crush him to atoms,

'THOU ART THE MAN!' cried Jabez, after a solemn pause, leaning over his cushion. 'Seventy times seven

times didst thou gapingly contort thy visage seventy times seven did I take counsel with my soul Lo, this

is human weakness: this also may be absolved! The First of the SeventyFirst is come. Brethren, execute

With that concluding word, the whole assembly, exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body;

and I, having no weapon to raise in selfdefence, commenced grappling with Joseph, my nearest and most

ferocious assailant, for his. In the confluence of the multitude, several clubs crossed; blows, aimed at me, fell

on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with rappings and counter rappings: every man's

hand was against his neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, poured forth his zeal in a shower

of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which responded so smartly that, at last, to my unspeakable relief,

they woke me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had played Jabez's part in

the row? Merely the branch of a firtree that touched my lattice as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry

cones against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant; detected the disturber, then turned and dozed, and

This time, I remembered I was lying in the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind, and the driving

of the snow; I heard, also, the fir bough repeat its teasing sound, and ascribed it to the right cause: but it

annoyed me so much, that I resolved to silence it, if possible; and, I thought, I rose and endeavoured to

unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple: a circumstance observed by me when awake, but

forgotten. 'I must stop it, nevertheless!' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an

arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little,

icecold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand

clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling,

meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I

had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it

spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding

it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro

till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!' and maintained its tenacious

gripe, almost maddening me with fear. 'How can I!' I said at length. 'Let ME go, if you want me to let you in!'

The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it,

and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an

hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on! 'Begone!' I shouted. 'I'll never let

you in, not if you beg for twenty years.' 'It is twenty years,' mourned the voice: 'twenty years. I've been a waif

for twenty years!' Thereat began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward.

I tried to jump up; but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I

discovered the yell was not ideal: hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody pushed it open,

with a vigorous hand, and a light glimmered through the squares at the top of the bed. I sat shuddering yet,

and wiping the perspiration from my forehead: the intruder appeared to hesitate, and muttered to himself. At

last, he said, in a halfwhisper, plainly not expecting an answer, 'Is any one here?' I considered it best to

confess my presence; for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he might search further, if I kept quiet. With

this intention, I turned and opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced.

Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers; with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his

face as white as the wall behind him. The first creak of the oak startled him like an electric shock: the light

leaped from his hold to a distance of some feet, and his agitation was so extreme, that he could hardly pick it

'It is only your guest, sir,' I called out, desirous to spare him the humiliation of exposing his cowardice

further. 'I had the misfortune to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I disturbed you.'

'Oh, God confound you, Mr. Lockwood! I wish you were at the ' commenced my host, setting the candle on

a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady. 'And who showed you up into this room?' he

continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. 'Who

'It was your servant Zillah,' I replied, flinging myself on to the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments. 'I

should not care if you did, Mr. Heathcliff; she richly deserves it. I suppose that she wanted to get another

proof that the place was haunted, at my expense. Well, it is swarming with ghosts and goblins! You have

reason in shutting it up, I assure you. No one will thank you for a doze in such a den!'

'What do you mean?' asked Heathcliff, 'and what are you doing? Lie down and finish out the night, since you

ARE here; but, for heaven's sake! don't repeat that horrid noise: nothing could excuse it, unless you were

'If the little fiend had got in at the window, she probably would have strangled me!' I returned. 'I'm not going

to endure the persecutions of your hospitable ancestors again. Was not the Reverend Jabez Branderham akin

to you on the mother's side? And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she was called she

must have been a changeling wicked little soul! She told me she had been walking the earth these twenty

Scarcely were these words uttered when I recollected the association of Heathcliff's with Catherine's name in

the book, which had completely slipped from my memory, till thus awakened. I blushed at my

inconsideration: but, without showing further consciousness of the offence, I hastened to add 'The truth is,

sir, I passed the first part of the night in ' Here I stopped afresh I was about to say 'perusing those old

volumes,' then it would have revealed my knowledge of their written, as well as their printed, contents; so,

correcting myself, I went on 'in spelling over the name scratched on that windowledge. A monotonous

'What CAN you mean by talking in this way to ME!' thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. 'How

how DARE you, under my roof? God! he's mad to speak so!' And he struck his forehead with rage.

I did not know whether to resent this language or pursue my explanation; but he seemed so powerfully

affected that I took pity and proceeded with my dreams; affirming I had never heard the appellation of

'Catherine Linton' before, but reading it often over produced an impression which personified itself when I

had no longer my imagination under control. Heathcliff gradually fell back into the shelter of the bed, as I

spoke; finally sitting down almost concealed behind it. I guessed, however, by his irregular and intercepted

breathing, that he struggled to vanquish an excess of violent emotion. Not liking to show him that I had heard

the conflict, I continued my toilette rather noisily, looked at my watch, and soliloquised on the length of the

night: 'Not three o'clock yet! I could have taken oath it had been six. Time stagnates here: we must surely

'Always at nine in winter, and rise at four,' said my host, suppressing a groan: and, as I fancied, by the motion

of his arm's shadow, dashing a tear from his eyes. 'Mr. Lockwood,' he added, 'you may go into my room:

you'll only be in the way, coming downstairs so early: and your childish outcry has sent sleep to the devil for

'And for me, too,' I replied. 'I'll walk in the yard till daylight, and then I'll be off; and you need not dread a

repetition of my intrusion. I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A

'Delightful company!' muttered Heathcliff. 'Take the candle, and go where you please. I shall join you

directly. Keep out of the yard, though, the dogs are unchained; and the house Juno mounts sentinel there,

and nay, you can only ramble about the steps and passages. But, away with you! I'll come in two minutes!'

I obeyed, so far as to quit the chamber; when, ignorant where the narrow lobbies led, I stood still, and was

witness, involuntarily, to a piece of superstition on the part of my landlord which belied, oddly, his apparent

sense. He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable

passion of tears. 'Come in! come in!' he sobbed. 'Cathy, do come. Oh, do ONCE more! Oh! my heart's

darling! hear me THIS time, Catherine, at last!' The spectre showed a spectre's ordinary caprice: it gave no

sign of being; but the snow and wind whirled wildly through, even reaching my station, and blowing out the

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me

overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous

nightmare, since it produced that agony; though WHY was beyond my comprehension. I descended

cautiously to the lower regions, and landed in the backkitchen, where a gleam of fire, raked compactly

together, enabled me to rekindle my candle. Nothing was stirring except a brindled, grey cat, which crept

Two benches, shaped in sections of a circle, nearly enclosed the hearth; on one of these I stretched myself,

and Grimalkin mounted the other. We were both of us nodding ere any one invaded our retreat, and then it

was Joseph, shuffling down a wooden ladder that vanished in the roof, through a trap: the ascent to his garret,

I suppose. He cast a sinister look at the little flame which I had enticed to play between the ribs, swept the cat

from its elevation, and bestowing himself in the vacancy, commenced the operation of stuffing a threeinch

pipe with tobacco. My presence in his sanctum was evidently esteemed a piece of impudence too shameful

for remark: he silently applied the tube to his lips, folded his arms, and puffed away. I let him enjoy the

luxury unannoyed; and after sucking out his last wreath, and heaving a profound sigh, he got up, and departed

A more elastic footstep entered next; and now I opened my mouth for a 'goodmorning,' but closed it again,

the salutation unachieved; for Hareton Earnshaw was performing his orison SOTTO VOCE, in a series of

curses directed against every object he touched, while he rummaged a corner for a spade or shovel to dig

through the drifts. He glanced over the back of the bench, dilating his nostrils, and thought as little of

exchanging civilities with me as with my companion the cat. I guessed, by his preparations, that egress was

allowed, and, leaving my hard couch, made a movement to follow him. He noticed this, and thrust at an inner

door with the end of his spade, intimating by an inarticulate sound that there was the place where I must go, if

It opened into the house, where the females were already astir; Zillah urging flakes of flame up the chimney

with a colossal bellows; and Mrs. Heathcliff, kneeling on the hearth, reading a book by the aid of the blaze.

She held her hand interposed between the furnaceheat and her eyes, and seemed absorbed in her occupation;

desisting from it only to chide the servant for covering her with sparks, or to push away a dog, now and then,

that snoozled its nose overforwardly into her face. I was surprised to see Heathcliff there also. He stood by

the fire, his back towards me, just finishing a stormy scene with poor Zillah; who ever and anon interrupted

'And you, you worthless ' he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughterinlaw, and employing an

epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash . 'There you are, at your idle

tricks again! The rest of them do earn their bread you live on my charity! Put your trash away, and find

something to do. You shall pay me for the plague of having you eternally in my sight do you hear,

'I'll put my trash away, because you can make me if I refuse,' answered the young lady, closing her book, and

throwing it on a chair. 'But I'll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I

Heathcliff lifted his hand, and the speaker sprang to a safer distance, obviously acquainted with its weight.

Having no desire to be entertained by a catanddog combat, I stepped forward briskly, as if eager to partake

the warmth of the hearth, and innocent of any knowledge of the interrupted dispute. Each had enough

decorum to suspend further hostilities: Heathcliff placed his fists, out of temptation, in his pockets; Mrs.

Heathcliff curled her lip, and walked to a seat far off, where she kept her word by playing the part of a statue

during the remainder of my stay. That was not long. I declined joining their breakfast, and, at the first gleam

of dawn, took an opportunity of escaping into the free air, now clear, and still, and cold as impalpable ice.

My landlord halloed for me to stop ere I reached the bottom of the garden, and offered to accompany me

across the moor. It was well he did, for the whole hillback was one billowy, white ocean; the swells and

falls not indicating corresponding rises and depressions in the ground: many pits, at least, were filled to a

level; and entire ranges of mounds, the refuse of the quarries, blotted from the chart which my yesterday's

walk left pictured in my mind. I had remarked on one side of the road, at intervals of six or seven yards, a line

of upright stones, continued through the whole length of the barren: these were erected and daubed with lime

on purpose to serve as guides in the dark, and also when a fall, like the present, confounded the deep swamps

on either hand with the firmer path: but, excepting a dirty dot pointing up here and there, all traces of their

existence had vanished: and my companion found it necessary to warn me frequently to steer to the right or

We exchanged little conversation, and he halted at the entrance of Thrushcross Park, saying, I could make no

error there. Our adieux were limited to a hasty bow, and then I pushed forward, trusting to my own resources;

for the porter's lodge is untenanted as yet. The distance from the gate to the grange is two miles; I believe I

managed to make it four, what with losing myself among the trees, and sinking up to the neck in snow: a

predicament which only those who have experienced it can appreciate. At any rate, whatever were my

wanderings, the clock chimed twelve as I entered the house; and that gave exactly an hour for every mile of

My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me; exclaiming, tumultuously, they had completely

given me up: everybody conjectured that I perished last night; and they were wondering how they must set

about the search for my remains. I bid them be quiet, now that they saw me returned, and, benumbed to my

very heart, I dragged upstairs; whence, after putting on dry clothes, and pacing to and fro thirty or forty

minutes, to restore the animal heat, I adjourned to my study, feeble as a kitten: almost too much so to enjoy

the cheerful fire and smoking coffee which the servant had prepared for my refreshment.

WHAT vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social

intercourse, and thanked my stars that, at length, I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable

I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to

strike my colours; and under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment,

I desired Mrs. Dean, when she brought in supper, to sit down while I ate it; hoping sincerely she would prove

a regular gossip, and either rouse me to animation or lull me to sleep by her talk.

'You have lived here a considerable time,' I commenced; 'did you not say sixteen years?'

'Eighteen, sir: I came when the mistress was married, to wait on her; after she died, the master retained me for

There ensued a pause. She was not a gossip, I feared; unless about her own affairs, and those could hardly

interest me. However, having studied for an interval, with a fist on either knee, and a cloud of meditation over

her ruddy countenance, she ejaculated 'Ah, times are greatly changed since then!'

'Oh, I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!' I thought to myself. 'A good subject to start! And that pretty

girlwidow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable,

an exotic that the surly INDIGENAE will not recognise for kin.' With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why

Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. 'Is he

'Rich, sir!' she returned. 'He has nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he's rich

enough to live in a finer house than this: but he's very near closehanded; and, if he had meant to flit to

Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of

getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!'

'Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I

did wish Mr. Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again.'

'What! Catherine Linton?' I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute's reflection convinced me it was not my

'And who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr. Heathcliff? Are they relations?'

'Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff

'I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over the front door. Are they an old family?'

'Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us I mean, of the Lintons. Have you

been to Wuthering Heights? I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!'

'Mrs. Heathcliff? she looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy.'

'Rough as a sawedge, and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better.'

'He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl. Do you know anything of his

'It's a cuckoo's, sir I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got

his money at first. And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock! The unfortunate lad is the only

'Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest if I

'Oh, certainly, sir! I'll just fetch a little sewing, and then I'll sit as long as you please. But you've caught cold:

The worthy woman bustled off, and I crouched nearer the fire; my head felt hot, and the rest of me chill:

moreover, I was excited, almost to a pitch of foolishness, through my nerves and brain. This caused me to

feel, not uncomfortable, but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of today and

yesterday. She returned presently, bringing a smoking basin and a basket of work; and, having placed the

former on the hob, drew in her seat, evidently pleased to find me so companionable.

Before I came to live here, she commenced waiting no farther invitation to her story I was almost always

at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton's father, and I

got used to playing with the children: I ran errands too, and helped to make hay, and hung about the farm

ready for anything that anybody would set me to. One fine summer morning it was the beginning of

harvest, I remember Mr. Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs, dressed for a journey; and, after he

had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me for I sat

eating my porridge with them and he said, speaking to his son, 'Now, my bonny man, I'm going to

Liverpool today, what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like: only let it be little, for I shall walk

there and back: sixty miles each way, that is a long spell!' Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss

Cathy; she was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip. He did

not forget me; for he had a kind heart, though he was rather severe sometimes. He promised to bring me a

pocketful of apples and pears, and then he kissed his children, said goodbye, and set off.

It seemed a long while to us all the three days of his absence and often did little Cathy ask when he would

be home. Mrs. Earnshaw expected him by suppertime on the third evening, and she put the meal off hour

after hour; there were no signs of his coming, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to

the gate to look. Then it grew dark; she would have had them to bed, but they begged sadly to be allowed to

stay up; and, just about eleven o'clock, the doorlatch was raised quietly, and in stepped the master. He threw

himself into a chair, laughing and groaning, and bid them all stand off, for he was nearly killed he would

'And at the end of it to be flighted to death!' he said, opening his greatcoat, which he held bundled up in his

arms. 'See here, wife! I was never so beaten with anything in my life: but you must e'en take it as a gift of

We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy's head I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, blackhaired child; big

enough both to walk and talk: indeed, its face looked older than Catherine's; yet when it was set on its feet, it

only stared round, and repeated over and over again some gibberish that nobody could understand. I was

frightened, and Mrs. Earnshaw was ready to fling it out of doors: she did fly up, asking how he could fashion

to bring that gipsy brat into the house, when they had their own bairns to feed and fend for? What he meant to

do with it, and whether he were mad? The master tried to explain the matter; but he was really half dead with

fatigue, and all that I could make out, amongst her scolding, was a tale of his seeing it starving, and

houseless, and as good as dumb, in the streets of Liverpool, where he picked it up and inquired for its owner.

Not a soul knew to whom it belonged, he said; and his money and time being both limited, he thought it

better to take it home with him at once, than run into vain expenses there: because he was determined he

would not leave it as he found it. Well, the conclusion was, that my mistress grumbled herself calm; and Mr.

Earnshaw told me to wash it, and give it clean things, and let it sleep with the children.

Hindley and Cathy contented themselves with looking and listening till peace was restored: then, both began

searching their father's pockets for the presents he had promised them. The former was a boy of fourteen, but

when he drew out what had been a fiddle, crushed to morsels in the greatcoat, he blubbered aloud; and

Cathy, when she learned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger, showed her humour by

grinning and spitting at the stupid little thing; earning for her pains a sound blow from her father, to teach her

cleaner manners. They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; and I had no more

sense, so I put it on the landing of the stairs, hoping it might he gone on the morrow. By chance, or else

attracted by hearing his voice, it crept to Mr. Earnshaw's door, and there he found it on quitting his chamber.

Inquiries were made as to how it got there; I was obliged to confess, and in recompense for my cowardice and

This was Heathcliff's first introduction to the family. On coming back a few days afterwards (for I did not

consider my banishment perpetual), I found they had christened him 'Heathcliff': it was the name of a son

who died in childhood, and it has served him ever since, both for Christian and surname. Miss Cathy and he

were now very thick; but Hindley hated him: and to say the truth I did the same; and we plagued and went on

with him shamefully: for I wasn't reasonable enough to feel my injustice, and the mistress never put in a word

He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to illtreatment: he would stand Hindley's blows without

winking or shedding a tear, and my pinches moved him only to draw in a breath and open his eyes, as if he

had hurt himself by accident, and nobody was to blame. This endurance made old Earnshaw furious, when he

discovered his son persecuting the poor fatherless child, as he called him. He took to Heathcliff strangely,

believing all he said (for that matter, he said precious little, and generally the truth), and petting him up far

So, from the very beginning, he bred bad feeling in the house; and at Mrs. Earnshaw's death, which happened

in less than two years after, the young master had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a

friend, and Heathcliff as a usurper of his parent's affections and his privileges; and he grew bitter with

brooding over these injuries. I sympathised a while; but when the children fell ill of the measles, and I had to

tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman at once, I changed my idea. Heathcliff was dangerously sick;

and while he lay at the worst he would have me constantly by his pillow: I suppose he felt I did a good deal

for him, and he hadn't wit to guess that I was compelled to do it. However, I will say this, he was the quietest

child that ever nurse watched over. The difference between him and the others forced me to be less partial.

Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as uncomplaining as a lamb; though hardness, not

He got through, and the doctor affirmed it was in a great measure owing to me, and praised me for my care. I

was vain of his commendations, and softened towards the being by whose means I earned them, and thus

Hindley lost his last ally: still I couldn't dote on Heathcliff, and I wondered often what my master saw to

admire so much in the sullen boy; who never, to my recollection, repaid his indulgence by any sign of

gratitude. He was not insolent to his benefactor, he was simply insensible; though knowing perfectly the hold

he had on his heart, and conscious he had only to speak and all the house would be obliged to bend to his

wishes. As an instance, I remember Mr. Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts at the parish fair, and gave

the lads each one. Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it soon fell lame, and when he discovered it, he said to

'You must exchange horses with me: I don't like mine; and if you won't I shall tell your father of the three

thrashings you've given me this week, and show him my arm, which is black to the shoulder.' Hindley put out

his tongue, and cuffed him over the ears. 'You'd better do it at once,' he persisted, escaping to the porch (they

were in the stable): 'you will have to: and if I speak of these blows, you'll get them again with interest.' 'Off,

dog!' cried Hindley, threatening him with an iron weight used for weighing potatoes and hay. 'Throw it,' he

replied, standing still, 'and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he

died, and see whether he will not turn you out directly.' Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast, and down

he fell, but staggered up immediately, breathless and white; and, had not I prevented it, he would have gone

just so to the master, and got full revenge by letting his condition plead for him, intimating who had caused it.

'Take my colt, Gipsy, then!' said young Earnshaw. 'And I pray that he may break your neck: take him, and he

damned, you beggarly interloper! and wheedle my father out of all he has: only afterwards show him what

Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, and shift it to his own stall; he was passing behind it, when Hindley

finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were

fulfilled, ran away as fast as he could. I was surprised to witness how coolly the child gathered himself up,

and went on with his intention; exchanging saddles and all, and then sitting down on a bundle of hay to

overcome the qualm which the violent blow occasioned, before he entered the house. I persuaded him easily

to let me lay the blame of his bruises on the horse: he minded little what tale was told since he had what he

wanted. He complained so seldom, indeed, of such stirs as these, that I really thought him not vindictive: I

IN the course of time Mr. Earnshaw began to fail. He had been active and healthy, yet his strength left him

suddenly; and when he was confined to the chimneycorner he grew grievously irritable. A nothing vexed

him; and suspected slights of his authority nearly threw him into fits. This was especially to be remarked if

any one attempted to impose upon, or domineer over, his favourite: he was painfully jealous lest a word

should be spoken amiss to him; seeming to have got into his head the notion that, because he liked Heathcliff,

all hated, and longed to do him an illturn. It was a disadvantage to the lad; for the kinder among us did not

wish to fret the master, so we humoured his partiality; and that humouring was rich nourishment to the child's

pride and black tempers. Still it became in a manner necessary; twice, or thrice, Hindley's manifestation of

scorn, while his father was near, roused the old man to a fury: he seized his stick to strike him, and shook

At last, our curate (we had a curate then who made the living answer by teaching the little Lintons and

Earnshaws, and farming his bit of land himself) advised that the young man should be sent to college; and

Mr. Earnshaw agreed, though with a heavy spirit, for he said 'Hindley was nought, and would never thrive

I hoped heartily we should have peace now. It hurt me to think the master should be made uncomfortable by

his own good deed. I fancied the discontent of age and disease arose from his family disagreements; as he

would have it that it did: really, you know, sir, it was in his sinking frame. We might have got on tolerably,

notwithstanding, but for two people Miss Cathy, and Joseph, the servant: you saw him, I daresay, up

yonder. He was, and is yet most likely, the wearisomest selfrighteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to

rake the promises to himself and fling the curses to his neighbours. By his knack of sermonising and pious

discoursing, he contrived to make a great impression on Mr. Earnshaw; and the more feeble the master

became, the more influence he gained. He was relentless in worrying him about his soul's concerns, and about

ruling his children rigidly. He encouraged him to regard Hindley as a reprobate; and, night after night, he

regularly grumbled out a long string of tales against Heathcliff and Catherine: always minding to flatter

Certainly she had ways with her such as I never saw a child take up before; and she put all of us past our

patience fifty times and oftener in a day: from the hour she came downstairs till the hour she went to bed,

we had not a minute's security that she wouldn't be in mischief. Her spirits were always at highwater mark,

her tongue always going singing, laughing, and plaguing everybody who would not do the same. A wild,

wicked slip she was but she had the bonniest eye, the sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and,

after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened

that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her. She was much

too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him:

yet she got chided more than any of us on his account. In play, she liked exceedingly to act the little mistress;

using her hands freely, and commanding her companions: she did so to me, but I would not bear slapping and

Now, Mr. Earnshaw did not understand jokes from his children: he had always been strict and grave with

them; and Catherine, on her part, had no idea why her father should be crosser and less patient in his ailing

condition than he was in his prime. His peevish reproofs wakened in her a naughty delight to provoke him:

she was never so happy as when we were all scolding her at once, and she defying us with her bold, saucy

look, and her ready words; turning Joseph's religious curses into ridicule, baiting me, and doing just what her

father hated most showing how her pretended insolence, which he thought real, had more power over

Heathcliff than his kindness: how the boy would do HER bidding in anything, and HIS only when it suited

his own inclination. After behaving as badly as possible all day, she sometimes came fondling to make it up

at night. 'Nay, Cathy,' the old man would say, 'I cannot love thee, thou'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy

prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!' That made

her cry, at first; and then being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to say she was

But the hour came, at last, that ended Mr. Earnshaw's troubles on earth. He died quietly in his chair one

October evening, seated by the fireside. A high wind blustered round the house, and roared in the chimney:

it sounded wild and stormy, yet it was not cold, and we were all together I, a little removed from the hearth,

busy at my knitting, and Joseph reading his Bible near the table (for the servants generally sat in the house

then, after their work was done). Miss Cathy had been sick, and that made her still; she leant against her

father's knee, and Heathcliff was lying on the floor with his head in her lap. I remember the master, before he

fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair it pleased him rarely to see her gentle and saying, 'Why canst

thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why

cannot you always be a good man, father?' But as soon as she saw him vexed again, she kissed his hand, and

said she would sing him to sleep. She began singing very low, till his fingers dropped from hers, and his head

sank on his breast. Then I told her to hush, and not stir, for fear she should wake him. We all kept as mute as

mice a full halfhour, and should have done so longer, only Joseph, having finished his chapter, got up and

said that he must rouse the master for prayers and bed. He stepped forward, and called him by name, and

touched his shoulder; but he would not move: so he took the candle and looked at him. I thought there was

something wrong as he set down the light; and seizing the children each by an arm, whispered them to 'frame

upstairs, and make little din they might pray alone that evening he had summut to do.'

'I shall bid father goodnight first,' said Catherine, putting her arms round his neck, before we could hinder

her. The poor thing discovered her loss directly she screamed out 'Oh, he's dead, Heathcliff! he's dead!'

I joined my wail to theirs, loud and bitter; but Joseph asked what we could be thinking of to roar in that way

over a saint in heaven. He told me to put on my cloak and run to Gimmerton for the doctor and the parson. I

could not guess the use that either would be of, then. However, I went, through wind and rain, and brought

one, the doctor, back with me; the other said he would come in the morning. Leaving Joseph to explain

matters, I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never lain down, though it was past

midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each

other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully

as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there

MR. HINDLEY came home to the funeral; and a thing that amazed us, and set the neighbours gossiping

right and left he brought a wife with him. What she was, and where she was born, he never informed us:

probably, she had neither money nor name to recommend her, or he would scarcely have kept the union from

She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own account. Every object she saw, the

moment she crossed the threshold, appeared to delight her; and every circumstance that took place about her:

except the preparing for the burial, and the presence of the mourners. I thought she was half silly, from her

behaviour while that went on: she ran into her chamber, and made me come with her, though I should have

been dressing the children: and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands, and asking repeatedly 'Are

they gone yet?' Then she began describing with hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see black;

and started, and trembled, and, at last, fell aweeping and when I asked what was the matter, answered, she

didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying! I imagined her as little likely to die as myself. She was rather

thin, but young, and freshcomplexioned, and her eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds. I did remark, to be

sure, that mounting the stairs made her breathe very quick; that the least sudden noise set her all in a quiver,

and that she coughed troublesomely sometimes: but I knew nothing of what these symptoms portended, and

had no impulse to sympathise with her. We don't in general take to foreigners here, Mr. Lockwood, unless

Young Earnshaw was altered considerably in the three years of his absence. He had grown sparer, and lost his

colour, and spoke and dressed quite differently; and, on the very day of his return, he told Joseph and me we

must thenceforth quarter ourselves in the backkitchen, and leave the house for him. Indeed, he would have

carpeted and papered a small spare room for a parlour; but his wife expressed such pleasure at the white floor

and huge glowing fireplace, at the pewter dishes and delfcase, and dogkennel, and the wide space there

was to move about in where they usually sat, that he thought it unnecessary to her comfort, and so dropped

She expressed pleasure, too, at finding a sister among her new acquaintance; and she prattled to Catherine,

and kissed her, and ran about with her, and gave her quantities of presents, at the beginning. Her affection

tired very soon, however, and when she grew peevish, Hindley became tyrannical. A few words from her,

evincing a dislike to Heathcliff, were enough to rouse in him all his old hatred of the boy. He drove him from

their company to the servants, deprived him of the instructions of the curate, and insisted that he should

labour out of doors instead; compelling him to do so as hard as any other lad on the farm.

Heathcliff bore his degradation pretty well at first, because Cathy taught him what she learnt, and worked or

played with him in the fields. They both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being

entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. He would not even have

seen after their going to church on Sundays, only Joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when

they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order Heathcliff a flogging, and Catherine a fast from

dinner or supper. But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and

remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. The curate might set as many

chapters as he pleased for Catherine to get by heart, and Joseph might thrash Heathcliff till his arm ached;

they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some

naughty plan of revenge; and many a time I've cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily,

and I not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power I still retained over the unfriended

creatures. One Sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sittingroom, for making a

noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when I went to call them to supper, I could discover them nowhere.

We searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, Hindley

in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. The household went to

bed; and I, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained:

determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return. In a while, I distinguished steps

coming up the road, and the light of a lantern glimmered through the gate. I threw a shawl over my head and

ran to prevent them from waking Mr. Earnshaw by knocking. There was Heathcliff, by himself: it gave me a

'Where is Miss Catherine?' I cried hurriedly. 'No accident, I hope?' 'At Thrushcross Grange,' he answered;

'and I would have been there too, but they had not the manners to ask me to stay.' 'Well, you will catch it!' I

said: 'you'll never be content till you're sent about your business. What in the world led you wandering to

Thrushcross Grange?' 'Let me get off my wet clothes, and I'll tell you all about it, Nelly,' he replied. I bid him

beware of rousing the master, and while he undressed and I waited to put out the candle, he continued

'Cathy and I escaped from the washhouse to have a ramble at liberty, and getting a glimpse of the Grange

lights, we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings standing

shivering in corners, while their father and mother sat eating and drinking, and singing and laughing, and

burning their eyes out before the fire. Do you think they do? Or reading sermons, and being catechised by

their manservant, and set to learn a column of Scripture names, if they don't answer properly?' 'Probably not,'

I responded. 'They are good children, no doubt, and don't deserve the treatment you receive, for your bad

conduct.' 'Don't cant, Nelly,' he said: 'nonsense! We ran from the top of the Heights to the park, without

stopping Catherine completely beaten in the race, because she was barefoot. You'll have to seek for her

shoes in the bog tomorrow. We crept through a broken hedge, groped our way up the path, and planted

ourselves on a flowerplot under the drawingroom window. The light came from thence; they had not put

up the shutters, and the curtains were only half closed. Both of us were able to look in by standing on the

basement, and clinging to the ledge, and we saw ah! it was beautiful a splendid place carpeted with

crimson, and crimsoncovered chairs and tables, and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold, a shower of

glassdrops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers. Old Mr. and Mrs.

Linton were not there; Edgar and his sisters had it entirely to themselves. Shouldn't they have been happy?

We should have thought ourselves in heaven! And now, guess what your good children were doing? Isabella

I believe she is eleven, a year younger than Cathy lay screaming at the farther end of the room, shrieking

as if witches were running redhot needles into her. Edgar stood on the hearth weeping silently, and in the

middle of the table sat a little dog, shaking its paw and yelping; which, from their mutual accusations, we

understood they had nearly pulled in two between them. The idiots! That was their pleasure! to quarrel who

should hold a heap of warm hair, and each begin to cry because both, after struggling to get it, refused to take

it. We laughed outright at the petted things; we did despise them! When would you catch me wishing to have

what Catherine wanted? or find us by ourselves, seeking entertainment in yelling, and sobbing, and rolling on

the ground, divided by the whole room? I'd not exchange, for a thousand lives, my condition here, for Edgar

Linton's at Thrushcross Grange not if I might have the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable,

'Hush, hush!' I interrupted. 'Still you have not told me, Heathcliff, how Catherine is left behind?'

'I told you we laughed,' he answered. 'The Lintons heard us, and with one accord they shot like arrows to the

door; there was silence, and then a cry, "Oh, mamma, mamma! Oh, papa! Oh, mamma, come here. Oh, papa,

oh!" They really did howl out something in that way. We made frightful noises to terrify them still more, and

then we dropped off the ledge, because somebody was drawing the bars, and we felt we had better flee. I had

Cathy by the hand, and was urging her on, when all at once she fell down. "Run, Heathcliff, run!" she

whispered. "They have let the bulldog loose, and he holds me!" The devil had seized her ankle, Nelly: I

heard his abominable snorting. She did not yell out no! she would have scorned to do it, if she had been

spitted on the horns of a mad cow. I did, though: I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in

Christendom; and I got a stone and thrust it between his jaws, and tried with all my might to cram it down his

throat. A beast of a servant came up with a lantern, at last, shouting "Keep fast, Skulker, keep fast!" He

changed his note, however, when he saw Skulker's game. The dog was throttled off; his huge, purple tongue

hanging half a foot out of his mouth, and his pendent lips streaming with bloody slaver. The man took Cathy

up; she was sick: not from fear, I'm certain, but from pain. He carried her in; I followed, grumbling

execrations and vengeance. "What prey, Robert?" hallooed Linton from the entrance. "Skulker has caught a

little girl, sir," he replied; "and there's a lad here," he added, making a clutch at me, "who looks an

outandouter ! Very like the robbers were for putting them through the window to open the doors to the gang

after all were asleep, that they might murder us at their ease. Hold your tongue, you foulmouthed thief, you!

you shall go to the gallows for this. Mr. Linton, sir, don't lay by your gun." "No, no, Robert," said the old

fool. "The rascals knew that yesterday was my rentday: they thought to have me cleverly. Come in; I'll

furnish them a reception. There, John, fasten the chain. Give Skulker some water, Jenny. To beard a

magistrate in his stronghold, and on the Sabbath, too! Where will their insolence stop? Oh, my dear Mary,

look here! Don't be afraid, it is but a boy yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face; would it not be a

kindness to the country to hang him at once, before he shows his nature in acts as well as features?" He pulled

me under the chandelier, and Mrs. Linton placed her spectacles on her nose and raised her hands in horror.

The cowardly children crept nearer also, Isabella lisping "Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He's

exactly like the son of the fortuneteller that stole my tame pheasant. Isn't he, Edgar?"

'While they examined me, Cathy came round; she heard the last speech, and laughed. Edgar Linton, after an

inquisitive stare, collected sufficient wit to recognise her. They see us at church, you know, though we

seldom meet them elsewhere. "That's Miss Earnshaw?" he whispered to his mother, "and look how Skulker

'"Miss Earnshaw? Nonsense!" cried the dame; "Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet,

'"What culpable carelessness in her brother!" exclaimed Mr. Linton, turning from me to Catherine. "I've

understood from Shielders"' (that was the curate, sir) '"that he lets her grow up in absolute heathenism. But

who is this? Where did she pick up this companion? Oho! I declare he is that strange acquisition my late

neighbour made, in his journey to Liverpool a little Lascar, or an American or Spanish castaway."

'"A wicked boy, at all events," remarked the old lady, "and quite unfit for a decent house! Did you notice his

'I recommenced cursing don't be angry, Nelly and so Robert was ordered to take me off. I refused to go

without Cathy; he dragged me into the garden, pushed the lantern into my hand, assured me that Mr.

Earnshaw should be informed of my behaviour, and, bidding me march directly, secured the door again. The

curtains were still looped up at one corner, and I resumed my station as spy; because, if Catherine had wished

to return, I intended shattering their great glass panes to a million of fragments, unless they let her out. She

sat on the sofa quietly. Mrs. Linton took off the grey cloak of the dairymaid which we had borrowed for our

excursion, shaking her head and expostulating with her, I suppose: she was a young lady, and they made a

distinction between her treatment and mine. Then the womanservant brought a basin of warm water, and

washed her feet; and Mr. Linton mixed a tumbler of negus, and Isabella emptied a plateful of cakes into her

lap, and Edgar stood gaping at a distance. Afterwards, they dried and combed her beautiful hair, and gave her

a pair of enormous slippers, and wheeled her to the fire; and I left her, as merry as she could be, dividing her

food between the little dog and Skulker, whose nose she pinched as he ate; and kindling a spark of spirit in

the vacant blue eyes of the Lintons a dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I saw they were full of

stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to them to everybody on earth, is she not, Nelly?'

'There will more come of this business than you reckon on,' I answered, covering him up and extinguishing

the light. 'You are incurable, Heathcliff; and Mr. Hindley will have to proceed to extremities, see if he won't.'

My words came truer than I desired. The luckless adventure made Earnshaw furious. And then Mr. Linton, to

mend matters, paid us a visit himself on the morrow, and read the young master such a lecture on the road he

guided his family, that he was stirred to look about him, in earnest. Heathcliff received no flogging, but he

was told that the first word he spoke to Miss Catherine should ensure a dismissal; and Mrs. Earnshaw

undertook to keep her sisterinlaw in due restraint when she returned home; employing art, not force: with

CATHY stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that time her ankle was thoroughly

cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often in the interval, and commenced her

plan of reform by trying to raise her selfrespect with fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily; so

that, instead of a wild, hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless,

there 'lighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the cover

of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit, which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might

sail in. Hindley lifted her from her horse, exclaiming delightedly, 'Why, Cathy, you are quite a beauty! I

should scarcely have known you: you look like a lady now. Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her, is

she, Frances?' 'Isabella has not her natural advantages,' replied his wife: 'but she must mind and not grow wild

again here. Ellen, help Miss Catherine off with her things Stay, dear, you will disarrange your curls let

I removed the habit, and there shone forth beneath a grand plaid silk frock, white trousers, and burnished

shoes; and, while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome her, she dared

hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid garments. She kissed me gently: I was all flour

making the Christmas cake, and it would not have done to give me a hug; and then she looked round for

Heathcliff. Mr. and Mrs. Earnshaw watched anxiously their meeting; thinking it would enable them to judge,

in some measure, what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two friends.

Heathcliff was hard to discover, at first. If he were careless, and uncared for, before Catherine's absence, he

had been ten times more so since. Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him a dirty boy, and bid

him wash himself, once a week; and children of his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water.

Therefore, not to mention his clothes, which had seen three months' service in mire and dust, and his thick

uncombed hair, the surface of his face and hands was dismally beclouded. He might well skulk behind the

settle, on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the house, instead of a roughheaded counterpart of

himself, as he expected. 'Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers

'Heathcliff, you may come forward,' cried Mr. Hindley, enjoying his discomfiture, and gratified to see what a

forbidding young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself. 'You may come and wish Miss

Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew to embrace him; she bestowed seven or eight

kisses on his cheek within the second, and then stopped, and drawing back, burst into a laugh, exclaiming,

'Why, how very black and cross you look! and how how funny and grim! But that's because I'm used to

She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance, and

'Shake hands, Heathcliff,' said Mr. Earnshaw, condescendingly; 'once in a way, that is permitted.'

'I shall not,' replied the boy, finding his tongue at last; 'I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!'

'I did not mean to laugh at you,' she said; 'I could not hinder myself: Heathcliff, shake hands at least! What

are you sulky for? It was only that you looked odd. If you wash your face and brush your hair, it will be all

She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress; which she feared had

'You needn't have touched me!' he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. 'I shall be as

With that he dashed headforemost out of the room, amid the merriment of the master and mistress, and to the

serious disturbance of Catherine; who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an

After playing lady'smaid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes in the oven, and making the house and

kitchen cheerful with great fires, befitting Christmaseve, I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by

singing carols, all alone; regardless of Joseph's affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next

door to songs. He had retired to private prayer in his chamber, and Mr. and Mrs. Earnshaw were engaging

Missy's attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of

their kindness. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been

accepted, on one condition: Mrs. Linton begged that her darlings might be kept carefully apart from that

Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the

shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be

filled with mulled ale for supper; and above all, the speckless purity of my particular care the scoured and

wellswept floor. I gave due inward applause to every object, and then I remembered how old Earnshaw used

to come in when all was tidied, and call me a cant lass, and slip a shilling into my hand as a Christmasbox;

and from that I went on to think of his fondness for Heathcliff, and his dread lest he should suffer neglect

after death had removed him: and that naturally led me to consider the poor lad's situation now, and from

singing I changed my mind to crying. It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring

to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked into the court to seek him.

He was not far; I found him smoothing the glossy coat of the new pony in the stable, and feeding the other

'Make haste, Heathcliff!' I said, 'the kitchen is so comfortable; and Joseph is upstairs: make haste, and let me

dress you smart before Miss Cathy comes out, and then you can sit together, with the whole hearth to

'Come are you coming?' I continued. 'There's a little cake for each of you, nearly enough; and you'll need

I waited five minutes, but getting no answer left him. Catherine supped with her brother and sisterinlaw:

Joseph and I joined at an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other. His

cake and cheese remained on the table all night for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine o'clock,

and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the

reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one; but he was gone, and she

only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and then went back. In the morning he rose early; and, as it

was a holiday, carried his illhumour on to the moors; not reappearing till the family were departed for

church. Fasting and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. He hung about me for a while,

and having screwed up his courage, exclaimed abruptly 'Nelly, make me decent, I'm going to be good.'

'High time, Heathcliff,' I said; 'you HAVE grieved Catherine: she's sorry she ever came home, I daresay! It

The notion of ENVYING Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he

'Well, I cried last night,' he returned, 'and I had more reason to cry than she.'

'Yes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. 'Proud people

breed sad sorrows for themselves. But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind,

when she comes in. You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say you know best what to say; only do it

heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. And now, though I have

dinner to get ready, I'll steal time to arrange you so that Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you: and

that he does. You are younger, and yet, I'll be bound, you are taller and twice as broad across the shoulders;

Heathcliff's face brightened a moment; then it was overcast afresh, and he sighed.

'But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn't make him less handsome or me more so. I

wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich

'And cried for mamma at every turn,' I added, 'and trembled if a country lad heaved his fist against you, and

sat at home all day for a shower of rain. Oh, Heathcliff, you are showing a poor spirit! Come to the glass, and

I'll let you see what you should wish. Do you mark those two lines between your eyes; and those thick brows,

that, instead of rising arched, sink in the middle; and that couple of black fiends, so deeply buried, who never

open their windows boldly, but lurk glinting under them, like devil's spies? Wish and learn to smooth away

the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting

and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. Don't get the expression of a

vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the

'In other words, I must wish for Edgar Linton's great blue eyes and even forehead,' he replied. 'I do and that

'A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad,' I continued, 'if you were a regular black; and a bad one

will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly. And now that we've done washing, and combing, and

sulking tell me whether you don't think yourself rather handsome? I'll tell you, I do. You're fit for a prince

in disguise. Who knows but your father was Emperor of China, and your mother an Indian queen, each of

them able to buy up, with one week's income, Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange together? And you

were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. Were I in your place, I would frame high notions

of my birth; and the thoughts of what I was should give me courage and dignity to support the oppressions of

So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown and began to look quite pleasant, when all at once

our conversation was interrupted by a rumbling sound moving up the road and entering the court. He ran to

the window and I to the door, just in time to behold the two Lintons descend from the family carriage,

smothered in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses: they often rode to church in

winter. Catherine took a hand of each of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before

I urged my companion to hasten now and show his amiable humour, and he willingly obeyed; but ill luck

would have it that, as he opened the door leading from the kitchen on one side, Hindley opened it on the

other. They met, and the master, irritated at seeing him clean and cheerful, or, perhaps, eager to keep his

promise to Mrs. Linton, shoved him back with a sudden thrust, and angrily bade Joseph 'keep the fellow out

of the room send him into the garret till dinner is over. He'll be cramming his fingers in the tarts and

'Nay, sir,' I could not avoid answering, 'he'll touch nothing, not he: and I suppose he must have his share of

'He shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him downstairs till dark,' cried Hindley. 'Begone, you

vagabond! What! you are attempting the coxcomb, are you? Wait till I get hold of those elegant locks see if

'They are long enough already,' observed Master Linton, peeping from the doorway; 'I wonder they don't

He ventured this remark without any intention to insult; but Heathcliff's violent nature was not prepared to

endure the appearance of impertinence from one whom he seemed to hate, even then, as a rival. He seized a

tureen of hot apple sauce (the first thing that came under his gripe) and dashed it full against the speaker's

face and neck; who instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine hurrying to the place.

Mr. Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly and conveyed him to his chamber; where, doubtless, he

administered a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he appeared red and breathless. I got the dishcloth,

and rather spitefully scrubbed Edgar's nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling. His sister

'You should not have spoken to him!' she expostulated with Master Linton. 'He was in a bad temper, and now

you've spoilt your visit; and he'll be flogged: I hate him to be flogged! I can't eat my dinner. Why did you

'I didn't,' sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing the remainder of the purification with his

cambric pockethandkerchief. 'I promised mamma that I wouldn't say one word to him, and I didn't.'

'Well, don't cry,' replied Catherine, contemptuously; 'you're not killed. Don't make more mischief; my brother

'There, there, children to your seats!' cried Hindley, bustling in. 'That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely.

Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists it will give you an appetite!'

The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and

easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them. Mr. Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the

mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine,

with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. 'An unfeeling

child,' I thought to myself; 'how lightly she dismisses her old playmate's troubles. I could not have imagined

her to be so selfish.' She lifted a mouthful to her lips: then she set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the

tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her

emotion. I did not call her unfeeling long; for I perceived she was in purgatory throughout the day, and

wearying to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit to Heathcliff, who had been locked up

by the master: as I discovered, on endeavouring to introduce to him a private mess of victuals.

In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might be liberated then, as Isabella Linton had no

partner: her entreaties were vain, and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all gloom in the

excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering

fifteen strong: a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoons, French horns, and a bass viol, besides singers.

They go the rounds of all the respectable houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed

it a firstrate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been sung, we set them to songs and glees. Mrs.

Catherine loved it too: but she said it sounded sweetest at the top of the steps, and she went up in the dark: I

followed. They shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full of people. She made no

stay at the stairs'head, but mounted farther, to the garret where Heathcliff was confined, and called him. He

stubbornly declined answering for a while: she persevered, and finally persuaded him to hold communion

with her through the boards. I let the poor things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going to

cease, and the singers to get some refreshment: then I clambered up the ladder to warn her. Instead of finding

her outside, I heard her voice within. The little monkey had crept by the skylight of one garret, along the roof,

into the skylight of the other, and it was with the utmost difficulty I could coax her out again. When she did

come, Heathcliff came with her, and she insisted that I should take him into the kitchen, as my

fellowservant had gone to a neighbour's, to be removed from the sound of our 'devil's psalmody,' as it

pleased him to call it. I told them I intended by no means to encourage their tricks: but as the prisoner had

never broken his fast since yesterday's dinner, I would wink at his cheating Mr. Hindley that once. He went

down: I set him a stool by the fire, and offered him a quantity of good things: but he was sick and could eat

little, and my attempts to entertain him were thrown away. He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin

on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered

gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at

'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.'

'No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone,

'But, Mr. Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. I'm annoyed how I should dream of chattering on

at such a rate; and your gruel cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told Heathcliff's history, all that

Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, and proceeded to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of

moving from the hearth, and I was very far from nodding. 'Sit still, Mrs. Dean,' I cried; 'do sit still another

halfhour. You've done just right to tell the story leisurely. That is the method I like; and you must finish it in

the same style. I am interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.'

'No matter I'm not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours. One or two is early enough for a person who

'You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who

has not done onehalf his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.'

'Nevertheless, Mrs. Dean, resume your chair; because tomorrow I intend lengthening the night till afternoon.

'I hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some three years; during that space Mrs. Earnshaw '

'No, no, I'll allow nothing of the sort! Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated

alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that

'On the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present; and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive

that people in these regions acquire over people in towns the value that a spider in a dungeon does over a

spider in a cottage, to their various occupants; and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the

situation of the lookeron. They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change,

and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever

in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he

may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French

cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard

'Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,' observed Mrs. Dean, somewhat

'Excuse me,' I responded; 'you, my good friend, are a striking evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few

provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as

peculiar to your class. I am sure you have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think. You

have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering your life away in

'I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; 'not exactly from living among the

hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone

sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr.

Lockwood. You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked into, and got something out of

also: unless it be that range of Greek and Latin, and that of French; and those I know one from another: it is

as much as you can expect of a poor man's daughter. However, if I am to follow my story in true gossip's

fashion, I had better go on; and instead of leaping three years, I will be content to pass to the next summer

ON the morning of a fine June day my first bonny little nursling, and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock,

was born. We were busy with the hay in a faraway field, when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts

came running an hour too soon across the meadow and up the lane, calling me as she ran.

'Oh, such a grand bairn!' she panted out. 'The finest lad that ever breathed! But the doctor says missis must

go: he says she's been in a consumption these many months. I heard him tell Mr. Hindley: and now she has

nothing to keep her, and she'll be dead before winter. You must come home directly. You're to nurse it, Nelly:

to feed it with sugar and milk, and take care of it day and night. I wish I were you, because it will be all yours

'I guess she is; yet she looks bravely,' replied the girl, 'and she talks as if she thought of living to see it grow a

man. She's out of her head for joy, it's such a beauty! If I were her I'm certain I should not die: I should get

better at the bare sight of it, in spite of Kenneth. I was fairly mad at him. Dame Archer brought the cherub

down to master, in the house, and his face just began to light up, when the old croaker steps forward, and says

he "Earnshaw, it's a blessing your wife has been spared to leave you this son. When she came, I felt

convinced we shouldn't keep her long; and now, I must tell you, the winter will probably finish her. Don't

take on, and fret about it too much: it can't be helped. And besides, you should have known better than to

'I think he swore: but I didn't mind him, I was straining to see the bairn,' and she began again to describe it

rapturously. I, as zealous as herself, hurried eagerly home to admire, on my part; though I was very sad for

Hindley's sake. He had room in his heart only for two idols his wife and himself: he doted on both, and

When we got to Wuthering Heights, there he stood at the front door; and, as I passed in, I asked, 'how was the

'Damn the doctor!' he interrupted, reddening. 'Frances is quite right: she'll be perfectly well by this time next

week. Are you going upstairs? will you tell her that I'll come, if she'll promise not to talk. I left her because

she would not hold her tongue; and she must tell her Mr. Kenneth says she must be quiet.'

I delivered this message to Mrs. Earnshaw; she seemed in flighty spirits, and replied merrily, 'I hardly spoke a

word, Ellen, and there he has gone out twice, crying. Well, say I promise I won't speak: but that does not bind

Poor soul! Till within a week of her death that gay heart never failed her; and her husband persisted

doggedly, nay, furiously, in affirming her health improved every day. When Kenneth warned him that his

medicines were useless at that stage of the malady, and he needn't put him to further expense by attending

her, he retorted, 'I know you need not she's well she does not want any more attendance from you! She

never was in a consumption. It was a fever; and it is gone: her pulse is as slow as mine now, and her cheek as

He told his wife the same story, and she seemed to believe him; but one night, while leaning on his shoulder,

in the act of saying she thought she should be able to get up tomorrow, a fit of coughing took her a very

slight one he raised her in his arms; she put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was

As the girl had anticipated, the child Hareton fell wholly into my hands. Mr. Earnshaw, provided he saw him

healthy and never heard him cry, was contented, as far as regarded him. For himself, he grew desperate: his

sorrow was of that kind that will not lament. He neither wept nor prayed; he cursed and defied: execrated

God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation. The servants could not bear his tyrannical and evil

conduct long: Joseph and I were the only two that would stay. I had not the heart to leave my charge; and

besides, you know, I had been his fostersister, and excused his behaviour more readily than a stranger

would. Joseph remained to hector over tenants and labourers; and because it was his vocation to be where he

The master's bad ways and bad companions formed a pretty example for Catherine and Heathcliff. His

treatment of the latter was enough to make a fiend of a saint. And, truly, it appeared as if the lad WERE

possessed of something diabolical at that period. He delighted to witness Hindley degrading himself past

redemption; and became daily more notable for savage sullenness and ferocity. I could not half tell what an

infernal house we had. The curate dropped calling, and nobody decent came near us, at last; unless Edgar

Linton's visits to Miss Cathy might be an exception. At fifteen she was the queen of the countryside; she had

no peer; and she did turn out a haughty, headstrong creature! I own I did not like her, after infancy was past;

and I vexed her frequently by trying to bring down her arrogance: she never took an aversion to me, though.

She had a wondrous constancy to old attachments: even Heathcliff kept his hold on her affections

unalterably; and young Linton, with all his superiority, found it difficult to make an equally deep impression.

He was my late master: that is his portrait over the fireplace. It used to hang on one side, and his wife's on the

other; but hers has been removed, or else you might see something of what she was. Can you make that out?

Mrs. Dean raised the candle, and I discerned a softfeatured face, exceedingly resembling the young lady at

the Heights, but more pensive and amiable in expression. It formed a sweet picture. The long light hair curled

slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful. I did not marvel how

Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. I marvelled much how he, with a

'Yes,' she answered; 'but he looked better when he was animated; that is his everyday countenance: he wanted

Catherine had kept up her acquaintance with the Lintons since her fiveweeks' residence among them; and as

she had no temptation to show her rough side in their company, and had the sense to be ashamed of being

rude where she experienced such invariable courtesy, she imposed unwittingly on the old lady and gentleman

by her ingenious cordiality; gained the admiration of Isabella, and the heart and soul of her brother:

acquisitions that flattered her from the first for she was full of ambition and led her to adopt a double

character without exactly intending to deceive any one. In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a

'vulgar young ruffian,' and 'worse than a brute,' she took care not to act like him; but at home she had small

inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at, and restrain an unruly nature when it would

Mr. Edgar seldom mustered courage to visit Wuthering Heights openly. He had a terror of Earnshaw's

reputation, and shrunk from encountering him; and yet he was always received with our best attempts at

civility: the master himself avoided offending him, knowing why he came; and if he could not be gracious,

kept out of the way. I rather think his appearance there was distasteful to Catherine; she was not artful, never

played the coquette, and had evidently an objection to her two friends meeting at all; for when Heathcliff

expressed contempt of Linton in his presence, she could not half coincide, as she did in his absence; and

when Linton evinced disgust and antipathy to Heathcliff, she dared not treat his sentiments with indifference,

as if depreciation of her playmate were of scarcely any consequence to her. I've had many a laugh at her

perplexities and untold troubles, which she vainly strove to hide from my mockery. That sounds illnatured:

but she was so proud it became really impossible to pity her distresses, till she should be chastened into more

humility. She did bring herself, finally, to confess, and to confide in me: there was not a soul else that she

Mr. Hindley had gone from home one afternoon, and Heathcliff presumed to give himself a holiday on the

strength of it. He had reached the age of sixteen then, I think, and without having bad features, or being

deficient in intellect, he contrived to convey an impression of inward and outward repulsiveness that his

present aspect retains no traces of. In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education:

continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in

pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood's sense of superiority, instilled into

him by the favours of old Mr. Earnshaw, was faded away. He struggled long to keep up an equality with

Catherine in her studies, and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely; and there

was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward, when he found he must, necessarily,

sink beneath his former level. Then personal appearance sympathised with mental deterioration: he acquired a

slouching gait and ignoble look; his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic

excess of unsociable moroseness; and he took a grim pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than

Catherine and he were constant companions still at his seasons of respite from labour; but he had ceased to

express his fondness for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses, as if

conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him. On the beforenamed

occasion he came into the house to announce his intention of doing nothing, while I was assisting Miss Cathy

to arrange her dress: she had not reckoned on his taking it into his head to be idle; and imagining she would

have the whole place to herself, she managed, by some means, to inform Mr. Edgar of her brother's absence,

'Cathy, are you busy this afternoon?' asked Heathcliff. 'Are you going anywhere?'

'Not that I know of,' stammered Miss: 'but you should be in the field now, Heathcliff. It is an hour past

'Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence,' observed the boy. 'I'll not work any more today:

'Joseph is loading lime on the further side of Penistone Crags; it will take him till dark, and he'll never know.'

So, saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down. Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted brows she

found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. 'Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this

afternoon,' she said, at the conclusion of a minute's silence. 'As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may

'Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy,' he persisted; 'don't turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of

'That they what?' cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. 'Oh, Nelly!' she added

petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, 'you've combed my hair quite out of curl! That's enough;

'Nothing only look at the almanack on that wall;' he pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window,

and continued, 'The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent

'Yes very foolish: as if I took notice!' replied Catherine, in a peevish tone. 'And where is the sense of that?'

'And should I always be sitting with you?' she demanded, growing more irritated. 'What good do I get? What

do you talk about? You might be dumb, or a baby, for anything you say to amuse me, or for anything you do,

'You never told me before that I talked too little, or that you disliked my company, Cathy!' exclaimed

'It's no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,' she muttered.

Her companion rose up, but he hadn't time to express his feelings further, for a horse's feet were heard on the

flags, and having knocked gently, young Linton entered, his face brilliant with delight at the unexpected

summon she had received. Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends, as one came in

and the other went out. The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak, hilly, coal country for a

beautiful fertile valley; and his voice and greeting were as opposite as his aspect. He had a sweet, low manner

of speaking, and pronounced his words as you do: that's less gruff than we talk here, and softer.

'I'm not come too soon, am I?' he said, casting a look at me: I had begun to wipe the plate, and tidy some

'My work, Miss,' I replied. (Mr. Hindley had given me directions to make a third party in any private visits

She stepped behind me and whispered crossly, 'Take yourself and your dusters off; when company are in the

house, servants don't commence scouring and cleaning in the room where they are!'

'It's a good opportunity, now that master is away,' I answered aloud: 'he hates me to be fidgeting over these

'I hate you to be fidgeting in MY presence,' exclaimed the young lady imperiously, not allowing her guest

time to speak: she had failed to recover her equanimity since the little dispute with Heathcliff.

'I'm sorry for it, Miss Catherine,' was my response; and I proceeded assiduously with my occupation.

She, supposing Edgar could not see her, snatched the cloth from my hand, and pinched me, with a prolonged

wrench, very spitefully on the arm. I've said I did not love her, and rather relished mortifying her vanity now

and then: besides, she hurt me extremely; so I started up from my knees, and screamed out, 'Oh, Miss, that's a

'I didn't touch you, you lying creature!' cried she, her fingers tingling to repeat the act, and her ears red with

rage. She never had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole complexion in a blaze.

'What's that, then?' I retorted, showing a decided purple witness to refute her.

She stamped her foot, wavered a moment, and then, irresistibly impelled by the naughty spirit within her,

'Catherine, love! Catherine!' interposed Linton, greatly shocked at the double fault of falsehood and violence

Little Hareton, who followed me everywhere, and was sitting near me on the floor, at seeing my tears

commenced crying himself, and sobbed out complaints against 'wicked aunt Cathy,' which drew her fury on

to his unlucky head: she seized his shoulders, and shook him till the poor child waxed livid, and Edgar

thoughtlessly laid hold of her hands to deliver him. In an instant one was wrung free, and the astonished

young man felt it applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for jest. He drew back in

consternation. I lifted Hareton in my arms, and walked off to the kitchen with him, leaving the door of

communication open, for I was curious to watch how they would settle their disagreement. The insulted

visitor moved to the spot where he had laid his hat, pale and with a quivering lip.

'That's right!' I said to myself. 'Take warning and begone! It's a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her

'No,' she persisted, grasping the handle; 'not yet, Edgar Linton: sit down; you shall not leave me in that

'You've made me afraid and ashamed of you,' he continued; 'I'll not come here again!'

'I didn't!' she cried, recovering her speech; 'I did nothing deliberately. Well, go, if you please get away! And

She dropped down on her knees by a chair, and set to weeping in serious earnest. Edgar persevered in his

'Miss is dreadfully wayward, sir,' I called out. 'As bad as any marred child: you'd better be riding home, or

The soft thing looked askance through the window: he possessed the power to depart as much as a cat

possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten. Ah, I thought, there will be no saving

him: he's doomed, and flies to his fate! And so it was: he turned abruptly, hastened into the house again, shut

the door behind him; and when I went in a while after to inform them that Earnshaw had come home rabid

drunk, ready to pull the whole place about our ears (his ordinary frame of mind in that condition), I saw the

quarrel had merely effected a closer intimacy had broken the outworks of youthful timidity, and enabled

Intelligence of Mr. Hindley's arrival drove Linton speedily to his horse, and Catherine to her chamber. I went

to hide little Hareton, and to take the shot out of the master's fowlingpiece, which he was fond of playing

with in his insane excitement, to the hazard of the lives of any who provoked, or even attracted his notice too

much; and I had hit upon the plan of removing it, that he might do less mischief if he did go the length of

HE entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son sway 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

'There, I've found it out at last!' cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of my 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 carvingknife, Nelly! You needn't laugh; for

I've just crammed Kenneth, headdownmost, in the Blackhorse marsh; and two is the same as one and I

'But I don't like the carvingknife, Mr. Hindley,' I answered; 'it has been cutting red herrings. I'd rather be

'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.' 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

'Oh!' said he, releasing me, 'I see that hideous little villain is not Hareton: I beg your pardon, Nell. If it be, he

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 goodhearted, 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

Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father's arms with all his might, and redoubled his yells when

he carried him upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits,

and ran to rescue him. As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below; almost

forgetting what he had in his hands. 'Who is that?' he asked, hearing some one approaching the stairs'foot. I

leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff, whose step I recognised, not to come further; and,

at the instant when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered himself from the careless

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. A miser who has parted with a lucky

lottery ticket for five shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not

show a blanker countenance 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 daresay 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

'It is your fault, Ellen,' he said; 'you should have kept him out of sight: you should have taken him from me!

'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!' 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

'You shall not meddle with him!' I continued. 'He hates you they all hate you that's the truth! A happy

'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 tonight; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that's as my fancy goes.'

While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler.

'Nay, don't!' I entreated. 'Mr. Hindley, do take warning. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care

'Have mercy on your own soul!' I said, endeavouring to snatch the glass from his hand.

'Not I! On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its Maker,' exclaimed

He drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go; terminating his command with a sequel of horrid

'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

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

It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat, The mither beneath the mools heard that,

when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered, 'Are you

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. I resumed my song; not having forgotten

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. 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 sha'n't help her! No,

'A pity,' observed I. 'You're hard to please; so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself

'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

'Yes, and it worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do. Today, 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

'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 refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must

'If you talk so, I won't tell you any more,' she returned, peevishly rising to her feet. 'I accepted him, Nelly. Be

'You accepted him! Then what good is it discussing the matter? You have pledged your word, and cannot

'But say whether I should have done so do!' she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together,

'There are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly,' I said, sententiously.

Then I put her through the following catechism: for a girl of twentytwo it was not injudicious.

'And he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of

'I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he

says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether. There now!'

'Nay; you are making a jest of it: it is exceedingly illnatured! It's no jest to me!' said the young lady,

'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.'

'No, to be sure not: I should only pity him hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.'

'But there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he

'You may see some; and he won't always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.'

'He is now; and I have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.'

'Well, that settles it: if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr. Linton.'

'I don't want your permission for that I SHALL marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I'm right.'

'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, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All

'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!'

'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

She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.

'Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?' she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.

'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

'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

'Yes; and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude! You remember him, I daresay, 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

I was superstitious about dreams then, and am still; and Catherine had an unusual gloom in her aspect, that

made me dread something from which I might shape a prophecy, and foresee a fearful catastrophe. She was

vexed, but she did not proceed. Apparently taking up another subject, she recommenced in a short time.

'Because you are not fit to go there,' I answered. 'All sinners would be miserable in heaven.'

'I tell you I won't hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I'll go to bed,' I interrupted again.

'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;

Ere this speech 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. He had listened till he heard Catherine

say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further. My companion, sitting on the

ground, was prevented by the back of the settle from remarking his presence or departure; but I started, and

'Joseph is here,' I answered, catching opportunely the roll of his cartwheels up the road; 'and Heathcliff will

'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!'

'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

'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. He will, when he

learns my true feelings towards him. 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

'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

'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 my 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;

She paused, and hid her face in the folds of my gown; but I jerked it forcibly away. I was out of patience with

'If I can make any sense of your nonsense, Miss,' I said, 'it only goes to convince me that you are ignorant of

the duties you undertake in marrying; or else that you are a wicked, unprincipled girl. But trouble me with no

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. After it was cooked, my fellowservant 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

'And how isn't that nowt comed in fro' th' field, be this time? What is he about? girt idle seeght!' demanded

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 how I saw him quit the kitchen just as she complained of her brother's

conduct regarding him. She jumped up in a fine fright, flung Hareton on to 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. She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed we should wait no longer. He cunningly conjectured

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

quarterofanhour's supplication before meat, and would have tacked another to the end of the grace, had

not his young mistress broken in upon him with a hurried command that he must run down the road, and,

'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.'

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. Meantime, Catherine paced up and down the floor,

exclaiming '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

'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 hayloft. I'll engage he's lurking there. See if I don't ferret him out!'

I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and Joseph's quest ended in the same.

'Yon lad gets war und war!' observed he on reentering. 'He's left th' gate at t' full swing, and Miss's pony has

trodden dahn two rigs o' corn, and plottered through, raight o'er into t' meadow! Hahsomdiver, t' maister 'ull

play t' devil tomorn, 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 mun'n't drive him out of his heead for nowt!'

'Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?' interrupted Catherine. 'Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?'

'I sud more likker look for th' horse,' he replied. 'It 'ud be to more sense. Bud I can look for norther horse nur

man of a neeght loike this as black as t' chimbley! und Heathcliff's noan t' chap to coom at MY whistle

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. However,

Catherine would hot 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.

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 chimneystack, sending a clatter of

stones and soot into the kitchenfire. We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us; and Joseph swung on

to 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 sinners like his master. 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. She came in and lay down on the settle, all soaked as she

'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? Halfpast twelve. Come, come to bed! there's no use waiting any longer on that

foolish boy: he'll be gone to Gimmerton, and he'll stay there now. He guesses we shouldn't wait 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

'Nay, nay, he's noan at Gimmerton,' said Joseph. 'I's niver wonder but he's at t' bothom of a boghoile. This

visitation worn't for nowt, and I wod hev' ye to look out, Miss yah muh be t' next. Thank Hivin for all! All

warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen, and piked out fro' 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.

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 everyone had been sleeping

round him. I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder, and

Coming down somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams piercing the chinks of the shutters, Miss

Catherine still seated near the fireplace. The housedoor was ajar, too; light entered from its unclosed

windows; Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen hearth, haggard and drowsy.

'What ails you, Cathy?' he was saying when I entered: 'you look as dismal as a drowned whelp. Why are you

'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.'

Mr. Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. 'The night through,' he repeated. 'What kept her up? not fear of the

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. 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 shrank closer to the

'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

'Running after t' lads, as usuald!' croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity from our hesitation to thrust in his

evil tongue. 'If I war yah, maister, I'd just slam t' boards i' their faces all on 'em, gentle and simple! Never a

day ut yah're off, but yon cat o' Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo's a fine lass! shoo sits

watching for ye i' t' kitchen; and as yah're in at one door, he's out at t'other; and, then, wer grand lady goes

acourting of her side! It's bonny behaviour, lurking amang t' fields, after twelve o' t' night, wi' that fahl,

flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I'M blind; but I'm noan: nowt ut t' soart! I seed young

Linton boath coming and going, and I seed YAH' (directing his discourse to me), 'yah gooid fur nowt,

slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th' house, t' minute yah heard t' maister's horsefit clatter up t' road.'

'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 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 he

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.'

'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

Hindley lavished on her a torrent of scornful abuse, and bade her get to her room immediately, or she

shouldn't cry for nothing! I obliged her to obey; and I shall never forget what 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.

It proved the commencement of delirium: Mr. Kenneth, as soon as he saw her, pronounced her dangerously

ill; she had a fever. He bled her, and he told me to let her live on whey and watergruel, and take care she did

not throw herself downstairs or out of the window; and then he left: for he had enough to do in the parish,

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. 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,

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 thunderstorm; 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 consideration. 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. 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 on us like slaves,

for aught he cared! 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

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, byandby. 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,

said goodby; 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

At this point of the housekeeper's story she chanced to glance towards the timepiece over the chimney; and

was in amazement on seeing the minutehand measure halfpast 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

A CHARMING introduction to a hermit's life! Four weeks' torture, tossing, and sickness! Oh, these bleak

winds and bitter northern skies, and impassable roads, and dilatory country surgeons! And oh, this dearth of

the human physiognomy! and, worse than all, the terrible intimation of Kenneth that I need not expect to be

Mr. Heathcliff has just honoured me with a call. About seven days ago he sent me a brace of grouse the last

of the season. Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine; and that I had a great mind to

tell him. But, alas! how could I offend a man who was charitable enough to sit at my bedside a good hour,

and talk on some other subject than pills and draughts, blisters and leeches? This is quite an easy interval. I

am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting. Why not have up Mrs. Dean to finish

her tale? I can recollect its chief incidents, as far as she had gone. Yes: I remember her hero had run off, and

never been heard of for three years; and the heroine was married. I'll ring: she'll be delighted to find me

'With all my heart! Don't interrupt me. Come and take your seat here. Keep your fingers from that bitter

phalanx of vials. Draw your knitting out of your pocket that will do now continue the history of Mr.

Heathcliff, from where you left off, to the present day. Did he finish his education on the Continent, and

come back a gentleman? or did he get a sizar's place at college, or escape to America, and earn honours by

drawing blood from his fostercountry? or make a fortune more promptly on the English highways?'

'He may have done a little in all these vocations, Mr. Lockwood; but I couldn't give my word for any. I stated

before that I didn't know how he gained his money; neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind

from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk: but, with your leave, I'll proceed in my own fashion, if you

I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Grange; and, to my agreeable disappointment, she behaved

infinitely better than I dared to expect. She seemed almost overfond of Mr. Linton; and even to his sister she

showed plenty of affection. They were both very attentive to her comfort, certainly. It was not the thorn

bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions:

one stood erect, and the others yielded: and who can be illnatured and badtempered when they encounter

neither opposition nor indifference? I observed that Mr. Edgar had a deeprooted fear of ruffling her humour.

He concealed it from her; but if ever he heard me answer sharply, or saw any other servant grow cloudy at

some imperious order of hers, he would show his trouble by a frown of displeasure that never darkened on his

own account. He many a time spoke sternly to me about my pertness; and averred that the stab of a knife

could not inflict a worse pang than he suffered at seeing his lady vexed. Not to grieve a kind master, I learned

to be less touchy; and, for the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire

came near to explode it. Catherine had seasons of gloom and silence now and then: they were respected with

sympathising silence by her husband, who ascribed them to an alteration in her constitution, produced by her

perilous illness; as she was never subject to depression of spirits before. The return of sunshine was

welcomed by answering sunshine from him. I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep

It ended. Well, we MUST be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish

than the domineering; and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one's interest was not the

chief consideration in the other's thoughts. On a mellow evening in September, I was coming from the garden

with a heavy basket of apples which I had been gathering. It had got dusk, and the moon looked over the high

wall of the court, causing undefined shadows to lurk in the corners of the numerous projecting portions of the

building. I set my burden on the housesteps by the kitchendoor, and lingered to rest, and drew in a few

more breaths of the soft, sweet air; my eyes were on the moon, and my back to the entrance, when I heard a

It was a deep voice, and foreign in tone; yet there was something in the manner of pronouncing my name

which made it sound familiar. I turned about to discover who spoke, fearfully; for the doors were shut, and I

had seen nobody on approaching the steps. Something stirred in the porch; and, moving nearer, I

distinguished a tall man dressed in dark clothes, with dark face and hair. He leant against the side, and held

his fingers on the latch as if intending to open for himself. 'Who can it be?' I thought. 'Mr. Earnshaw? Oh, no!

'I have waited here an hour,' he resumed, while I continued staring; 'and the whole of that time all round has

been as still as death. I dared not enter. You do not know me? Look, I'm not a stranger!'

A ray fell on his features; the cheeks were sallow, and half covered with black whiskers; the brows lowering,

'What!' I cried, uncertain whether to regard him as a worldly visitor, and I raised my hands in amazement.

'Yes, Heathcliff,' he replied, glancing from me up to the windows, which reflected a score of glittering

moons, but showed no lights from within. 'Are they at home? where is she? Nelly, you are not glad! you

needn't be so disturbed. Is she here? Speak! I want to have one word with her your mistress. Go, and say

'How will she take it?' I exclaimed. 'What will she do? The surprise bewilders me it will put her out of her

head! And you ARE Heathcliff! But altered! Nay, there's no comprehending it. Have you been for a soldier?'

'Go and carry my message,' he interrupted, impatiently. 'I'm in hell till you do!'

He lifted the latch, and I entered; but when I got to the parlour where Mr. and Mrs. Linton were, I could not

persuade myself to proceed. At length I resolved on making an excuse to ask if they would have the candles

They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall, and displayed, beyond the garden

trees, and the wild green park, the valley of Gimmerton, with a long line of mist winding nearly to its top (for

very soon after you pass the chapel, as you may have noticed, the sough that runs from the marshes joins a

beck which follows the bend of the glen). Wuthering Heights rose above this silvery vapour; but our old

house was invisible; it rather dips down on the other side. Both the room and its occupants, and the scene

they gazed on, looked wondrously peaceful. I shrank reluctantly from performing my errand; and was

actually going away leaving it unsaid, after having put my question about the candles, when a sense of my

folly compelled me to return, and mutter, 'A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you ma'am.'

'Well, close the curtains, Nelly,' she said; 'and bring up tea. I'll be back again directly.'

'Some one mistress does not expect,' I replied. 'That Heathcliff you recollect him, sir who used to live at

'What! the gipsy the ploughboy?' he cried. 'Why did you not say so to Catherine?'

'Hush! you must not call him by those names, master,' I said. 'She'd be sadly grieved to hear you. She was

nearly heartbroken when he ran off. I guess his return will make a jubilee to her.'

Mr. Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. He unfastened it, and

leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed quickly: 'Don't stand there, love! Bring the person in,

if it be anyone particular.' Ere long, I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew upstairs, breathless and

wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.

'Oh, Edgar, Edgar!' she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. 'Oh, Edgar darling! Heathcliff's come back

'Well, well,' cried her husband, crossly, 'don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous

'I know you didn't like him,' she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her delight. 'Yet, for my sake,

He looked vexed, and suggested the kitchen as a more suitable place for him. Mrs. Linton eyed him with a

'No,' she added, after a while; 'I cannot sit in the kitchen. Set two tables here, Ellen: one for your master and

Miss Isabella, being gentry; the other for Heathcliff and myself, being of the lower orders. Will that please

you, dear? Or must I have a fire lighted elsewhere? If so, give directions. I'll run down and secure my guest.

'YOU bid him step up,' he said, addressing me; 'and, Catherine, try to be glad, without being absurd. The

whole household need not witness the sight of your welcoming a runaway servant as a brother.'

I descended, and found Heathcliff waiting under the porch, evidently anticipating an invitation to enter. He

followed my guidance without waste of words, and I ushered him into the presence of the master and

mistress, whose flushed cheeks betrayed signs of warm talking. But the lady's glowed with another feeling

when her friend appeared at the door: she sprang forward, took both his hands, and led him to Linton; and

then she seized Linton's reluctant fingers and crushed them into his. Now, fully revealed by the fire and

candlelight, I was amazed, more than ever, to behold the transformation of Heathcliff. He had grown a tall,

athletic, wellformed man; beside whom my master seemed quite slender and youthlike. His upright

carriage suggested the idea of his having been in the army. His countenance was much older in expression

and decision of feature than Mr. Linton's; it looked intelligent, and retained no marks of former degradation.

A halfcivilised ferocity lurked yet in the depressed brows and eyes full of black fire, but it was subdued; and

his manner was even dignified: quite divested of roughness, though stern for grace. My master's surprise

equalled or exceeded mine: he remained for a minute at a loss how to address the ploughboy, as he had called

him. Heathcliff dropped his slight hand, and stood looking at him coolly till he chose to speak.

'Sit down, sir,' he said, at length. 'Mrs. Linton, recalling old times, would have me give you a cordial

'And I also,' answered Heathcliff, 'especially if it be anything in which I have a part. I shall stay an hour or

He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she

to remove it. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each

time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers. They were too much absorbed in their

mutual joy to suffer embarrassment. Not so Mr. Edgar: he grew pale with pure annoyance: a feeling that

reached its climax when his lady rose, and stepping across the rug, seized Heathcliff's hands again, and

'I shall think it a dream tomorrow!' she cried. 'I shall not be able to believe that I have seen, and touched,

and spoken to you once more. And yet, cruel Heathcliff! you don't deserve this welcome. To be absent and

'A little more than you have thought of me,' he murmured. 'I heard of your marriage, Cathy, not long since;

and, while waiting in the yard below, I meditated this plan just to have one glimpse of your face, a stare of

surprise, perhaps, and pretended pleasure; afterwards settle my score with Hindley; and then prevent the law

by doing execution on myself. Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind; but beware of meeting me

with another aspect next time! Nay, you'll not drive me off again. You were really sorry for me, were you?

Well, there was cause. I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me,

'Catherine, unless we are to have cold tea, please to come to the table,' interrupted Linton, striving to preserve

his ordinary tone, and a due measure of politeness. 'Mr. Heathcliff will have a long walk, wherever he may

She took her post before the urn; and Miss Isabella came, summoned by the bell; then, having handed their

chairs forward, I left the room. The meal hardly endured ten minutes. Catherine's cup was never filled: she

could neither eat nor drink. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer, and scarcely swallowed a mouthful. Their

guest did not protract his stay that evening above an hour longer. I asked, as he departed, if he went to

'No, to Wuthering Heights,' he answered: 'Mr. Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.'

Mr. Earnshaw invited HIM! and HE called on Mr. Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was

gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I

mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.

About the middle of the night, I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs. Linton gliding into my chamber,

'I cannot rest, Ellen,' she said, by way of apology. 'And I want some living creature to keep me company in

my happiness! Edgar is sulky, because I'm glad of a thing that does not interest him: he refuses to open his

mouth, except to utter pettish, silly speeches; and he affirmed I was cruel and selfish for wishing to talk when

he was so sick and sleepy. He always contrives to be sick at the least cross! I gave a few sentences of

commendation to Heathcliff, and he, either for a headache or a pang of envy, began to cry: so I got up and left

'What use is it praising Heathcliff to him?' I answered. 'As lads they had an aversion to each other, and

Heathcliff would hate just as much to hear him praised: it's human nature. Let Mr. Linton alone about him,

'But does it not show great weakness?' pursued she. 'I'm not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of

Isabella's yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin, at her dainty elegance, and the fondness all the family

exhibit for her. Even you, Nelly, if we have a dispute sometimes, you back Isabella at once; and I yield like a

foolish mother: I call her a darling, and flatter her into a good temper. It pleases her brother to see us cordial,

and that pleases me. But they are very much alike: they are spoiled children, and fancy the world was made

for their accommodation; and though I humour both, I think a smart chastisement might improve them all the

'You're mistaken, Mrs. Linton,' said I. 'They humour you: I know what there would be to do if they did not.

You can well afford to indulge their passing whims as long as their business is to anticipate all your desires.

You may, however, fall out, at last, over something of equal consequence to both sides; and then those you

'And then we shall fight to the death, sha'n't we, Nelly?' she returned, laughing. 'No! I tell you, I have such

faith in Linton's love, that I believe I might kill him, and he wouldn't wish to retaliate.'

'I do,' she answered, 'but he needn't resort to whining for trifles. It is childish and, instead of melting into tears

because I said that Heathcliff was now worthy of anyone's regard, and it would honour the first gentleman in

the country to be his friend, he ought to have said it for me, and been delighted from sympathy. He must get

accustomed to him, and he may as well like him: considering how Heathcliff has reason to object to him, I'm

'What do you think of his going to Wuthering Heights?' I inquired. 'He is reformed in every respect,

apparently: quite a Christian: offering the right hand of fellowship to his enemies all around!'

'He explained it,' she replied. 'I wonder as much as you. He said he called to gather information concerning

me from you, supposing you resided there still; and Joseph told Hindley, who came out and fell to

questioning him of what he had been doing, and how he had been living; and finally, desired him to walk in.

There were some persons sitting at cards; Heathcliff joined them; my brother lost some money to him, and,

finding him plentifully supplied, he requested that he would come again in the evening: to which he

consented. Hindley is too reckless to select his acquaintance prudently: he doesn't trouble himself to reflect

on the causes he might have for mistrusting one whom he has basely injured. But Heathcliff affirms his

principal reason for resuming a connection with his ancient persecutor is a wish to instal himself in quarters

at walking distance from the Grange, and an attachment to the house where we lived together; and likewise a

hope that I shall have more opportunities of seeing him there than I could have if he settled in Gimmerton. He

means to offer liberal payment for permission to lodge at the Heights; and doubtless my brother's

covetousness will prompt him to accept the terms: he was always greedy; though what he grasps with one

'It's a nice place for a young man to fix his dwelling in!' said I. 'Have you no fear of the consequences, Mrs.

'None for my friend,' she replied: 'his strong head will keep him from danger; a little for Hindley: but he can't

be made morally worse than he is; and I stand between him and bodily harm. The event of this evening has

reconciled me to God and humanity! I had risen in angry rebellion against Providence. Oh, I've endured very,

very bitter misery, Nelly! If that creature knew how bitter, he'd be ashamed to cloud its removal with idle

petulance. It was kindness for him which induced me to bear it alone: had I expressed the agony I frequently

felt, he would have been taught to long for its alleviation as ardently as I. However, it's over, and I'll take no

revenge on his folly; I can afford to suffer anything hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the

cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it; and, as a proof, I'll go make my peace

In this selfcomplacent conviction she departed; and the success of her fulfilled resolution was obvious on

the morrow: Mr. Linton had not only abjured his peevishness (though his spirits seemed still subdued by

Catherine's exuberance of vivacity), but he ventured no objection to her taking Isabella with her to Wuthering

Heights in the afternoon; and she rewarded him with such a summer of sweetness and affection in return as

made the house a paradise for several days; both master and servants profiting from the perpetual sunshine.

Heathcliff Mr. Heathcliff I should say in future used the liberty of visiting at Thrushcross Grange

cautiously, at first: he seemed estimating how far its owner would bear his intrusion. Catherine, also, deemed

it judicious to moderate her expressions of pleasure in receiving him; and he gradually established his right to

be expected. He retained a great deal of the reserve for which his boyhood was remarkable; and that served to

repress all startling demonstrations of feeling. My master's uneasiness experienced a lull, and further

His new source of trouble sprang from the not anticipated misfortune of Isabella Linton evincing a sudden

and irresistible attraction towards the tolerated guest. She was at that time a charming young lady of eighteen;

infantile in manners, though possessed of keen wit, keen feelings, and a keen temper, too, if irritated. Her

brother, who loved her tenderly, was appalled at this fantastic preference. Leaving aside the degradation of an

alliance with a nameless man, and the possible fact that his property, in default of heirs male, might pass into

such a one's power, he had sense to comprehend Heathcliff's disposition: to know that, though his exterior

was altered, his mind was unchangeable and unchanged. And he dreaded that mind: it revolted him: he shrank

forebodingly from the idea of committing Isabella to its keeping. He would have recoiled still more had he

been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no reciprocation of

sentiment; for the minute he discovered its existence he laid the blame on Heathcliff's deliberate designing.

We had all remarked, during some time, that Miss Linton fretted and pined over something. She grew cross

and wearisome; snapping at and teasing Catherine continually, at the imminent risk of exhausting her limited

patience. We excused her, to a certain extent, on the plea of illhealth: she was dwindling and fading before

our eyes. But one day, when she had been peculiarly wayward, rejecting her breakfast, complaining that the

servants did not do what she told them; that the mistress would allow her to be nothing in the house, and

Edgar neglected her; that she had caught a cold with the doors being left open, and we let the parlour fire go

out on purpose to vex her, with a hundred yet more frivolous accusations, Mrs. Linton peremptorily insisted

that she should get to bed; and, having scolded her heartily, threatened to send for the doctor. Mention of

Kenneth caused her to exclaim, instantly, that her health was perfect, and it was only Catherine's harshness

'How can you say I am harsh, you naughty fondling?' cried the mistress, amazed at the unreasonable

'In our walk along the moor: you told me to ramble where I pleased, while you sauntered on with Mr.

'And that's your notion of harshness?' said Catherine, laughing. 'It was no hint that your company was

superfluous? We didn't care whether you kept with us or not; I merely thought Heathcliff's talk would have

'Oh, no,' wept the young lady; 'you wished me away, because you knew I liked to be there!'

'Is she sane?' asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. 'I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and

'With him: and I won't be always sent off!' she continued, kindling up. 'You are a dog in the manger, Cathy,

'You are an impertinent little monkey!' exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in surprise. 'But I'll not believe this idiotcy! It

is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff that you consider him an agreeable person! I

'No, you have not,' said the infatuated girl. 'I love him more than ever you loved Edgar, and he might love

'I wouldn't be you for a kingdom, then!' Catherine declared, emphatically: and she seemed to speak sincerely.

'Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without

refinement, without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary

into the park on a winter's day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of

his character, child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he

conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He's not a rough diamond a

pearlcontaining oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. I never say to him, "Let this or that

enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them;" I say, "Let them alone, because I

should hate them to be wronged:" and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella, if he found you a

troublesome charge. I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune

and expectations: avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend so

much so, that had he thought seriously to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall

'For shame! for shame!' she repeated, angrily. 'You are worse than twenty foes, you poisonous friend!'

'Ah! you won't believe me, then?' said Catherine. 'You think I speak from wicked selfishness?'

'Good!' cried the other. 'Try for yourself, if that be your spirit: I have done, and yield the argument to your

'And I must suffer for her egotism!' she sobbed, as Mrs. Linton left the room. 'All, all is against me: she has

blighted my single consolation. But she uttered falsehoods, didn't she? Mr. Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an

'Banish him from your thoughts, Miss,' I said. 'He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs. Linton spoke

strongly, and yet I can't contradict her. She is better acquainted with his heart than I, or any one besides; and

she never would represent him as worse than he is. Honest people don't hide their deeds. How has he been

living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights, the house of a man whom he abhors?

They say Mr. Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. They sit up all night together continually, and

Hindley has been borrowing money on his land, and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago

it was Joseph who told me I met him at Gimmerton: "Nelly," he said, "we's hae a crowner's 'quest enow,

at ahr folks'. One on 'em 's a'most getten his finger cut off wi' hauding t' other fro' stickin' hisseln loike a

cawlf. That's maister, yeah knaw, 'at 's soa up o' going tuh t' grand 'sizes. He's noan feared o' t' bench o'

judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nur Matthew, nor noan on 'em, not he! He fair likes he langs to set

his brazened face agean 'em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he's a rare 'un. He can girn a laugh as

well 's onybody at a raight divil's jest. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goes to t'

Grange? This is t' way on 't: up at sundown: dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can'lelight till next day at

noon: then, t'fooil gangs banning und raving to his cham'er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i' thur lugs

fur varry shame; un' the knave, why he can caint his brass, un' ate, un' sleep, un' off to his neighbour's to

gossip wi' t' wife. I' course, he tells Dame Catherine how her fathur's goold runs into his pocket, and her

fathur's son gallops down t' broad road, while he flees afore to oppen t' pikes!" Now, Miss Linton, Joseph is

an old rascal, but no liar; and, if his account of Heathcliff's conduct be true, you would never think of desiring

'You are leagued with the rest, Ellen!' she replied. 'I'll not listen to your slanders. What malevolence you must

Whether she would have got over this fancy if left to herself, or persevered in nursing it perpetually, I cannot

say: she had little time to reflect. The day after, there was a justicemeeting at the next town; my master was

obliged to attend; and Mr. Heathcliff, aware of his absence, called rather earlier than usual. Catherine and

Isabella were sitting in the library, on hostile terms, but silent: the latter alarmed at her recent indiscretion,

and the disclosure she had made of her secret feelings in a transient fit of passion; the former, on mature

consideration, really offended with her companion; and, if she laughed again at her pertness, inclined to make

it no laughing matter to her. She did laugh as she saw Heathcliff pass the window. I was sweeping the hearth,

and I noticed a mischievous smile on her lips. Isabella, absorbed in her meditations, or a book, remained till

the door opened; and it was too late to attempt an escape, which she would gladly have done had it been

'Come in, that's right!' exclaimed the mistress, gaily, pulling a chair to the fire. 'Here are two people sadly in

need of a third to thaw the ice between them; and you are the very one we should both of us choose.

Heathcliff, I'm proud to show you, at last, somebody that dotes on you more than myself. I expect you to feel

flattered. Nay, it's not Nelly; don't look at her! My poor little sisterinlaw is breaking her heart by mere

contemplation of your physical and moral beauty. It lies in your own power to be Edgar's brother! No, no,

Isabella, you sha'n't run off,' she continued, arresting, with feigned playfulness, the confounded girl, who had

risen indignantly. 'We were quarrelling like cats about you, Heathcliff; and I was fairly beaten in protestations

of devotion and admiration: and, moreover, I was informed that if I would but have the manners to stand

aside, my rival, as she will have herself to be, would shoot a shaft into your soul that would fix you for ever,

'Catherine!' said Isabella, calling up her dignity, and disdaining to struggle from the tight grasp that held her,

'I'd thank you to adhere to the truth and not slander me, even in joke! Mr. Heathcliff, be kind enough to bid

this friend of yours release me: she forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances; and what amuses

As the guest answered nothing, but took his seat, and looked thoroughly indifferent what sentiments she

cherished concerning him, she turned and whispered an earnest appeal for liberty to her tormentor.

'By no means!' cried Mrs. Linton in answer. 'I won't be named a dog in the manger again. You SHALL stay:

now then! Heathcliff, why don't you evince satisfaction at my pleasant news? Isabella swears that the love

Edgar has for me is nothing to that she entertains for you. I'm sure she made some speech of the kind; did she

not, Ellen? And she has fasted ever since the day before yesterday's walk, from sorrow and rage that I

'I think you belie her,' said Heathcliff, twisting his chair to face them. 'She wishes to be out of my society

And he stared hard at the object of discourse, as one might do at a strange repulsive animal: a centipede from

the Indies, for instance, which curiosity leads one to examine in spite of the aversion it raises. The poor thing

couldn't bear that; she grew white and red in rapid succession, and, while tears beaded her lashes, bent the

strength of her small fingers to loosen the firm clutch of Catherine; and perceiving that as fast as she raised

one finger off her arm another closed down, and she could not remove the whole together, she began to make

use of her nails; and their sharpness presently ornamented the detainer's with crescents of red.

'There's a tigress!' exclaimed Mrs. Linton, setting her free, and shaking her hand with pain. 'Begone, for God's

sake, and hide your vixen face! How foolish to reveal those talons to him. Can't you fancy the conclusions

he'll draw? Look, Heathcliff! they are instruments that will do execution you must beware of your eyes.'

'I'd wrench them off her fingers, if they ever menaced me,' he answered, brutally, when the door had closed

after her. 'But what did you mean by teasing the creature in that manner, Cathy? You were not speaking the

'I assure you I was,' she returned. 'She has been dying for your sake several weeks, and raving about you this

morning, and pouring forth a deluge of abuse, because I represented your failings in a plain light, for the

purpose of mitigating her adoration. But don't notice it further: I wished to punish her sauciness, that's all. I

like her too well, my dear Heathcliff, to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.'

'And I like her too ill to attempt it,' said he, 'except in a very ghoulish fashion. You'd hear of odd things if I

lived alone with that mawkish, waxen face: the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of

the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two: they detestably resemble Linton's.'

'I should be sorry to think so,' returned his companion. 'Half a dozen nephews shall erase her title, please

heaven! Abstract your mind from the subject at present: you are too prone to covet your neighbour's goods;

'If they were MINE, they would be none the less that,' said Heathcliff; 'but though Isabella Linton may be

silly, she is scarcely mad; and, in short, we'll dismiss the matter, as you advise.'

From their tongues they did dismiss it; and Catherine, probably, from her thoughts. The other, I felt certain,

recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him smile to himself grin rather and lapse into

ominous musing whenever Mrs. Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment.

I determined to watch his movements. My heart invariably cleaved to the master's, in preference to

Catherine's side: with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she she could

not be called OPPOSITE, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her

principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings. I wanted something to happen which might have the effect

of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr. Heathcliff quietly; leaving us as we had been prior

to his advent. His visits were a continual nightmare to me; and, I suspected, to my master also. His abode at

the Heights was an oppression past explaining. I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own

wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.

SOMETIMES, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've got up in a sudden terror, and put on my

bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. I've persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how

people talked regarding his ways; and then I've recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of

benefiting him, have flinched from reentering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my

One time I passed the old gate, going out of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton. It was about the period that

my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon; the ground bare, and the road hard and dry. I came to a

stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left hand; a rough sandpillar, with the letters

W. H. cut on its north side, on the east, G., and on the southwest, T. G. It serves as a guidepost to the

Grange, the Heights, and village. The sun shone yellow on its grey head, reminding me of summer; and I

cannot say why, but all at once a gush of child's sensations flowed into my heart. Hindley and I held it a

favourite spot twenty years before. I gazed long at the weatherworn block; and, stooping down, perceived a

hole near the bottom still full of snailshells and pebbles, which we were fond of storing there with more

perishable things; and, as fresh as reality, it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered

turf: his dark, square head bent forward, and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate. 'Poor

Hindley!' I exclaimed, involuntarily. I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the

child lifted its face and stared straight into mine! It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt an

irresistible yearning to be at the Heights. Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he

should be dead! I thought or should die soon! supposing it were a sign of death! The nearer I got to the

house the more agitated I grew; and on catching sight of it I trembled in every limb. The apparition had

outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. That was my first idea on observing an elflocked,

browneyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars. Further reflection suggested this must be

'God bless thee, darling!' I cried, forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears. 'Hareton, it's Nelly! Nelly, thy

'I am come to see thy father, Hareton,' I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory

He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck

my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether

he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a

shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an

orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as

if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. I showed another, keeping it out of his reach.

'Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it,' said I. 'Who's your master?'

'Naught,' said he, 'but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'

Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences 'I known't: he pays dad back

'No, I was told the curate should have his teeth dashed down his throat, if he stepped over the threshold

I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to

speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley,

Heathcliff appeared on the doorstones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could

race, making no halt till I gained the guidepost, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not

much connected with Miss Isabella's affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant

guard, and doing my utmost to cheek the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should

The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. She had

never spoken a word to her sisterinlaw for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful

complaining, and we found it a great comfort. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary

civility on Miss Linton, I knew. Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping

survey of the housefront. I was standing by the kitchenwindow, but I drew out of sight. He then stepped

across the pavement to her, and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to

prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm. She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had

no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel

'Judas! Traitor!' I ejaculated. 'You are a hypocrite, too, are you? A deliberate deceiver.'

'Who is, Nelly?' said Catherine's voice at my elbow: I had been overintent on watching the pair outside to

'Your worthless friend!' I answered, warmly: 'the sneaking rascal yonder. Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us

he is coming in! I wonder will he have the heart to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he

Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the

door. I couldn't withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and

threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.

'To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!' she cried. 'You want setting down in your right

place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir? I said you must let Isabella alone! I beg you will,

unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!'

'God forbid that he should try!' answered the black villain. I detested him just then. 'God keep him meek and

'Hush!' said Catherine, shutting the inner door! 'Don't vex me. Why have you disregarded my request? Did

'What is it to you?' he growled. 'I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I am

'I'm not jealous of you,' replied the mistress; 'I'm jealous for you. Clear your face: you sha'n't scowl at me! If

you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won't

'He might spare himself the trouble,' said Heathcliff: 'I could do as well without his approbation. And as to

you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I

KNOW you have treated me infernally infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don't

perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you

fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for

telling me your sisterinlaw's secret: I swear I'll make the most of it. And stand you aside!'

'What new phase of his character is this?' exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in amazement. 'I've treated you infernally

and you'll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How have I treated you infernally?'

'I seek no revenge on you,' replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. 'That's not the plan. The tyrant grinds down

his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to

death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as

much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own

charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I'd cut my throat!'

'Oh, the evil is that I am NOT jealous, is it?' cried Catherine. 'Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife: it is as

bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored

from the illtemper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to

know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and

deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.'

The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her

was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the hearth with folded arms,

brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what

'Yes; she's in the kitchen, sir,' I answered. 'She's sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff's behaviour: and, indeed, I do

think it's time to arrange his visits on another footing. There's harm in being too soft, and now it's come to

this .' And I related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute. I fancied it

could not be very prejudicial to Mrs. Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for

her guest. Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close. His first words revealed that he did not clear

'This is insufferable!' he exclaimed. 'It is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his

company on me! Call me two men out of the hall, Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the

He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen. Its

occupants had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs. Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour;

Heathcliff had moved to the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently.

He saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on

'How is this?' said Linton, addressing her; 'what notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the

language which has been held to you by that blackguard? I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk you think

nothing of it: you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!'

'Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?' asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to provoke

her husband, implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation. Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at

the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr. Linton's attention to

him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion.

'I've been so far forbearing with you, sir,' he said quietly; 'not that I was ignorant of your miserable, degraded

character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine wishing to keep up your

acquaintance, I acquiesced foolishly. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most

virtuous: for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this

house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure. Three minutes' delay will render it

Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.

'Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my

knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!'

My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a

personal encounter. I obeyed the hint; but Mrs. Linton, suspecting something, followed; and when I

'Fair means!' she said, in answer to her husband's look of angry surprise. 'If you have not courage to attack

him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you

possess. No, I'll swallow the key before you shall get it! I'm delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each!

After constant indulgence of one's weak nature, and the other's bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of

blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity! Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog

It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. He tried to wrest the key from

Catherine's grasp, and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr. Edgar was taken

with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale. For his life he could not avert that excess of

emotion: mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely. He leant on the back of a chair, and

'Oh, heavens! In old days this would win you knighthood!' exclaimed Mrs. Linton. 'We are vanquished! we

are vanquished! Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a

colony of mice. Cheer up! you sha'n't be hurt! Your type is not a lamb, it's a sucking leveret.'

'I wish you joy of the milkblooded coward, Cathy!' said her friend. 'I compliment you on your taste. And

that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist, but I'd kick him

with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear?'

The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. He'd better have kept his distance:

my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter

man. It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door into the

'There! you've done with coming here,' cried Catherine. 'Get away, now; he'll return with a brace of pistols

and halfadozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you. You've played me an ill

'Do you suppose I'm going with that blow burning in my gullet?' he thundered. 'By hell, no! I'll crush his ribs

in like a rotten hazelnut before I cross the threshold! If I don't floor him now, I shall murder him some time;

'He is not coming,' I interposed, framing a bit of a lie. 'There's the coachman and the two gardeners; you'll

surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon; and master will, very likely, be

The gardeners and coachman were there: but Linton was with them. They had already entered the court.

Heathcliff, on the second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle against three underlings: he seized the poker,

Mrs. Linton, who was very much excited, bade me accompany her upstairs. She did not know my share in

'I'm nearly distracted, Nelly!' she exclaimed, throwing herself on the sofa. 'A thousand smiths' hammers are

beating in my head! Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her; and should she or any one else

aggravate my anger at present, I shall get wild. And, Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again tonight, that

I'm in danger of being seriously ill. I wish it may prove true. He has startled and distressed me shockingly! I

want to frighten him. Besides, he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings; I'm certain I

should recriminate, and God knows where we should end! Will you do so, my good Nelly? You are aware

that I am no way blamable in this matter. What possessed him to turn listener? Heathcliff's talk was

outrageous, after you left us; but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella, and the rest meant nothing.

Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon! Had

Edgar never gathered our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it. Really, when he opened

on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him, I did

not care hardly what they did to each other; especially as I felt that, however the scene closed, we should all

be driven asunder for nobody knows how long! Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend if Edgar will

be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing

all, when I am pushed to extremity! But it's a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope; I'd not take Linton by

surprise with it. To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me; you must represent the peril of

quitting that policy, and remind him of my passionate temper, verging, when kindled, on frenzy. I wish you

could dismiss that apathy out of that countenance, and look rather more anxious about me.'

The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating: for they were

delivered in perfect sincerity; but I believed a person who could plan the turning of her fits of passion to

account, beforehand, might, by exerting her will, manage to control herself tolerably, even while under their

influence; and I did not wish to 'frighten' her husband, as she said, and multiply his annoyances for the

purpose of serving her selfishness. Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the

parlour; but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together. He

'Remain where you are, Catherine,' he said; without any anger in his voice, but with much sorrowful

despondency. 'I shall not stay. I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled; but I wish just to learn

whether, after this evening's events, you intend to continue your intimacy with '

'Oh, for mercy's sake,' interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, 'for mercy's sake, let us hear no more of it

now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of icewater; but mine are boiling,

'To get rid of me, answer my question,' persevered Mr. Linton. 'You must answer it; and that violence does

not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone, when you please. Will you give up

Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be MY friend and HIS at the same

'I require to be let alone?' exclaimed Catherine, furiously. 'I demand it! Don't you see I can scarcely stand?

She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely. It was enough to try the temper of a saint, such

senseless, wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so

that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr. Linton stood looking at her in sudden

compunction and fear. He told me to fetch some water. She had no breath for speaking. I brought a glass full;

and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face. In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and

turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed the aspect of death. Linton looked

'There is nothing in the world the matter,' I whispered. I did not want him to yield, though I could not help

'Never mind!' I answered, tartly. And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting

a fit of frenzy. I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up her hair flying

over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I made

up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her for an instant, and then rushed from the

room. The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamberdoor: she hindered me from going further by

As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some

carried up. 'No!' she replied, peremptorily. The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on

the morrow after, and received the same answer. Mr. Linton, on his part, spent his time in the library, and did

not inquire concerning his wife's occupations. Isabella and he had had an hour's interview, during which he

tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff's advances: but he could make nothing

of her evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily; adding, however, a solemn

warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, it would dissolve all bonds of

WHILE Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and almost always in tears; and her

brother shut himself up among books that he never opened wearying, I guessed, with a continual vague

expectation that Catherine, repenting her conduct, would come of her own accord to ask pardon, and seek a

reconciliation and SHE fasted pertinaciously, under the idea, probably, that at every meal Edgar was ready

to choke for her absence, and pride alone held him from running to cast himself at her feet; I went about my

household duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my

body. I wasted no condolences on Miss, nor any expostulations on my mistress; nor did I pay much attention

to the sighs of my master, who yearned to hear his lady's name, since he might not hear her voice. I

determined they should come about as they pleased for me; and though it was a tiresomely slow process, I

began to rejoice at length in a faint dawn of its progress: as I thought at first.

Mrs. Linton, on the third day, unbarred her door, and having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter,

desired a renewed supply, and a basin of gruel, for she believed she was dying. That I set down as a speech

meant for Edgar's ears; I believed no such thing, so I kept it to myself and brought her some tea and dry toast.

She ate and drank eagerly, and sank back on her pillow again, clenching her hands and groaning. 'Oh, I will

die,' she exclaimed, 'since no one cares anything about me. I wish I had not taken that.' Then a good while

after I heard her murmur, 'No, I'll not die he'd be glad he does not love me at all he would never miss

'Did you want anything, ma'am?' I inquired, still preserving my external composure, in spite of her ghastly

'What is that apathetic being doing?' she demanded, pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face.

'Neither,' replied I; 'if you mean Mr. Linton. He's tolerably well, I think, though his studies occupy him rather

more than they ought: he is continually among his books, since he has no other society.'

I should not have spoken so if I had known her true condition, but I could not get rid of the notion that she

'Among his books!' she cried, confounded. 'And I dying! I on the brink of the grave! My God! does he know

how I'm altered?' continued she, staring at her reflection in a mirror hanging against the opposite wall. 'Is that

Catherine Linton? He imagines me in a pet in play, perhaps. Cannot you inform him that it is frightful

earnest? Nelly, if it be not too late, as soon as I learn how he feels, I'll choose between these two: either to

starve at once that would be no punishment unless he had a heart or to recover, and leave the country. Are

you speaking the truth about him now? Take care. Is he actually so utterly indifferent for my life?'

'Why, ma'am,' I answered, 'the master has no idea of your being deranged; and of course he does not fear that

'You think not? Cannot you tell him I will?' she returned. 'Persuade him! speak of your own mind: say you

'No, you forget, Mrs. Linton,' I suggested, 'that you have eaten some food with a relish this evening, and

'If I were only sure it would kill him,' she interrupted, 'I'd kill myself directly! These three awful nights I've

never closed my lids and oh, I've been tormented! I've been haunted, Nelly! But I begin to fancy you don't

like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid

loving me. And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have, I'm positive; the people here. How

dreary to meet death, surrounded by their cold faces! Isabella, terrified and repelled, afraid to enter the room,

it would be so dreadful to watch Catherine go. And Edgar standing solemnly by to see it over; then offering

prayers of thanks to God for restoring peace to his house, and going back to his BOOKS! What in the name

She could not bear the notion which I had put into her head of Mr. Linton's philosophical resignation. Tossing

about, she increased her feverish bewilderment to madness, and tore the pillow with her teeth; then raising

herself up all burning, desired that I would open the window. We were in the middle of winter, the wind blew

strong from the northeast, and I objected. Both the expressions flitting over her face, and the changes of her

moods, began to alarm me terribly; and brought to my recollection her former illness, and the doctor's

injunction that she should not be crossed. A minute previously she was violent; now, supported on one arm,

and not noticing my refusal to obey her, she seemed to find childish diversion in pulling the feathers from the

rents she had just made, and ranging them on the sheet according to their different species: her mind had

'That's a turkey's,' she murmured to herself; 'and this is a wild duck's; and this is a pigeon's. Ah, they put

pigeons' feathers in the pillows no wonder I couldn't die! Let me take care to throw it on the floor when I lie

down. And here is a moorcock's; and this I should know it among a thousand it's a lapwing's. Bonny

bird; wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor. It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds had

touched the swells, and it felt rain coming. This feather was picked up from the heath, the bird was not shot:

we saw its nest in the winter, full of little skeletons. Heathcliff set a trap over it, and the old ones dared not

come. I made him promise he'd never shoot a lapwing after that, and he didn't. Yes, here are more! Did he

'Give over with that babywork!' I interrupted, dragging the pillow away, and turning the holes towards the

mattress, for she was removing its contents by handfuls. 'Lie down and shut your eyes: you're wandering.

'I see in you, Nelly,' she continued dreamily, 'an aged woman: you have grey hair and bent shoulders. This

bed is the fairy cave under Penistone crags, and you are gathering elfbolts to hurt our heifers; pretending,

while I am near, that they are only locks of wool. That's what you'll come to fifty years hence: I know you are

not so now. I'm not wandering: you're mistaken, or else I should believe you really WERE that withered hag,

and I should think I WAS under Penistone Crags; and I'm conscious it's night, and there are two candles on

'It's against the wall, as it always is,' she replied. 'It DOES appear odd I see a face in it!'

'There's no press in the room, and never was,' said I, resuming my seat, and looping up the curtain that I

And say what I could, I was incapable of making her comprehend it to be her own; so I rose and covered it

'It's behind there still!' she pursued, anxiously. 'And it stirred. Who is it? I hope it will not come out when you

I took her hand in mine, and bid her be composed; for a succession of shudders convulsed her frame, and she

'There's nobody here!' I insisted. 'It was YOURSELF, Mrs. Linton: you knew it a while since.'

'Myself!' she gasped, 'and the clock is striking twelve! It's true, then! that's dreadful!'

Her fingers clutched the clothes, and gathered them over her eyes. I attempted to steal to the door with an

intention of calling her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek the shawl had dropped

'Why, what is the matter?' cried I. 'Who is coward now? Wake up! That is the glass the mirror, Mrs. Linton;

Trembling and bewildered, she held me fast, but the horror gradually passed from her countenance; its

'Oh, dear! I thought I was at home,' she sighed. 'I thought I was lying in my chamber at Wuthering Heights.

Because I'm weak, my brain got confused, and I screamed unconsciously. Don't say anything; but stay with

'A sound sleep would do you good, ma'am,' I answered: 'and I hope this suffering will prevent your trying

'Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!' she went on bitterly, wringing her hands. 'And that wind

sounding in the firs by the lattice. Do let me feel it it comes straight down the moor do let me have one

breath!' To pacify her I held the casement ajar a few seconds. A cold blast rushed through; I closed it, and

returned to my post. She lay still now, her face bathed in tears. Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her

'It was Monday evening,' I replied, 'and this is Thursday night, or rather Friday morning, at present.'

'Well, it seems a weary number of hours,' she muttered doubtfully: 'it must be more. I remember being in the

parlour after they had quarrelled, and Edgar being cruelly provoking, and me running into this room

desperate. As soon as ever I had barred the door, utter blackness overwhelmed me, and I fell on the floor. I

couldn't explain to Edgar how certain I felt of having a fit, or going raging mad, if he persisted in teasing me!

I had no command of tongue, or brain, and he did not guess my agony, perhaps: it barely left me sense to try

to escape from him and his voice. Before I recovered sufficiently to see and hear, it began to be dawn, and,

Nelly, I'll tell you what I thought, and what has kept recurring and recurring till I feared for my reason. I

thought as I lay there, with my head against that table leg, and my eyes dimly discerning the grey square of

the window, that I was enclosed in the oakpanelled bed at home; and my heart ached with some great grief

which, just waking, I could not recollect. I pondered, and worried myself to discover what it could be, and,

most strangely, the whole last seven years of my life grew a blank! I did not recall that they had been at all. I

was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered

between me and Heathcliff. I was laid alone, for the first time; and, rousing from a dismal doze after a night

of weeping, I lifted my hand to push the panels aside: it struck the tabletop! I swept it along the carpet, and

then memory burst in: my late anguish was swallowed in a paroxysm of despair. I cannot say why I felt so

wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement; for there is scarcely cause. But, supposing at

twelve years old I had been wrenched from the Heights, and every early association, and my all in all, as

Heathcliff was at that time, and been converted at a stroke into Mrs. Linton, the lady of Thrushcross Grange,

and the wife of a stranger: an exile, and outcast, thenceforth, from what had been my world. You may fancy a

glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled! Shake your head as you will, Nelly, you have helped to unsettle me!

You should have spoken to Edgar, indeed you should, and compelled him to leave me quiet! Oh, I'm burning!

I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at

injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a

few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again

'You won't give me a chance of life, you mean,' she said, sullenly. 'However, I'm not helpless yet; I'll open it

And sliding from the bed before I could hinder her, she crossed the room, walking very uncertainly, threw it

back, and bent out, careless of the frosty air that cut about her shoulders as keen as a knife. I entreated, and

finally attempted to force her to retire. But I soon found her delirious strength much surpassed mine (she was

delirious, I became convinced by her subsequent actions and ravings). There was no moon, and everything

beneath lay in misty darkness: not a light gleamed from any house, far or near all had been extinguished long

ago: and those at Wuthering Heights were never visible still she asserted she caught their shining.

'Look!' she cried eagerly, 'that's my room with the candle in it, and the trees swaying before it; and the other

candle is in Joseph's garret. Joseph sits up late, doesn't he? He's waiting till I come home that he may lock the

gate. Well, he'll wait a while yet. It's a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by

Gimmerton Kirk to go that journey! We've braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand

among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll

keep you. I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over

She paused, and resumed with a strange smile. 'He's considering he'd rather I'd come to him! Find a way,

then! not through that kirkyard. You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!'

Perceiving it vain to argue against her insanity, I was planning how I could reach something to wrap about

her, without quitting my hold of herself (for I could not trust her alone by the gaping lattice), when, to my

consternation, I heard the rattle of the doorhandle, and Mr. Linton entered. He had only then come from the

library; and, in passing through the lobby, had noticed our talking and been attracted by curiosity, or fear, to

'Oh, sir!' I cried, checking the exclamation risen to his lips at the sight which met him, and the bleak

atmosphere of the chamber. 'My poor mistress is ill, and she quite masters me: I cannot manage her at all;

pray, come and persuade her to go to bed. Forget your anger, for she's hard to guide any way but her own.'

'Catherine ill?' he said, hastening to us. 'Shut the window, Ellen! Catherine! why '

He was silent. The haggardness of Mrs. Linton's appearance smote him speechless, and he could only glance

'She's been fretting here,' I continued, 'and eating scarcely anything, and never complaining: she would admit

none of us till this evening, and so we couldn't inform you of her state, as we were not aware of it ourselves;

I felt I uttered my explanations awkwardly; the master frowned. 'It is nothing, is it, Ellen Dean?' he said

sternly. 'You shall account more clearly for keeping me ignorant of this!' And he took his wife in his arms,

At first she gave him no glance of recognition: he was invisible to her abstracted gaze. The delirium was not

fixed, however; having weaned her eyes from contemplating the outer darkness, by degrees she centred her

'Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?' she said, with angry animation. 'You are one of those things that

are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of

lamentations now I see we shall but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my

restingplace, where I'm bound before spring is over! There it is: not among the Lintons, mind, under the

chapelroof, but in the open air, with a headstone; and you may please yourself whether you go to them or

'Catherine, what have you done?' commenced the master. 'Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that

'Hush!' cried Mrs. Linton. 'Hush, this moment! You mention that name and I end the matter instantly by a

spring from the window! What you touch at present you may have; but my soul will be on that hilltop

before you lay hands on me again. I don't want you, Edgar: I'm past wanting you. Return to your books. I'm

'Her mind wanders, sir,' I interposed. 'She has been talking nonsense the whole evening; but let her have

quiet, and proper attendance, and she'll rally. Hereafter, we must be cautious how we vex her.'

'I desire no further advice from you,' answered Mr. Linton. 'You knew your mistress's nature, and you

encouraged me to harass her. And not to give me one hint of how she has been these three days! It was

I began to defend myself, thinking it too bad to be blamed for another's wicked waywardness. 'I knew Mrs.

Linton's nature to be headstrong and domineering,' cried I: 'but I didn't know that you wished to foster her

fierce temper! I didn't know that, to humour her, I should wink at Mr. Heathcliff. I performed the duty of a

faithful servant in telling you, and I have got a faithful servant's wages! Well, it will teach me to be careful

'The next time you bring a tale to me you shall quit my service, Ellen Dean,' he replied.

'You'd rather hear nothing about it, I suppose, then, Mr. Linton?' said I. 'Heathcliff has your permission to

come acourting to Miss, and to drop in at every opportunity your absence offers, on purpose to poison the

'Ah! Nelly has played traitor,' she exclaimed, passionately. 'Nelly is my hidden enemy. You witch! So you do

seek elfbolts to hurt us! Let me go, and I'll make her rue! I'll make her howl a recantation!'

A maniac's fury kindled under her brows; she struggled desperately to disengage herself from Linton's arms. I

felt no inclination to tarry the event; and, resolving to seek medical aid on my own responsibility, I quitted

In passing the garden to reach the road, at a place where a bridle hook is driven into the wall, I saw something

white moved irregularly, evidently by another agent than the wind. Notwithstanding my hurry, I stayed to

examine it, lest ever after I should have the conviction impressed on my imagination that it was a creature of

the other world. My surprise and perplexity were great on discovering, by touch more than vision, Miss

Isabella's springer, Fanny, suspended by a handkerchief, and nearly at its last gasp. I quickly released the

animal, and lifted it into the garden. I had seen it follow its mistress upstairs when she went to bed; and

wondered much how it could have got out there, and what mischievous person had treated it so. While

untying the knot round the hook, it seemed to me that I repeatedly caught the beat of horses' feet galloping at

some distance; but there were such a number of things to occupy my reflections that I hardly gave the

circumstance a thought: though it was a strange sound, in that place, at two o'clock in the morning.

Mr. Kenneth was fortunately just issuing from his house to see a patient in the village as I came up the street;

and my account of Catherine Linton's malady induced him to accompany me back immediately. He was a

plain rough man; and he made no scruple to speak his doubts of her surviving this second attack; unless she

'Nelly Dean,' said he, 'I can't help fancying there's an extra cause for this. What has there been to do at the

Grange? We've odd reports up here. A stout, hearty lass like Catherine does not fall ill for a trifle; and that

sort of people should not either. It's hard work bringing them through fevers, and such things. How did it

'The master will inform you,' I answered; 'but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws' violent dispositions,

and Mrs. Linton caps them all. I may say this; it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of

passion with a kind of fit. That's her account, at least: for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself

up. Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half dream; knowing those

about her, but having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.'

' Sorry? he'll break his heart should anything happen!' I replied. 'Don't alarm him more than necessary.'

'Well, I told him to beware,' said my companion; 'and he must bide the consequences of neglecting my

'Heathcliff frequently visits at the Grange,' answered I, 'though more on the strength of the mistress having

known him when a boy, than because the master likes his company. At present he's discharged from the

trouble of calling; owing to some presumptuous aspirations after Miss Linton which he manifested. I hardly

'And does Miss Linton turn a cold shoulder on him?' was the doctor's next question.

'No, she's a sly one,' he remarked, shaking his head. 'She keeps her own counsel! But she's a real little fool. I

have it from good authority that last night (and a pretty night it was!) she and Heathcliff were walking in the

plantation at the back of your house above two hours; and he pressed her not to go in again, but just mount

his horse and away with him! My informant said she could only put him off by pledging her word of honour

to be prepared on their first meeting after that: when it was to be he didn't hear; but you urge Mr. Linton to

This news filled me with fresh fears; I outstripped Kenneth, and ran most of the way back. The little dog was

yelping in the garden yet. I spared a minute to open the gate for it, but instead of going to the house door, it

coursed up and down snuffing the grass, and would have escaped to the road, had I not seized it and

conveyed it in with me. On ascending to Isabella's room, my suspicions were confirmed: it was empty. Had I

been a few hours sooner Mrs. Linton's illness might have arrested her rash step. But what could be done now?

There was a bare possibility of overtaking them if pursued instantly. I could not pursue them, however; and I

dared not rouse the family, and fill the place with confusion; still less unfold the business to my master,

absorbed as he was in his present calamity, and having no heart to spare for a second grief! I saw nothing for

it but to hold my tongue, and suffer matters to take their course; and Kenneth being arrived, I went with a

badly composed countenance to announce him. Catherine lay in a troubled sleep: her husband had succeeded

in soothing the excess of frenzy; he now hung over her pillow, watching every shade and every change of her

The doctor, on examining the case for himself, spoke hopefully to him of its having a favourable termination,

if we could only preserve around her perfect and constant tranquillity. To me, he signified the threatening

I did not close my eyes that night, nor did Mr. Linton: indeed, we never went to bed; and the servants were all

up long before the usual hour, moving through the house with stealthy tread, and exchanging whispers as they

encountered each other in their vocations. Every one was active but Miss Isabella; and they began to remark

how sound she slept: her brother, too, asked if she had risen, and seemed impatient for her presence, and hurt

that she showed so little anxiety for her sisterinlaw. I trembled lest he should send me to call her; but I was

spared the pain of being the first proclaimant of her flight. One of the maids, a thoughtless girl, who had been

on an early errand to Gimmerton, came panting upstairs, openmouthed, and dashed into the chamber,

crying: 'Oh, dear, dear! What mun we have next? Master, master, our young lady '

'Speak lower, Mary What is the matter?' said Mr. Linton. 'What ails your young lady?'

'That is not true!' exclaimed Linton, rising in agitation. 'It cannot be: how has the idea entered your head?

As he spoke he took the servant to the door, and then repeated his demand to know her reasons for such an

'Why, I met on the road a lad that fetches milk here,' she stammered, 'and he asked whether we weren't in

trouble at the Grange. I thought he meant for missis's sickness, so I answered, yes. Then says he, "There's

somebody gone after 'em, I guess?" I stared. He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and

lady had stopped to have a horse's shoe fastened at a blacksmith's shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very

long after midnight! and how the blacksmith's lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both

directly. And she noticed the man Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nob'dy could mistake him, besides

put a sovereign in her father's hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a

sup of water, while she drank it fell back, and she saw her very plain. Heathcliff held both bridles as they

rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them. The lass

I ran and peeped, for form's sake, into Isabella's room; confirming, when I returned, the servant's statement.

Mr. Linton had resumed his seat by the bed; on my reentrance, he raised his eyes, read the meaning of my

'Are we to try any measures for overtaking and bringing her back,' I inquired. 'How should we do?'

'She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she had a right to go if she pleased. Trouble me no more

about her. Hereafter she is only my sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned

And that was all he said on the subject: he did not make single inquiry further, or mention her in any way,

except directing me to send what property she had in the house to her fresh home, wherever it was, when I

FOR two months the fugitives remained absent; in those two months, Mrs. Linton encountered and

conquered the worst shock of what was denominated a brain fever. No mother could have nursed an only

child more devotedly than Edgar tended her. Day and night he was watching, and patiently enduring all the

annoyances that irritable nerves and a shaken reason could inflict; and, though Kenneth remarked that what

he saved from the grave would only recompense his care by forming the source of constant future anxiety

in fact, that his health and strength were being sacrificed to preserve a mere ruin of humanity he knew no

limits in gratitude and joy when Catherine's life was declared out of danger; and hour after hour he would sit

beside her, tracing the gradual return to bodily health, and flattering his too sanguine hopes with the illusion

that her mind would settle back to its right balance also, and she would soon be entirely her former self.

The first time she left her chamber was at the commencement of the following March. Mr. Linton had put on

her pillow, in the morning, a handful of golden crocuses; her eye, long stranger to any gleam of pleasure,

caught them in waking, and shone delighted as she gathered them eagerly together.

'These are the earliest flowers at the Heights,' she exclaimed. 'They remind me of soft thaw winds, and warm

sunshine, and nearly melted snow. Edgar, is there not a south wind, and is not the snow almost gone?'

'The snow is quite gone down here, darling,' replied her husband; 'and I only see two white spots on the

whole range of moors: the sky is blue, and the larks are singing, and the becks and brooks are all brim full.

Catherine, last spring at this time, I was longing to have you under this roof; now, I wish you were a mile or

'I shall never be there but once more,' said the invalid; 'and then you'll leave me, and I shall remain for ever.

Next spring you'll long again to have me under this roof, and you'll look back and think you were happy

Linton lavished on her the kindest caresses, and tried to cheer her by the fondest words; but, vaguely

regarding the flowers, she let the tears collect on her lashes and stream down her cheeks unheeding. We knew

she was really better, and, therefore, decided that long confinement to a single place produced much of this

despondency, and it might be partially removed by a change of scene. The master told me to light a fire in the

manyweeks' deserted parlour, and to set an easychair in the sunshine by the window; and then he brought

her down, and she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived by the objects

round her: which, though familiar, were free from the dreary associations investing her hated sick chamber.

By evening she seemed greatly exhausted; yet no arguments could persuade her to return to that apartment,

and I had to arrange the parlour sofa for her bed, till another room could be prepared. To obviate the fatigue

of mounting and descending the stairs, we fitted up this, where you lie at present on the same floor with the

parlour; and she was soon strong enough to move from one to the other, leaning on Edgar's arm. Ah, I

thought myself, she might recover, so waited on as she was. And there was double cause to desire it, for on

her existence depended that of another: we cherished the hope that in a little while Mr. Linton's heart would

be gladdened, and his lands secured from a stranger's gripe, by the birth of an heir.

I should mention that Isabella sent to her brother, some six weeks from her departure, a short note,

announcing her marriage with Heathcliff. It appeared dry and cold; but at the bottom was dotted in with

pencil an obscure apology, and an entreaty for kind remembrance and reconciliation, if her proceeding had

offended him: asserting that she could not help it then, and being done, she had now no power to repeal it.

Linton did not reply to this, I believe; and, in a fortnight more, I got a long letter, which I considered odd,

coming from the pen of a bride just out of the honeymoon. I'll read it: for I keep it yet. Any relic of the dead

DEAR ELLEN, it begins, I came last night to Wuthering Heights, and heard, for the first time, that

Catherine has been, and is yet, very ill. I must not write to her, I suppose, and my brother is either too angry

or too distressed to answer what I sent him. Still, I must write to somebody, and the only choice left me is

Inform Edgar that I'd give the world to see his face again that my heart returned to Thrushcross Grange in

twentyfour hours after I left it, and is there at this moment, full of warm feelings for him, and Catherine! I

CAN'T FOLLOW IT THOUGH (these words are underlined) they need not expect me, and they may

draw what conclusions they please; taking care, however, to lay nothing at the door of my weak will or

The remainder of the letter is for yourself alone. I want to ask you two questions: the first is, How did you

contrive to preserve the common sympathies of human nature when you resided here? I cannot recognise any

The second question I have great interest in; it is this Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not,

is he a devil? I sha'n't tell my reasons for making this inquiry; but I beseech you to explain, if you can, what I

have married: that is, when you call to see me; and you must call, Ellen, very soon. Don't write, but come,

Now, you shall hear how I have been received in my new home, as I am led to imagine the Heights will be. It

is to amuse myself that I dwell on such subjects as the lack of external comforts: they never occupy my

thoughts, except at the moment when I miss them. I should laugh and dance for joy, if I found their absence

The sun set behind the Grange as we turned on to the moors; by that, I judged it to be six o'clock; and my

companion halted half an hour, to inspect the park, and the gardens, and, probably, the place itself, as well as

he could; so it was dark when we dismounted in the paved yard of the farmhouse, and your old

fellowservant, Joseph, issued out to receive us by the light of a dip candle. He did it with a courtesy that

redounded to his credit. His first act was to elevate his torch to a level with my face, squint malignantly,

project his underlip, and turn away. Then he took the two horses, and led them into the stables; reappearing

Heathcliff stayed to speak to him, and I entered the kitchen a dingy, untidy hole; I daresay you would not

know it, it is so changed since it was in your charge. By the fire stood a ruffianly child, strong in limb and

'This is Edgar's legal nephew,' I reflected 'mine in a manner; I must shake hands, and yes I must kiss

I approached, and, attempting to take his chubby fist, said 'How do you do, my dear?'

An oath, and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not 'frame off' rewarded my perseverance.

'Hey, Throttler, lad!' whispered the little wretch, rousing a halfbred bulldog from its lair in a corner. 'Now,

Love for my life urged a compliance; I stepped over the threshold to wait till the others should enter. Mr.

Heathcliff was nowhere visible; and Joseph, whom I followed to the stables, and requested to accompany me

in, after staring and muttering to himself, screwed up his nose and replied 'Mim! mim! mim! Did iver

Christian body hear aught like it? Mincing un' munching! How can I tell whet ye say?'

'I say, I wish you to come with me into the house!' I cried, thinking him deaf, yet highly disgusted at his

'None o' me! I getten summut else to do,' he answered, and continued his work; moving his lantern jaws

meanwhile, and surveying my dress and countenance (the former a great deal too fine, but the latter, I'm sure,

I walked round the yard, and through a wicket, to another door, at which I took the liberty of knocking, in

hopes some more civil servant might show himself. After a short suspense, it was opened by a tall, gaunt

man, without neckerchief, and otherwise extremely slovenly; his features were lost in masses of shaggy hair

that hung on his shoulders; and HIS eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine's with all their beauty

'My name was Isabella Linton,' I replied. 'You've seen me before, sir. I'm lately married to Mr. Heathcliff,

'Yes we came just now,' I said; 'but he left me by the kitchen door; and when I would have gone in, your

little boy played sentinel over the place, and frightened me off by the help of a bulldog.'

'It's well the hellish villain has kept his word!' growled my future host, searching the darkness beyond me in

expectation of discovering Heathcliff; and then he indulged in a soliloquy of execrations, and threats of what

I repented having tried this second entrance, and was almost inclined to slip away before he finished cursing,

but ere I could execute that intention, he ordered me in, and shut and refastened the door. There was a great

fire, and that was all the light in the huge apartment, whose floor had grown a uniform grey; and the once

brilliant pewterdishes, which used to attract my gaze when I was a girl, partook of a similar obscurity,

created by tarnish and dust. I inquired whether I might call the maid, and be conducted to a bedroom! Mr.

Earnshaw vouchsafed no answer. He walked up and down, with his hands in his pockets, apparently quite

forgetting my presence; and his abstraction was evidently so deep, and his whole aspect so misanthropical,

You'll not be surprised, Ellen, at my feeling particularly cheerless, seated in worse than solitude on that

inhospitable hearth, and remembering that four miles distant lay my delightful home, containing the only

people I loved on earth; and there might as well be the Atlantic to part us, instead of those four miles: I could

not overpass them! I questioned with myself where must I turn for comfort? and mind you don't tell

Edgar, or Catherine above every sorrow beside, this rose preeminent: despair at finding nobody who could

or would be my ally against Heathcliff! I had sought shelter at Wuthering Heights, almost gladly, because I

was secured by that arrangement from living alone with him; but he knew the people we were coming

I sat and thought a doleful time: the clock struck eight, and nine, and still my companion paced to and fro, his

head bent on his breast, and perfectly silent, unless a groan or a bitter ejaculation forced itself out at intervals.

I listened to detect a woman's voice in the house, and filled the interim with wild regrets and dismal

anticipations, which, at last, spoke audibly in irrepressible sighing and weeping. I was not aware how openly

I grieved, till Earnshaw halted opposite, in his measured walk, and gave me a stare of newlyawakened

surprise. Taking advantage of his recovered attention, I exclaimed 'I'm tired with my journey, and I want to

go to bed! Where is the maidservant? Direct me to her, as she won't come to me!'

'Where must I sleep, then?' I sobbed; I was beyond regarding selfrespect, weighed down by fatigue and

'Joseph will show you Heathcliff's chamber,' said he; 'open that door he's in there.'

I was going to obey, but he suddenly arrested me, and added in the strangest tone 'Be so good as to turn

'Well!' I said. 'But why, Mr. Earnshaw?' I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with

'Look here!' he replied, pulling from his waistcoat a curiouslyconstructed pistol, having a doubleedged

spring knife attached to the barrel. 'That's a great tempter to a desperate man, is it not? I cannot resist going

up with this every night, and trying his door. If once I find it open he's done for; I do it invariably, even

though the minute before I have been recalling a hundred reasons that should make me refrain: it is some

devil that urges me to thwart my own schemes by killing him. You fight against that devil for love as long as

I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such

an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face

assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously;

'I don't care if you tell him,' said he. 'Put him on his guard, and watch for him. You know the terms we are on,

'What has Heathcliff done to you?' I asked. 'In what has he wronged you, to warrant this appalling hatred?

'No!' thundered Earnshaw; 'should he offer to leave me, he's a dead man: persuade him to attempt it, and you

are a murderess! Am I to lose ALL, without a chance of retrieval? Is Hareton to be a beggar? Oh, damnation!

I WILL have it back; and I'll have HIS gold too; and then his blood; and hell shall have his soul! It will be ten

You've acquainted me, Ellen, with your old master's habits. He is clearly on the verge of madness: he was so

last night at least. I shuddered to be near him, and thought on the servant's illbred moroseness as

comparatively agreeable. He now recommenced his moody walk, and I raised the latch, and escaped into the

kitchen. Joseph was bending over the fire, peering into a large pan that swung above it; and a wooden bowl of

oatmeal stood on the settle close by. The contents of the pan began to boil, and he turned to plunge his hand

into the bowl; I conjectured that this preparation was probably for our supper, and, being hungry, I resolved it

should be eatable; so, crying out sharply, 'I'LL make the porridge!' I removed the vessel out of his reach, and

proceeded to take off my hat and ridinghabit. 'Mr. Earnshaw,' I continued, 'directs me to wait on myself: I

'Gooid Lord!' he muttered, sitting down, and stroking his ribbed stockings from the knee to the ankle. 'If

there's to be fresh ortherings just when I getten used to two maisters, if I mun hev' a MISTRESS set o'er my

heead, it's like time to be flitting. I niver DID think to see t' day that I mud lave th' owld place but I doubt

This lamentation drew no notice from me: I went briskly to work, sighing to remember a period when it

would have been all merry fun; but compelled speedily to drive off the remembrance. It racked me to recall

past happiness and the greater peril there was of conjuring up its apparition, the quicker the thible ran round,

and the faster the handfuls of meal fell into the water. Joseph beheld my style of cookery with growing

'Thear!' he ejaculated. 'Hareton, thou willn't sup thy porridge toneeght; they'll be naught but lumps as big as

my neive. Thear, agean! I'd fling in bowl un' all, if I wer ye! There, pale t' guilp off, un' then ye'll hae done

It WAS rather a rough mess, I own, when poured into the basins; four had been provided, and a gallon pitcher

of new milk was brought from the dairy, which Hareton seized and commenced drinking and spilling from

the expansive lip. I expostulated, and desired that he should have his in a mug; affirming that I could not taste

the liquid treated so dirtily. The old cynic chose to be vastly offended at this nicety; assuring me, repeatedly,

that 'the barn was every bit as good' as I, 'and every bit as wollsome,' and wondering how I could fashion to

be so conceited. Meanwhile, the infant ruffian continued sucking; and glowered up at me defyingly, as he

'I shall have my supper in another room,' I said. 'Have you no place you call a parlour?'

'PARLOUR!' he echoed, sneeringly, 'PARLOUR! Nay, we've noa PARLOURS. If yah dunnut loike wer

I put my basin on a tray, and went myself to fetch some more milk. With great grumblings, the fellow rose,

and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets; he opened a door, now and then, to look into the

'Here's a rahm,' he said, at last, flinging back a cranky board on hinges. 'It's weel eneugh to ate a few porridge

in. There's a pack o' corn i' t' corner, thear, meeterly clane; if ye're feared o' muckying yer grand silk cloes,

The 'rahm' was a kind of lumberhole smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were

'Why, man,' I exclaimed, facing him angrily, 'this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bedroom.'

'BEDRUME!' he repeated, in a tone of mockery. 'Yah's see all t' BEDRUMES thear is yon's mine.'

He pointed into the second garret, only differing from the first in being more naked about the walls, and

'What do I want with yours?' I retorted. 'I suppose Mr. Heathcliff does not lodge at the top of the house, does

'Oh! it's Maister HATHECLIFF'S ye're wanting?' cried he, as if making a new discovery. 'Couldn't ye ha' said

soa, at onst? un' then, I mud ha' telled ye, baht all this wark, that that's just one ye cannut see he allas keeps

'You've a nice house, Joseph,' I could not refrain from observing, 'and pleasant inmates; and I think the

concentrated essence of all the madness in the world took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate

with theirs! However, that is not to the present purpose there are other rooms. For heaven's sake be quick,

He made no reply to this adjuration; only plodding doggedly down the wooden steps, and halting, before an

apartment which, from that halt and the superior quality of its furniture, I conjectured to be the best one.

There was a carpet a good one, but the pattern was obliterated by dust; a fireplace hung with cutpaper,

dropping to pieces; a handsome oakbedstead with ample crimson curtains of rather expensive material and

modern make; but they had evidently experienced rough usage: the vallances hung in festoons, wrenched

from their rings, and the iron rod supporting them was bent in an arc on one side, causing the drapery to trail

upon the floor. The chairs were also damaged, many of them severely; and deep indentations deformed the

panels of the walls. I was endeavouring to gather resolution for entering and taking possession, when my fool

of a guide announced, 'This here is t' maister's.' My supper by this time was cold, my appetite gone, and my

patience exhausted. I insisted on being provided instantly with a place of refuge, and means of repose.

'Whear the divil?' began the religious elder. 'The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the HELL wdd ye

gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a cham'er. There's not another hoile to

I was so vexed, I flung my tray and its contents on the ground; and then seated myself at the stairs'head, hid

'Ech! ech!' exclaimed Joseph. 'Weel done, Miss Cathy! weel done, Miss Cathy! Howsiver, t' maister sall just

tum'le o'er them brooken pots; un' then we's hear summut; we's hear how it's to be. Gooidfornaught

madling! ye desarve pining fro' this to Churstmas, flinging t' precious gifts o'God under fooit i' yer flaysome

rages! But I'm mista'en if ye shew yer sperrit lang. Will Hathecliff bide sich bonny ways, think ye? I nobbut

And so he went on scolding to his den beneath, taking the candle with him; and I remained in the dark. The

period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride

and choking my wrath, and bestirring myself to remove its effects. An unexpected aid presently appeared in

the shape of Throttler, whom I now recognised as a son of our old Skulker: it had spent its whelphood at the

Grange, and was given by my father to Mr. Hindley. I fancy it knew me: it pushed its nose against mine by

way of salute, and then hastened to devour the porridge; while I groped from step to step, collecting the

shattered earthenware, and drying the spatters of milk from the banister with my pockethandkerchief. Our

labours were scarcely over when I heard Earnshaw's tread in the passage; my assistant tucked in his tail, and

pressed to the wall; I stole into the nearest doorway. The dog's endeavour to avoid him was unsuccessful; as I

guessed by a scutter downstairs, and a prolonged, piteous yelping. I had better luck: he passed on, entered

his chamber, and shut the door. Directly after Joseph came up with Hareton, to put him to bed. I had found

shelter in Hareton's room, and the old man, on seeing me, said, 'They's rahm for boath ye un' yer pride,

now, I sud think i' the hahse. It's empty; ye may hev' it all to yerseln, un' Him as allus maks a third, i' sich ill

Gladly did I take advantage of this intimation; and the minute I flung myself into a chair, by the fire, I

nodded, and slept. My slumber was deep and sweet, though over far too soon. Mr. Heathcliff awoke me; he

had just come in, and demanded, in his loving manner, what I was doing there? I told him the cause of my

staying up so late that he had the key of our room in his pocket. The adjective OUR gave mortal offence.

He swore it was not, nor ever should be, mine; and he'd but I'll not repeat his language, nor describe his

habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to gain my abhorrence! I sometimes wonder at him

with an intensity that deadens my fear: yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror

in me equal to that which he wakens. He told me of Catherine's illness, and accused my brother of causing it

promising that I should be Edgar's proxy in suffering, till he could get hold of him.

I do hate him I am wretched I have been a fool! Beware of uttering one breath of this to any one at the

AS soon as I had perused this epistle I went to the master, and informed him that his sister had arrived at the

Heights, and sent me a letter expressing her sorrow for Mrs. Linton's situation, and her ardent desire to see

him; with a wish that he would transmit to her, as early as possible, some token of forgiveness by me.

'Forgiveness!' said Linton. 'I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen. You may call at Wuthering Heights this

afternoon, if you like, and say that I am not angry, but I'm sorry to have lost her; especially as I can never

think she'll be happy. It is out of the question my going to see her, however: we are eternally divided; and

should she really wish to oblige me, let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country.'

'No,' he answered. 'It is needless. My communication with Heathcliff's family shall be as sparing as his with

Mr. Edgar's coldness depressed me exceedingly; and all the way from the Grange I puzzled my brains how to

put more heart into what he said, when I repeated it; and how to soften his refusal of even a few lines to

console Isabella. I daresay she had been on the watch for me since morning: I saw her looking through the

lattice as I came up the garden causeway, and I nodded to her; but she drew back, as if afraid of being

observed. I entered without knocking. There never was such a dreary, dismal scene as the formerly cheerful

house presented! I must confess, that if I had been in the young lady's place, I would, at least, have swept the

hearth, and wiped the tables with a duster. But she already partook of the pervading spirit of neglect which

encompassed her. Her pretty face was wan and listless; her hair uncurled: some locks hanging lankly down,

and some carelessly twisted round her head. Probably she had not touched her dress since yester evening.

Hindley was not there. Mr. Heathcliff sat at a table, turning over some papers in his pocketbook; but he rose

when I appeared, asked me how I did, quite friendly, and offered me a chair. He was the only thing there that

seemed decent; and I thought he never looked better. So much had circumstances altered their positions, that

he would certainly have struck a stranger as a born and bred gentleman; and his wife as a thorough little

slattern! She came forward eagerly to greet me, and held out one hand to take the expected letter. I shook my

head. She wouldn't understand the hint, but followed me to a sideboard, where I went to lay my bonnet, and

importuned me in a whisper to give her directly what I had brought. Heathcliff guessed the meaning of her

manoeuvres, and said 'If you have got anything for Isabella (as no doubt you have, Nelly), give it to her.

'Oh, I have nothing,' I replied, thinking it best to speak the truth at once. 'My master bid me tell his sister that

she must not expect either a letter or a visit from him at present. He sends his love, ma'am, and his wishes for

your happiness, and his pardon for the grief you have occasioned; but he thinks that after this time his

household and the household here should drop intercommunication, as nothing could come of keeping it up.'

Mrs. Heathcliff's lip quivered slightly, and she returned to her seat in the window. Her husband took his stand

on the hearthstone, near me, and began to put questions concerning Catherine. I told him as much as I thought

proper of her illness, and he extorted from me, by crossexamination, most of the facts connected with its

origin. I blamed her, as she deserved, for bringing it all on herself; and ended by hoping that he would follow

Mr. Linton's example and avoid future interference with his family, for good or evil.

'Mrs. Linton is now just recovering,' I said; 'she'll never be like she was, but her life is spared; and if you

really have a regard for her, you'll shun crossing her way again: nay, you'll move out of this country entirely;

and that you may not regret it, I'll inform you Catherine Linton is as different now from your old friend

Catherine Earnshaw, as that young lady is different from me. Her appearance is changed greatly, her

character much more so; and the person who is compelled, of necessity, to be her companion, will only

sustain his affection hereafter by the remembrance of what she once was, by common humanity, and a sense

'That is quite possible,' remarked Heathcliff, forcing himself to seem calm: 'quite possible that your master

should have nothing but common humanity and a sense of duty to fall back upon. But do you imagine that I

shall leave Catherine to his DUTY and HUMANITY? and can you compare my feelings respecting Catherine

to his? Before you leave this house, I must exact a promise from you that you'll get me an interview with her:

'I say, Mr. Heathcliff,' I replied, 'you must not: you never shall, through my means. Another encounter

'With your aid that may be avoided,' he continued; 'and should there be danger of such an event should he

be the cause of adding a single trouble more to her existence why, I think I shall be justified in going to

extremes! I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss:

the fear that she would restrains me. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in

my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised

a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her

society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out, and drunk

his blood! But, till then if you don't believe me, you don't know me till then, I would have died by inches

'And yet,' I interrupted, 'you have no scruples in completely ruining all hopes of her perfect restoration, by

thrusting yourself into her remembrance now, when she has nearly forgotten you, and involving her in a new

'You suppose she has nearly forgotten me?' he said. 'Oh, Nelly! you know she has not! You know as well as I

do, that for every thought she spends on Linton she spends a thousand on me! At a most miserable period of

my life, I had a notion of the kind: it haunted me on my return to the neighbourhood last summer; but only

her own assurance could make me admit the horrible idea again. And then, Linton would be nothing, nor

Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Two words would comprehend my future DEATH and

HELL: existence, after losing her, would be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued

Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love

as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as

readily contained in that horsetrough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. Tush! He is scarcely a

degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him

'Catherine and Edgar are as fond of each other as any two people can be,' cried Isabella, with sudden vivacity.

'No one has a right to talk in that manner, and I won't hear my brother depreciated in silence!'

'Your brother is wondrous fond of you too, isn't he?' observed Heathcliff, scornfully. 'He turns you adrift on

'My young lady is looking sadly the worse for her change of condition,' I remarked. 'Somebody's love comes

short in her case, obviously; whose, I may guess; but, perhaps, I shouldn't say.'

'I should guess it was her own,' said Heathcliff. 'She degenerates into a mere slut! She is tired of trying to

please me uncommonly early. You'd hardly credit it, but the very morrow of our wedding she was weeping to

go home. However, she'll suit this house so much the better for not being over nice, and I'll take care she does

'Well, sir,' returned I, 'I hope you'll consider that Mrs. Heathcliff is accustomed to be looked after and waited

on; and that she has been brought up like an only daughter, whom every one was ready to serve. You must let

her have a maid to keep things tidy about her, and you must treat her kindly. Whatever be your notion of Mr.

Edgar, you cannot doubt that she has a capacity for strong attachments, or she wouldn't have abandoned the

elegancies, and comforts, and friends of her former home, to fix contentedly, in such a wilderness as this,

'She abandoned them under a delusion,' he answered; 'picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting

unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature,

so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false

impressions she cherished. But, at last, I think she begins to know me: I don't perceive the silly smiles and

grimaces that provoked me at first; and the senseless incapability of discerning that I was in earnest when I

gave her my opinion of her infatuation and herself. It was a marvellous effort of perspicacity to discover that

I did not love her. I believed, at one time, no lessons could teach her that! And yet it is poorly learnt; for this

morning she announced, as a piece of appalling intelligence, that I had actually succeeded in making her hate

me! A positive labour of Hercules, I assure you! If it be achieved, I have cause to return thanks. Can I trust

your assertion, Isabella? Are you sure you hate me? If I let you alone for half a day, won't you come sighing

and wheedling to me again? I daresay she would rather I had seemed all tenderness before you: it wounds her

vanity to have the truth exposed. But I don't care who knows that the passion was wholly on one side: and I

never told her a lie about it. She cannot accuse me of showing one bit of deceitful softness. The first thing she

saw me do, on coming out of the Grange, was to hang up her little dog; and when she pleaded for it, the first

words I uttered were a wish that I had the hanging of every being belonging to her, except one: possibly she

took that exception for herself. But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration of it, if

only her precious person were secure from injury! Now, was it not the depth of absurdity of genuine

idiotcy, for that pitiful, slavish, meanminded brach to dream that I could love her? Tell your master, Nelly,

that I never, in all my life, met with such an abject thing as she is. She even disgraces the name of Linton; and

I've sometimes relented, from pure lack of invention, in my experiments on what she could endure, and still

creep shamefully cringing back! But tell him, also, to set his fraternal and magisterial heart at ease: that I

keep strictly within the limits of the law. I have avoided, up to this period, giving her the slightest right to

claim a separation; and, what's more, she'd thank nobody for dividing us. If she desired to go, she might: the

nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her!'

'Mr. Heathcliff,' said I, 'this is the talk of a madman; your wife, most likely, is convinced you are mad; and,

for that reason, she has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go, she'll doubtless avail

herself of the permission. You are not so bewitched, ma'am, are you, as to remain with him of your own

'Take care, Ellen!' answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully; there was no misdoubting by their

expression the full success of her partner's endeavours to make himself detested. 'Don't put faith in a single

word he speaks. He's a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being! I've been told I might leave him

before; and I've made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it! Only, Ellen, promise you'll not mention a syllable

of his infamous conversation to my brother or Catherine. Whatever he may pretend, he wishes to provoke

Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him; and he sha'n't obtain it

I'll die first! I just hope, I pray, that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me! The single pleasure I

'There that will do for the present!' said Heathcliff. 'If you are called upon in a court of law, you'll

remember her language, Nelly! And take a good look at that countenance: she's near the point which would

suit me. No; you're not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and I, being your legal protector, must

retain you in my custody, however distasteful the obligation may be. Go upstairs; I have something to say to

Ellen Dean in private. That's not the way: upstairs, I tell you! Why, this is the road upstairs, child!'

He seized, and thrust her from the room; and returned muttering 'I have no pity! I have no pity! The more

the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater

'Do you understand what the word pity means?' I said, hastening to resume my bonnet. 'Did you ever feel a

'Put that down!' he interrupted, perceiving my intention to depart. 'You are not going yet. Come here now,

Nelly: I must either persuade or compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine, and

that without delay. I swear that I meditate no harm: I don't desire to cause any disturbance, or to exasperate or

insult Mr. Linton; I only wish to hear from herself how she is, and why she has been ill; and to ask if

anything that I could do would be of use to her. Last night I was in the Grange garden six hours, and I'll

return there tonight; and every night I'll haunt the place, and every day, till I find an opportunity of entering.

If Edgar Linton meets me, I shall not hesitate to knock him down, and give him enough to insure his

quiescence while I stay. If his servants oppose me, I shall threaten them off with these pistols. But wouldn't it

be better to prevent my coming in contact with them, or their master? And you could do it so easily. I'd warn

you when I came, and then you might let me in unobserved, as soon as she was alone, and watch till I

I protested against playing that treacherous part in my employer's house: and, besides, I urged the cruelty and

selfishness of his destroying Mrs. Linton's tranquillity for his satisfaction. 'The commonest occurrence

startles her painfully,' I said. 'She's all nerves, and she couldn't bear the surprise, I'm positive. Don't persist,

sir! or else I shall be obliged to inform my master of your designs; and he'll take measures to secure his house

'In that case I'll take measures to secure you, woman!' exclaimed Heathcliff; 'you shall not leave Wuthering

Heights till tomorrow morning. It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me; and as

to surprising her, I don't desire it: you must prepare her ask her if I may come. You say she never mentions

my name, and that I am never mentioned to her. To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in

the house? She thinks you are all spies for her husband. Oh, I've no doubt she's in hell among you! I guess by

her silence, as much as anything, what she feels. You say she is often restless, and anxiouslooking: is that a

proof of tranquillity? You talk of her mind being unsettled. How the devil could it be otherwise in her

frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from DUTY and HUMANITY! From PITY

and CHARITY! He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can

restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares? Let us settle it at once: will you stay here, and am I to

fight my way to Catherine over Linton and his footman? Or will you be my friend, as you have been hitherto,

and do what I request? Decide! because there is no reason for my lingering another minute, if you persist in

Well, Mr. Lockwood, I argued and complained, and flatly refused him fifty times; but in the long run he

forced me to an agreement. I engaged to carry a letter from him to my mistress; and should she consent, I

promised to let him have intelligence of Linton's next absence from home, when he might come, and get in as

he was able: I wouldn't be there, and my fellowservants should be equally out of the way. Was it right or

wrong? I fear it was wrong, though expedient. I thought I prevented another explosion by my compliance;

and I thought, too, it might create a favourable crisis in Catherine's mental illness: and then I remembered Mr.

Edgar's stern rebuke of my carrying tales; and I tried to smooth away all disquietude on the subject, by

affirming, with frequent iteration, that that betrayal of trust, if it merited so harsh an appellation, should be

the last. Notwithstanding, my journey homeward was sadder than my journey thither; and many misgivings I

But here is Kenneth; I'll go down, and tell him how much better you are. My history is DREE, as we say, and

Dree, and dreary! I reflected as the good woman descended to receive the doctor: and not exactly of the kind

which I should have chosen to amuse me. But never mind! I'll extract wholesome medicines from Mrs.

Dean's bitter herbs; and firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff's brilliant

eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned

ANOTHER week over and I am so many days nearer health, and spring! I have now heard all my

neighbour's history, at different sittings, as the housekeeper could spare time from more important

occupations. I'll continue it in her own words, only a little condensed. She is, on the whole, a very fair

In the evening, she said, the evening of my visit to the Heights, I knew, as well as if I saw him, that Mr.

Heathcliff was about the place; and I shunned going out, because I still carried his letter in my pocket, and

didn't want to be threatened or teased any more. I had made up my mind not to give it till my master went

somewhere, as I could not guess how its receipt would affect Catherine. The consequence was, that it did not

reach her before the lapse of three days. The fourth was Sunday, and I brought it into her room after the

family were gone to church. There was a manservant left to keep the house with me, and we generally made a

practice of locking the doors during the hours of service; but on that occasion the weather was so warm and

pleasant that I set them wide open, and, to fulfil my engagement, as I knew who would be coming, I told my

companion that the mistress wished very much for some oranges, and he must run over to the village and get

Mrs. Linton sat in a loose white dress, with a light shawl over her shoulders, in the recess of the open

window, as usual. Her thick, long hair had been partly removed at the beginning of her illness, and now she

wore it simply combed in its natural tresses over her temples and neck. Her appearance was altered, as I had

told Heathcliff; but when she was calm, there seemed unearthly beauty in the change. The flash of her eyes

had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at

the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond you would have said out of

this world. Then, the paleness of her face its haggard aspect having vanished as she recovered flesh and

the peculiar expression arising from her mental state, though painfully suggestive of their causes, added to the

touching interest which she awakened; and invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I

should think refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.

A book lay spread on the sill before her, and the scarcely perceptible wind fluttered its leaves at intervals. I

believe Linton had laid it there: for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading, or occupation of any

kind, and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice her attention to some subject which had formerly

been her amusement. She was conscious of his aim, and in her better moods endured his efforts placidly, only

showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and checking him at last with the

saddest of smiles and kisses. At other times, she would turn petulantly away, and hide her face in her hands,

or even push him off angrily; and then he took care to let her alone, for he was certain of doing no good.

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing; and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came

soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which

drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf. At Wuthering Heights it always sounded

on quiet days following a great thaw or a season of steady rain. And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was

thinking as she listened: that is, if she thought or listened at all; but she had the vague, distant look I

mentioned before, which expressed no recognition of material things either by ear or eye.

'There's a letter for you, Mrs. Linton,' I said, gently inserting it in one hand that rested on her knee. 'You must

read it immediately, because it wants an answer. Shall I break the seal?' 'Yes,' she answered, without altering

the direction of her eyes. I opened it it was very short. 'Now,' I continued, 'read it.' She drew away her hand,

and let it fall. I replaced it in her lap, and stood waiting till it should please her to glance down; but that

movement was so long delayed that at last I resumed 'Must I read it, ma'am? It is from Mr. Heathcliff.'

There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection, and a struggle to arrange her ideas. She lifted the

letter, and seemed to peruse it; and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not

gathered its import, for, upon my desiring to hear her reply, she merely pointed to the name, and gazed at me

'Well, he wishes to see you,' said I, guessing her need of an interpreter. 'He's in the garden by this time, and

As I spoke, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark, and then

smoothing them back, announce, by a wag of the tail, that some one approached whom it did not consider a

stranger. Mrs. Linton bent forward, and listened breathlessly. The minute after a step traversed the hall; the

open house was too tempting for Heathcliff to resist walking in: most likely he supposed that I was inclined

to shirk my promise, and so resolved to trust to his own audacity. With straining eagerness Catherine gazed

towards the entrance of her chamber. He did not hit the right room directly: she motioned me to admit him,

but he found it out ere I could reach the door, and in a stride or two was at her side, and had her grasped in his

He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses

than ever he gave in his life before, I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw

that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face! The same conviction had stricken him

as me, from the instant he beheld her, that there was no prospect of ultimate recovery there she was fated,

'Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?' was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to

disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would

'What now?' said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow: her humour

was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices. 'You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff! And you

both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied! I shall not pity you, not I. You

have killed me and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I

Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him

'I wish I could hold you,' she continued, bitterly, 'till we were both dead! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I

care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy

when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved

her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer

to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave

'Don't torture me till I'm as mad as yourself,' cried he, wrenching his head free, and grinding his teeth.

The two, to a cool spectator, made a strange and fearful picture. Well might Catherine deem that heaven

would be a land of exile to her, unless with her mortal body she cast away her moral character also. Her

present countenance had a wild vindictiveness in its white cheek, and a bloodless lip and scintillating eye;

and she retained in her closed fingers a portion of the locks she had been grasping. As to her companion,

while raising himself with one hand, he had taken her arm with the other; and so inadequate was his stock of

gentleness to the requirements of her condition, that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue

'Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do

you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left

me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as

my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the

'I shall not be at peace,' moaned Catherine, recalled to a sense of physical weakness by the violent, unequal

throbbing of her heart, which beat visibly and audibly under this excess of agitation. She said nothing further

'I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a

word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive

me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay, if you nurse anger, that will

Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was

livid with emotion. She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it: turning abruptly, he walked to the

fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us. Mrs. Linton's glance followed him suspiciously:

every movement woke a new sentiment in her. After a pause and a prolonged gaze, she resumed; addressing

'Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. THAT is how I'm loved!

Well, never mind. That is not MY Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

And,' added she musingly, 'the thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired of being

enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly

through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it. Nelly, you

think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me very soon

that will be altered. I shall be sorry for YOU. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all. I WONDER

he won't be near me!' She went on to herself. 'I thought he wished it. Heathcliff, dear! you should not be

In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair. At that earnest appeal he turned to

her, looking absolutely desperate. His eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved

convulsively. An instant they held asunder, and then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring,

and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be

released alive: in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directly insensible. He flung himself into the nearest seat, and

on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed like a mad dog,

and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy. I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my

own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my

A movement of Catherine's relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her

cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic caresses, said wildly

'You teach me now how cruel you've been cruel and false. WHY did you despise me? WHY did you betray

your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you

may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you they'll damn you. You loved me

then what RIGHT had you to leave me? What right answer me for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us,

YOU, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart YOU have broken it; and in breaking it, you

have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it

'Let me alone. Let me alone,' sobbed Catherine. 'If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it. It is enough! You left me

'It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and

don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love MY murderer but YOURS! How can

They were silenttheir faces hid against each other, and washed by each other's tears. At least, I suppose the

weeping was on both sides; as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this.

I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off

returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the western sun up the valley, a concourse

Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing. Mr. Linton was

not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon

'Now he is here,' I exclaimed. 'For heaven's sake, hurry down! You'll not meet any one on the front stairs. Do

'I must go, Cathy,' said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion's arms. 'But if I live, I'll

see you again before you are asleep. I won't stray five yards from your window.'

'You must not go!' she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. 'You SHALL not, I tell you.'

He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act she clung fast, gasping: there was mad resolution in

'No!' she shrieked. 'Oh, don't, don't go. It is the last time! Edgar will not hurt us. Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall

'Damn the fool! There he is,' cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat. 'Hush, my darling! Hush, hush,

And there they were fast again. I heard my master mounting the stairs the cold sweat ran from my forehead:

'Are you going to listen to her ravings?' I said, passionately. 'She does not know what she says. Will you ruin

her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly. That is the most diabolical

I wrung my hands, and cried out; and Mr. Linton hastened his step at the noise. In the midst of my agitation, I

was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine's arms had fallen relaxed, and her head hung down.

'She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a

Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched with astonishment and rage. What he meant to do I cannot tell;

however, the other stopped all demonstrations, at once, by placing the lifelesslooking form in his arms.

'Look there!' he said. 'Unless you be a fiend, help her first then you shall speak to me!'

He walked into the parlour, and sat down. Mr. Linton summoned me, and with great difficulty, and after

resorting to many means, we managed to restore her to sensation; but she was all bewildered; she sighed, and

moaned, and knew nobody. Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend. I did not. I went, at the

earliest opportunity, and besought him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and he should hear from

'I shall not refuse to go out of doors,' he answered; 'but I shall stay in the garden: and, Nelly, mind you keep

your word tomorrow. I shall be under those larchtrees. Mind! or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in

He sent a rapid glance through the halfopen door of the chamber, and, ascertaining that what I stated was

ABOUT twelve o'clock that night was born the Catherine you saw at Wuthering Heights: a puny,

sevenmonths' child; and two hours after the mother died, having never recovered sufficient consciousness to

miss Heathcliff, or know Edgar. The latter's distraction at his bereavement is a subject too painful to be dwelt

on; its aftereffects showed how deep the sorrow sunk. A great addition, in my eyes, was his being left

without an heir. I bemoaned that, as I gazed on the feeble orphan; and I mentally abused old Linton for (what

was only natural partiality) the securing his estate to his own daughter, instead of his son's. An unwelcomed

infant it was, poor thing! It might have wailed out of life, and nobody cared a morsel, during those first hours

of existence. We redeemed the neglect afterwards; but its beginning was as friendless as its end is likely to

Next morning bright and cheerful out of doors stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and

suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the

pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside

him, and almost as fixed: but HIS was the hush of exhausted anguish, and HERS of perfect peace. Her brow

smooth, her lids closed, her lips wearing the expression of a smile; no angel in heaven could be more

beautiful than she appeared. And I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay: my mind was never in a

holier frame than while I gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest. I instinctively echoed the words she

had uttered a few hours before: 'Incomparably beyond and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in

I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber

of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth

nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter the Eternity they have

entered where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness. I noticed on

that occasion how much selfishness there is even in a love like Mr. Linton's, when he so regretted Catherine's

blessed release! To be sure, one might have doubted, after the wayward and impatient existence she had led,

whether she merited a haven of peace at last. One might doubt in seasons of cold reflection; but not then, in

the presence of her corpse. It asserted its own tranquillity, which seemed a pledge of equal quiet to its former

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir? I'd give a great deal to know.

I declined answering Mrs. Dean's question, which struck me as something heterodox. She proceeded:

Retracing the course of Catherine Linton, I fear we have no right to think she is; but we'll leave her with her

The master looked asleep, and I ventured soon after sunrise to quit the room and steal out to the pure

refreshing air. The servants thought me gone to shake off the drowsiness of my protracted watch; in reality,

my chief motive was seeing Mr. Heathcliff. If he had remained among the larches all night, he would have

heard nothing of the stir at the Grange; unless, perhaps, he might catch the gallop of the messenger going to

Gimmerton. If he had come nearer, he would probably be aware, from the lights flitting to and fro, and the

opening and shutting of the outer doors, that all was not right within. I wished, yet feared, to find him. I felt

the terrible news must be told, and I longed to get it over; but how to do it I did not know. He was there at

least, a few yards further in the park; leant against an old ashtree, his hat off, and his hair soaked with the

dew that had gathered on the budded branches, and fell pattering round him. He had been standing a long

time in that position, for I saw a pair of ousels passing and repassing scarcely three feet from him, busy in

building their nest, and regarding his proximity no more than that of a piece of timber. They flew off at my

approach, and he raised his eyes and spoke: 'She's dead!' he said; 'I've not waited for you to learn that. Put

your handkerchief away don't snivel before me. Damn you all! she wants none of your tears!'

I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for

themselves or others. When I first looked into his face, I perceived that he had got intelligence of the

catastrophe; and a foolish notion struck me that his heart was quelled and he prayed, because his lips moved

'Yes, she's dead!' I answered, checking my sobs and drying my cheeks. 'Gone to heaven, I hope; where we

may, every one, join her, if we take due warning and leave our evil ways to follow good!'

'Did SHE take due warning, then?' asked Heathcliff, attempting a sneer. 'Did she die like a saint? Come, give

He endeavoured to pronounce the name, but could not manage it; and compressing his mouth he held a silent

combat with his inward agony, defying, meanwhile, my sympathy with an unflinching, ferocious stare. 'How

did she die?' he resumed, at last fain, notwithstanding his hardihood, to have a support behind him; for,

'Poor wretch!' I thought; 'you have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be

anxious to conceal them? Your pride cannot blind God! You tempt him to wring them, till he forces a cry of

'Quietly as a lamb!' I answered, aloud. 'She drew a sigh, and stretched herself, like a child reviving, and

sinking again to sleep; and five minutes after I felt one little pulse at her heart, and nothing more!'

'And did she ever mention me?' he asked, hesitating, as if he dreaded the answer to his question would

'Her senses never returned: she recognised nobody from the time you left her,' I said. 'She lies with a sweet

smile on her face; and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. Her life closed in a gentle dream

'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden

paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not THERE not in heaven

not perished where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer I repeat

it till my tongue stiffens Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you

haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on

earth. Be with me always take any form drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I

cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my

He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a

savage beast being goaded to death with knives and spears. I observed several splashes of blood about the

bark of the tree, and his hand and forehead were both stained; probably the scene I witnessed was a repetition

of others acted during the night. It hardly moved my compassion it appalled me: still, I felt reluctant to quit

him so. But the moment he recollected himself enough to notice me watching, he thundered a command for

Mrs. Linton's funeral was appointed to take place on the Friday following her decease; and till then her coffin

remained uncovered, and strewn with flowers and scented leaves, in the great drawingroom. Linton spent his

days and nights there, a sleepless guardian; and a circumstance concealed from all but me Heathcliff

spent his nights, at least, outside, equally a stranger to repose. I held no communication with him: still, I was

conscious of his design to enter, if he could; and on the Tuesday, a little after dark, when my master, from

sheer fatigue, had been compelled to retire a couple of hours, I went and opened one of the windows; moved

by his perseverance to give him a chance of bestowing on the faded image of his idol one final adieu. He did

not omit to avail himself of the opportunity, cautiously and briefly; too cautiously to betray his presence by

the slightest noise. Indeed, I shouldn't have discovered that he had been there, except for the disarrangement

of the drapery about the corpse's face, and for observing on the floor a curl of light hair, fastened with a silver

thread; which, on examination, I ascertained to have been taken from a locket hung round Catherine's neck.

Heathcliff had opened the trinket and cast out its contents, replacing them by a black lock of his own. I

Mr. Earnshaw was, of course, invited to attend the remains of his sister to the grave; he sent no excuse, but he

never came; so that, besides her husband, the mourners were wholly composed of tenants and servants.

The place of Catherine's interment, to the surprise of the villagers, was neither in the chapel under the carved

monument of the Lintons, nor yet by the tombs of her own relations, outside. It was dug on a green slope in a

corner of the kirkyard, where the wall is so low that heath and bilberryplants have climbed over it from the

moor; and peatmould almost buries it. Her husband lies in the same spot now; and they have each a simple

THAT Friday made the last of our fine days for a month. In the evening the weather broke: the wind shifted

from south to northeast, and brought rain first, and then sleet and snow. On the morrow one could hardly

imagine that there had been three weeks of summer: the primroses and crocuses were hidden under wintry

drifts; the larks were silent, the young leaves of the early trees smitten and blackened. And dreary, and chill,

and dismal, that morrow did creep over! My master kept his room; I took possession of the lonely parlour,

converting it into a nursery: and there I was, sitting with the moaning doll of a child laid on my knee; rocking

it to and fro, and watching, meanwhile, the still driving flakes build up the uncurtained window, when the

door opened, and some person entered, out of breath and laughing! My anger was greater than my

astonishment for a minute. I supposed it one of the maids, and I cried 'Have done! How dare you show your

'Excuse me!' answered a familiar voice; 'but I know Edgar is in bed, and I cannot stop myself.'

With that the speaker came forward to the fire, panting and holding her hand to her side.

'I have run the whole way from Wuthering Heights!' she continued, after a pause; 'except where I've flown. I

couldn't count the number of falls I've had. Oh, I'm aching all over! Don't be alarmed! There shall be an

explanation as soon as I can give it; only just have the goodness to step out and order the carriage to take me

The intruder was Mrs. Heathcliff. She certainly seemed in no laughing predicament: her hair streamed on her

shoulders, dripping with snow and water; she was dressed in the girlish dress she commonly wore, befitting

her age more than her position: a low frock with short sleeves, and nothing on either head or neck. The frock

was of light silk, and clung to her with wet, and her feet were protected merely by thin slippers; add to this a

deep cut under one ear, which only the cold prevented from bleeding profusely, a white face scratched and

bruised, and a frame hardly able to support itself through fatigue; and you may fancy my first fright was not

'My dear young lady,' I exclaimed, 'I'll stir nowhere, and hear nothing, till you have removed every article of

your clothes, and put on dry things; and certainly you shall not go to Gimmerton tonight, so it is needless to

'Certainly I shall,' she said; 'walking or riding: yet I've no objection to dress myself decently. And ah, see

She insisted on my fulfilling her directions, before she would let me touch her; and not till after the coachman

had been instructed to get ready, and a maid set to pack up some necessary attire, did I obtain her consent for

'Now, Ellen,' she said, when my task was finished and she was seated in an easychair on the hearth, with a

cup of tea before her, 'you sit down opposite me, and put poor Catherine's baby away: I don't like to see it!

You mustn't think I care little for Catherine, because I behaved so foolishly on entering: I've cried, too,

bitterly yes, more than any one else has reason to cry. We parted unreconciled, you remember, and I sha'n't

forgive myself. But, for all that, I was not going to sympathise with him the brute beast! Oh, give me the

poker! This is the last thing of his I have about me:' she slipped the gold ring from her third finger, and threw

it on the floor. 'I'll smash it!' she continued, striking it with childish spite, 'and then I'll burn it!' and she took

and dropped the misused article among the coals. 'There! he shall buy another, if he gets me back again. He'd

be capable of coming to seek me, to tease Edgar. I dare not stay, lest that notion should possess his wicked

head! And besides, Edgar has not been kind, has he? And I won't come suing for his assistance; nor will I

bring him into more trouble. Necessity compelled me to seek shelter here; though, if I had not learned he was

out of the way, I'd have halted at the kitchen, washed my face, warmed myself, got you to bring what I

wanted, and departed again to anywhere out of the reach of my accursed of that incarnate goblin! Ah, he

was in such a fury! If he had caught me! It's a pity Earnshaw is not his match in strength: I wouldn't have run

'Well, don't talk so fast, Miss!' I interrupted; 'you'll disorder the handkerchief I have tied round your face, and

make the cut bleed again. Drink your tea, and take breath, and give over laughing: laughter is sadly out of

'An undeniable truth,' she replied. 'Listen to that child! It maintains a constant wail send it out of my

I rang the bell, and committed it to a servant's care; and then I inquired what had urged her to escape from

Wuthering Heights in such an unlikely plight, and where she meant to go, as she refused remaining with us.

'I ought, and I wished to remain,' answered she, 'to cheer Edgar and take care of the baby, for two things, and

because the Grange is my right home. But I tell you he wouldn't let me! Do you think he could bear to see me

grow fat and merry could bear to think that we were tranquil, and not resolve on poisoning our comfort?

Now, I have the satisfaction of being sure that he detests me, to the point of its annoying him seriously to

have me within earshot or eyesight: I notice, when I enter his presence, the muscles of his countenance are

involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred; partly arising from his knowledge of the good causes I

have to feel that sentiment for him, and partly from original aversion. It is strong enough to make me feel

pretty certain that he would not chase me over England, supposing I contrived a clear escape; and therefore I

must get quite away. I've recovered from my first desire to be killed by him: I'd rather he'd kill himself! He

has extinguished my love effectually, and so I'm at my ease. I can recollect yet how I loved him; and can

dimly imagine that I could still be loving him, if no, no! Even if he had doted on me, the devilish nature

would have revealed its existence somehow. Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so

dearly, knowing him so well. Monster! would that he could be blotted out of creation, and out of my

'Hush, hush! He's a human being,' I said. 'Be more charitable: there are worse men than he is yet!'

'He's not a human being,' she retorted; 'and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took

and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has

destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him: and I would not, though he groaned from this to his dying

day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine! No, indeed, indeed, I wouldn't!' And here Isabella began to cry;

but, immediately dashing the water from her lashes, she recommenced. 'You asked, what has driven me to

flight at last? I was compelled to attempt it, because I had succeeded in rousing his rage a pitch above his

malignity. Pulling out the nerves with red hot pincers requires more coolness than knocking on the head. He

was worked up to forget the fiendish prudence he boasted of, and proceeded to murderous violence. I

experienced pleasure in being able to exasperate him: the sense of pleasure woke my instinct of

selfpreservation, so I fairly broke free; and if ever I come into his hands again he is welcome to a signal

'Yesterday, you know, Mr. Earnshaw should have been at the funeral. He kept himself sober for the purpose

tolerably sober: not going to bed mad at six o'clock and getting up drunk at twelve. Consequently, he rose, in

suicidal low spirits, as fit for the church as for a dance; and instead, he sat down by the fire and swallowed

'Heathcliff I shudder to name him! has been a stranger in the house from last Sunday till today. Whether

the angels have fed him, or his kin beneath, I cannot tell; but he has not eaten a meal with us for nearly a

week. He has just come home at dawn, and gone upstairs to his chamber; looking himself in as if anybody

dreamt of coveting his company! There he has continued, praying like a Methodist: only the deity he

implored is senseless dust and ashes; and God, when addressed, was curiously confounded with his own

black father! After concluding these precious orisons and they lasted generally till he grew hoarse and his

voice was strangled in his throat he would be off again; always straight down to the Grange! I wonder

Edgar did not send for a constable, and give him into custody! For me, grieved as I was about Catherine, it

was impossible to avoid regarding this season of deliverance from degrading oppression as a holiday.

'I recovered spirits sufficient to bear Joseph's eternal lectures without weeping, and to move up and down the

house less with the foot of a frightened thief than formerly. You wouldn't think that I should cry at anything

Joseph could say; but he and Hareton are detestable companions. I'd rather sit with Hindley, and hear his

awful talk, than with "t' little maister" and his staunch supporter, that odious old man! When Heathcliff is in,

I'm often obliged to seek the kitchen and their society, or starve among the damp uninhabited chambers;

when he is not, as was the case this week, I establish a table and chair at one corner of the house fire, and

never mind how Mr. Earnshaw may occupy himself; and he does not interfere with my arrangements. He is

quieter now than he used to be, if no one provokes him: more sullen and depressed, and less furious. Joseph

affirms he's sure he's an altered man: that the Lord has touched his heart, and he is saved "so as by fire." I'm

'Yesterevening I sat in my nook reading some old books till late on towards twelve. It seemed so dismal to

go upstairs, with the wild snow blowing outside, and my thoughts continually reverting to the kirkyard and

the newmade grave! I dared hardly lift my eyes from the page before me, that melancholy scene so instantly

usurped its place. Hindley sat opposite, his head leant on his hand; perhaps meditating on the same subject.

He had ceased drinking at a point below irrationality, and had neither stirred nor spoken during two or three

hours. There was no sound through the house but the moaning wind, which shook the windows every now

and then, the faint crackling of the coals, and the click of my snuffers as I removed at intervals the long wick

of the candle. Hareton and Joseph were probably fast asleep in bed. It was very, very sad: and while I read I

sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

'The doleful silence was broken at length by the sound of the kitchen latch: Heathcliff had returned from his

watch earlier than usual; owing, I suppose, to the sudden storm. That entrance was fastened, and we heard

him coming round to get in by the other. I rose with an irrepressible expression of what I felt on my lips,

which induced my companion, who had been staring towards the door, to turn and look at me.

'"No, you may keep him out the whole night for me," I answered. "Do! put the key in the look, and draw the

'Earnshaw accomplished this ere his guest reached the front; he then came and brought his chair to the other

side of my table, leaning over it, and searching in my eyes for a sympathy with the burning hate that gleamed

from his: as he both looked and felt like an assassin, he couldn't exactly find that; but he discovered enough

'"You, and I," he said, "have each a great debt to settle with the man out yonder! If we were neither of us

cowards, we might combine to discharge it. Are you as soft as your brother? Are you willing to endure to the

'"I'm weary of enduring now," I replied; "and I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but

treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their

'"Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!" cried Hindley. "Mrs. Heathcliff, I'll ask

you to do nothing; but sit still and be dumb. Tell me now, can you? I'm sure you would have as much

pleasure as I in witnessing the conclusion of the fiend's existence; he'll be YOUR death unless you overreach

him; and he'll be MY ruin. Damn the hellish villain! He knocks at the door as if he were master here already!

Promise to hold your tongue, and before that clock strikes it wants three minutes of one you're a free

'He took the implements which I described to you in my letter from his breast, and would have turned down

'"I'll not hold my tongue!" I said; "you mustn't touch him. Let the door remain shut, and be quiet!"

'"No! I've formed my resolution, and by God I'll execute it!" cried the desperate being. "I'll do you a kindness

in spite of yourself, and Hareton justice! And you needn't trouble your head to screen me; Catherine is gone.

Nobody alive would regret me, or be ashamed, though I cut my throat this minute and it's time to make an

'I might as well have struggled with a bear, or reasoned with a lunatic. The only resource left me was to run to

'"You'd better seek shelter somewhere else tonight!" I exclaimed, in rather a triumphant tone. "Mr.

'"You'd better open the door, you " he answered, addressing me by some elegant term that I don't care to

'"I shall not meddle in the matter," I retorted again. "Come in and get shot, if you please. I've done my duty."

'With that I shut the window and returned to my place by the fire; having too small a stock of hypocrisy at my

command to pretend any anxiety for the danger that menaced him. Earnshaw swore passionately at me:

affirming that I loved the villain yet; and calling me all sorts of names for the base spirit I evinced. And I, in

my secret heart (and conscience never reproached me), thought what a blessing it would be for HIM should

Heathcliff put him out of misery; and what a blessing for ME should he send Heathcliff to his right abode! As

I sat nursing these reflections, the casement behind me was banged on to the floor by a blow from the latter

individual, and his black countenance looked blightingly through. The stanchions stood too close to suffer his

shoulders to follow, and I smiled, exulting in my fancied security. His hair and clothes were whitened with

snow, and his sharp cannibal teeth, revealed by cold and wrath, gleamed through the dark.

'"Isabella, let me in, or I'll make you repent!" he "girned," as Joseph calls it.

'"I cannot commit murder," I replied. "Mr. Hindley stands sentinel with a knife and loaded pistol."

'"Hindley will be there before me," I answered: "and that's a poor love of yours that cannot bear a shower of

snow! We were left at peace in our beds as long as the summer moon shone, but the moment a blast of winter

returns, you must run for shelter! Heathcliff, if I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a

faithful dog. The world is surely not worth living in now, is it? You had distinctly impressed on me the idea

that Catherine was the whole joy of your life: I can't imagine how you think of surviving her loss."

'"He's there, is he?" exclaimed my companion, rushing to the gap. "If I can get my arm out I can hit him!"

'I'm afraid, Ellen, you'll set me down as really wicked; but you don't know all, so don't judge. I wouldn't have

aided or abetted an attempt on even HIS life for anything. Wish that he were dead, I must; and therefore I was

fearfully disappointed, and unnerved by terror for the consequences of my taunting speech, when he flung

'The charge exploded, and the knife, in springing back, closed into its owner's wrist. Heathcliff pulled it away

by main force, slitting up the flesh as it passed on, and thrust it dripping into his pocket. He then took a stone,

struck down the division between two windows, and sprang in. His adversary had fallen senseless with

excessive pain and the flow of blood, that gushed from an artery or a large vein. The ruffian kicked and

trampled on him, and dashed his head repeatedly against the flags, holding me with one hand, meantime, to

prevent me summoning Joseph. He exerted preterhuman selfdenial in abstaining from finishing him

completely; but getting out of breath, he finally desisted, and dragged the apparently inanimate body on to the

settle. There he tore off the sleeve of Earnshaw's coat, and bound up the wound with brutal roughness;

spitting and cursing during the operation as energetically as he had kicked before. Being at liberty, I lost no

time in seeking the old servant; who, having gathered by degrees the purport of my hasty tale, hurried below,

'"There's this to do," thundered Heathcliff, "that your master's mad; and should he last another month, I'll

have him to an asylum. And how the devil did you come to fasten me out, you toothless hound? Don't stand

muttering and mumbling there. Come, I'm not going to nurse him. Wash that stuff away; and mind the sparks

'"And so ye've been murthering on him?" exclaimed Joseph, lifting his hands and eyes in horror. "If iver I

'Heathcliff gave him a push on to his knees in the middle of the blood, and flung a towel to him; but instead

of proceeding to dry it up, he joined his hands and began a prayer, which excited my laughter from its odd

phraseology. I was in the condition of mind to be shocked at nothing: in fact, I was as reckless as some

'"Oh, I forgot you," said the tyrant. "You shall do that. Down with you. And you conspire with him against

'He shook me till my teeth rattled, and pitched me beside Joseph, who steadily concluded his supplications,

and then rose, vowing he would set off for the Grange directly. Mr. Linton was a magistrate, and though he

had fifty wives dead, he should inquire into this. He was so obstinate in his resolution, that Heathcliff deemed

it expedient to compel from my lips a recapitulation of what had taken place; standing over me, heaving with

malevolence, as I reluctantly delivered the account in answer to his questions. It required a great deal of

labour to satisfy the old man that Heathcliff was not the aggressor; especially with my hardlywrung replies.

However, Mr. Earnshaw soon convinced him that he was alive still; Joseph hastened to administer a dose of

spirits, and by their succour his master presently regained motion and consciousness. Heathcliff, aware that

his opponent was ignorant of the treatment received while insensible, called him deliriously intoxicated; and

said he should not notice his atrocious conduct further, but advised him to get to bed. To my joy, he left us,

after giving this judicious counsel, and Hindley stretched himself on the hearthstone. I departed to my own

'This morning, when I came down, about half an hour before noon, Mr. Earnshaw was sitting by the fire,

deadly sick; his evil genius, almost as gaunt and ghastly, leant against the chimney. Neither appeared inclined

to dine, and, having waited till all was cold on the table, I commenced alone. Nothing hindered me from

eating heartily, and I experienced a certain sense of satisfaction and superiority, as, at intervals, I cast a look

towards my silent companions, and felt the comfort of a quiet conscience within me. After I had done, I

ventured on the unusual liberty of drawing near the fire, going round Earnshaw's seat, and kneeling in the

'Heathcliff did not glance my way, and I gazed up, and contemplated his features almost as confidently as if

they had been turned to stone. His forehead, that I once thought so manly, and that I now think so diabolical,

was shaded with a heavy cloud; his basilisk eyes were nearly quenched by sleeplessness, and weeping,

perhaps, for the lashes were wet then: his lips devoid of their ferocious sneer, and sealed in an expression of

unspeakable sadness. Had it been another, I would have covered my face in the presence of such grief. In HIS

case, I was gratified; and, ignoble as it seems to insult a fallen enemy, I couldn't miss this chance of sticking

in a dart: his weakness was the only time when I could taste the delight of paying wrong for wrong.'

'Fie, fie, Miss!' I interrupted. 'One might suppose you had never opened a Bible in your life. If God afflict

your enemies, surely that ought to suffice you. It is both mean and presumptuous to add your torture to his!'

'In general I'll allow that it would be, Ellen,' she continued; 'but what misery laid on Heathcliff could content

me, unless I have a hand in it? I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might KNOW

that I was the cause. Oh, I owe him so much. On only one condition can I hope to forgive him. It is, if I may

take an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth; for every wrench of agony return a wrench: reduce him to my

level. As he was the first to injure, make him the first to implore pardon; and then why then, Ellen, I might

show you some generosity. But it is utterly impossible I can ever be revenged, and therefore I cannot forgive

him. Hindley wanted some water, and I handed him a glass, and asked him how he was.

'"Not as ill as I wish," he replied. "But leaving out my arm, every inch of me is as sore as if I had been

'"Yes, no wonder," was my next remark. "Catherine used to boast that she stood between you and bodily

harm: she meant that certain persons would not hurt you for fear of offending her. It's well people don't

REALLY rise from their grave, or, last night, she might have witnessed a repulsive scene! Are not you

'"I can't say," he answered, "but what do you mean? Did he dare to strike me when I was down?"

'"He trampled on and kicked you, and dashed you on the ground," I whispered. "And his mouth watered to

tear you with his teeth; because he's only half man: not so much, and the rest fiend."

'Mr. Earnshaw looked up, like me, to the countenance of our mutual foe; who, absorbed in his anguish,

seemed insensible to anything around him: the longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their

'"Oh, if God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy," groaned the

impatient man, writhing to rise, and sinking back in despair, convinced of his inadequacy for the struggle.

'"Nay, it's enough that he has murdered one of you," I observed aloud. "At the Grange, every one knows your

sister would have been living now had it not been for Mr. Heathcliff. After all, it is preferable to be hated

than loved by him. When I recollect how happy we were how happy Catherine was before he came I'm fit

'Most likely, Heathcliff noticed more the truth of what was said, than the spirit of the person who said it. His

attention was roused, I saw, for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes, and he drew his breath in

suffocating sighs. I stared full at him, and laughed scornfully. The clouded windows of hell flashed a moment

towards me; the fiend which usually looked out, however, was so dimmed and drowned that I did not fear to

'I guessed he uttered those words, at least, though his voice was hardly intelligible.

'"I beg your pardon," I replied. "But I loved Catherine too; and her brother requires attendance, which, for her

sake, I shall supply. Now, that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: Hindley has exactly her eyes, if you had not

'"Get up, wretched idiot, before I stamp you to death!" he cried, making a movement that caused me to make

'"But then," I continued, holding myself ready to flee, "if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the

ridiculous, contemptible, degrading title of Mrs. Heathcliff, she would soon have presented a similar picture!

SHE wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour quietly: her detestation and disgust must have found

'The back of the settle and Earnshaw's person interposed between me and him; so instead of endeavouring to

reach me, he snatched a dinnerknife from the table and flung it at my head. It struck beneath my ear, and

stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and delivered another; which I

hope went a little deeper than his missile. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious rush on his part,

checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth. In my flight through the

kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a

chairback in the doorway; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down

the steep road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading

through marshes: precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beaconlight of the Grange. And far rather would

I be condemned to a perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than, even for one night, abide beneath the

Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and bidding me put on her bonnet, and a great

shawl I had brought, and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to remain another hour, she stepped on to

a chair, kissed Edgar's and Catherine's portraits, bestowed a similar salute on me, and descended to the

carriage, accompanied by Fanny, who yelped wild with joy at recovering her mistress. She was driven away,

never to revisit this neighbourhood: but a regular correspondence was established between her and my master

when things were more settled. I believe her new abode was in the south, near London; there she had a son

born a few months subsequent to her escape. He was christened Linton, and, from the first, she reported him

Mr. Heathcliff, meeting me one day in the village, inquired where she lived. I refused to tell. He remarked

that it was not of any moment, only she must beware of coming to her brother: she should not be with him, if

he had to keep her himself. Though I would give no information, he discovered, through some of the other

servants, both her place of residence and the existence of the child. Still, he didn't molest her: for which

forbearance she might thank his aversion, I suppose. He often asked about the infant, when he saw me; and

on hearing its name, smiled grimly, and observed: 'They wish me to hate it too, do they?'

Fortunately its mother died before the time arrived; some thirteen years after the decease of Catherine, when

On the day succeeding Isabella's unexpected visit I had no opportunity of speaking to my master: he shunned

conversation, and was fit for discussing nothing. When I could get him to listen, I saw it pleased him that his

sister had left her husband; whom he abhorred with an intensity which the mildness of his nature would

scarcely seem to allow. So deep and sensitive was his aversion, that he refrained from going anywhere where

he was likely to see or hear of Heathcliff. Grief, and that together, transformed him into a complete hermit: he

threw up his office of magistrate, ceased even to attend church, avoided the village on all occasions, and

spent a life of entire seclusion within the limits of his park and grounds; only varied by solitary rambles on

the moors, and visits to the grave of his wife, mostly at evening, or early morning before other wanderers

were abroad. But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long. HE didn't pray for Catherine's soul to

haunt him. Time brought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory

with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

And he had earthly consolation and affections also. For a few days, I said, he seemed regardless of the puny

successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April, and ere the tiny thing could stammer

a word or totter a step it wielded a despot's sceptre in his heart. It was named Catherine; but he never called it

the name in full, as he had never called the first Catherine short: probably because Heathcliff had a habit of

doing so. The little one was always Cathy: it formed to him a distinction from the mother, and yet a

connection with her; and his attachment sprang from its relation to her, far more than from its being his own.

I used to draw a comparison between him and Hindley Earnshaw, and perplex myself to explain satisfactorily

why their conduct was so opposite in similar circumstances. They had both been fond husbands, and were

both attached to their children; and I could not see how they shouldn't both have taken the same road, for

good or evil. But, I thought in my mind, Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly

the worse and the weaker man. When his ship struck, the captain abandoned his post; and the crew, instead of

trying to save her, rushed into riot and confusion, leaving no hope for their luckless vessel. Linton, on the

contrary, displayed the true courage of a loyal and faithful soul: he trusted God; and God comforted him. One

hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them. But

you'll not want to hear my moralising, Mr. Lockwood; you'll judge, as well as I can, all these things: at least,

you'll think you will, and that's the same. The end of Earnshaw was what might have been expected; it

followed fast on his sister's: there were scarcely six months between them. We, at the Grange, never got a

very succinct account of his state preceding it; all that I did learn was on occasion of going to aid in the

preparations for the funeral. Mr. Kenneth came to announce the event to my master.

'Well, Nelly,' said he, riding into the yard one morning, too early not to alarm me with an instant presentiment

of bad news, 'it's yours and my turn to go into mourning at present. Who's given us the slip now, do you

'Why, guess!' he returned, dismounting, and slinging his bridle on a hook by the door. 'And nip up the corner

'What! would you have tears for him?' said the doctor. 'No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow: he looks

blooming today. I've just seen him. He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half.'

'Hindley Earnshaw! Your old friend Hindley,' he replied, 'and my wicked gossip: though he's been too wild

for me this long while. There! I said we should draw water. But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk

as a lord. Poor lad! I'm sorry, too. One can't help missing an old companion: though he had the worst tricks

with him that ever man imagined, and has done me many a rascally turn. He's barely twentyseven, it seems;

I confess this blow was greater to me than the shock of Mrs. Linton's death: ancient associations lingered

round my heart; I sat down in the porch and wept as for a blood relation, desiring Mr. Kenneth to get another

servant to introduce him to the master. I could not hinder myself from pondering on the question 'Had he

had fair play?' Whatever I did, that idea would bother me: it was so tiresomely pertinacious that I resolved on

requesting leave to go to Wuthering Heights, and assist in the last duties to the dead. Mr. Linton was

extremely reluctant to consent, but I pleaded eloquently for the friendless condition in which he lay; and I

said my old master and fosterbrother had a claim on my services as strong as his own. Besides, I reminded

him that the child Hareton was his wife's nephew, and, in the absence of nearer kin, he ought to act as its

guardian; and he ought to and must inquire how the property was left, and look over the concerns of his

brotherinlaw. He was unfit for attending to such matters then, but he bid me speak to his lawyer; and at

length permitted me to go. His lawyer had been Earnshaw's also: I called at the village, and asked him to

accompany me. He shook his head, and advised that Heathcliff should be let alone; affirming, if the truth

'His father died in debt,' he said; 'the whole property is mortgaged, and the sole chance for the natural heir is

to allow him an opportunity of creating some interest in the creditor's heart, that he may be inclined to deal

When I reached the Heights, I explained that I had come to see everything carried on decently; and Joseph,

who appeared in sufficient distress, expressed satisfaction at my presence. Mr. Heathcliff said he did not

perceive that I was wanted; but I might stay and order the arrangements for the funeral, if I chose.

'Correctly,' he remarked, 'that fool's body should he buried at the crossroads, without ceremony of any kind.

I happened to leave him ten minutes yesterday afternoon, and in that interval he fastened the two doors of the

house against me, and he has spent the night in drinking himself to death deliberately! We broke in this

morning, for we heard him sporting like a horse; and there he was, laid over the settle: flaying and scalping

would not have wakened him. I sent for Kenneth, and he came; but not till the beast had changed into carrion:

he was both dead and cold, and stark; and so you'll allow it was useless making more stir about him!'

'I'd rayther he'd goan hisseln for t' doctor! I sud ha,' taen tent o' t' maister better nor him and he warn't deead

I insisted on the funeral being respectable. Mr. Heathcliff said I might have my own way there too: only, he

desired me to remember that the money for the whole affair came out of his pocket. He maintained a hard,

careless deportment, indicative of neither joy nor sorrow: if anything, it expressed a flinty gratification at a

piece of difficult work successfully executed. I observed once, indeed, something like exultation in his

aspect: it was just when the people were bearing the coffin from the house. He had the hypocrisy to represent

a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and

muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are MINE! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as

crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!' The unsuspecting thing was pleased at this speech: he

played with Heathcliff's whiskers, and stroked his cheek; but I divined its meaning, and observed tartly, 'That

boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange, sir. There is nothing in the world less yours than he is!'

'Well,' said the scoundrel, 'we'll not argue the subject now: but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a

young one; so intimate to your master that I must supply the place of this with my own, if he attempt to

remove it. I don't engage to let Hareton go undisputed; but I'll be pretty sure to make the other come!

This hint was enough to bind our hands. I repeated its substance on my return; and Edgar Linton, little

interested at the commencement, spoke no more of interfering. I'm not aware that he could have done it to

The guest was now the master of Wuthering Heights: he held firm possession, and proved to the attorney

who, in his turn, proved it to Mr. Linton that Earnshaw had mortgaged every yard of land he owned for

cash to supply his mania for gaming; and he, Heathcliff, was the mortgagee. In that manner Hareton, who

should now be the first gentleman in the neighbourhood, was reduced to a state of complete dependence on

his father's inveterate enemy; and lives in his own house as a servant, deprived of the advantage of wages:

quite unable to right himself, because of his friendlessness, and his ignorance that he has been wronged.

THE twelve years, continued Mrs. Dean, following that dismal period were the happiest of my life: my

greatest troubles in their passage rose from our little lady's trifling illnesses, which she had to experience in

common with all children, rich and poor. For the rest, after the first six months, she grew like a larch, and

could walk and talk too, in her own way, before the heath blossomed a second time over Mrs. Linton's dust.

She was the most winning thing that ever brought sunshine into a desolate house: a real beauty in face, with

the Earnshaws' handsome dark eyes, but the Lintons' fair skin and small features, and yellow curling hair. Her

spirit was high, though not rough, and qualified by a heart sensitive and lively to excess in its affections. That

capacity for intense attachments reminded me of her mother: still she did not resemble her: for she could be

soft and mild as a dove, and she had a gentle voice and pensive expression: her anger was never furious; her

love never fierce: it was deep and tender. However, it must be acknowledged, she had faults to foil her gifts.

A propensity to be saucy was one; and a perverse will, that indulged children invariably acquire, whether they

be good tempered or cross. If a servant chanced to vex her, it was always 'I shall tell papa!' And if he

reproved her, even by a look, you would have thought it a heartbreaking business: I don't believe he ever did

speak a harsh word to her. He took her education entirely on himself, and made it an amusement. Fortunately,

curiosity and a quick intellect made her an apt scholar: she learned rapidly and eagerly, and did honour to his

Till she reached the age of thirteen she had not once been beyond the range of the park by herself. Mr. Linton

would take her with him a mile or so outside, on rare occasions; but he trusted her to no one else. Gimmerton

was an unsubstantial name in her ears; the chapel, the only building she had approached or entered, except

her own home. Wuthering Heights and Mr. Heathcliff did not exist for her: she was a perfect recluse; and,

apparently, perfectly contented. Sometimes, indeed, while surveying the country from her nursery window,

'Ellen, how long will it be before I can walk to the top of those hills? I wonder what lies on the other side is

'And what are those golden rocks like when you stand under them?' she once asked.

The abrupt descent of Penistone Crags particularly attracted her notice; especially when the setting sun shone

on it and the topmost heights, and the whole extent of landscape besides lay in shadow. I explained that they

were bare masses of stone, with hardly enough earth in their clefts to nourish a stunted tree.

'Because they are a great deal higher up than we are,' replied I; 'you could not climb them, they are too high

and steep. In winter the frost is always there before it comes to us; and deep into summer I have found snow

'Oh, you have been on them!' she cried gleefully. 'Then I can go, too, when I am a woman. Has papa been,

'Papa would tell you, Miss,' I answered, hastily, 'that they are not worth the trouble of visiting. The moors,

where you ramble with him, are much nicer; and Thrushcross Park is the finest place in the world.'

'But I know the park, and I don't know those,' she murmured to herself. 'And I should delight to look round

me from the brow of that tallest point: my little pony Minny shall take me some time.'

One of the maids mentioning the Fairy Cave, quite turned her head with a desire to fulfil this project: she

teased Mr. Linton about it; and he promised she should have the journey when she got older. But Miss

Catherine measured her age by months, and, 'Now, am I old enough to go to Penistone Crags?' was the

constant question in her mouth. The road thither wound close by Wuthering Heights. Edgar had not the heart

I said Mrs. Heathcliff lived above a dozen years after quitting her husband. Her family were of a delicate

constitution: she and Edgar both lacked the ruddy health that you will generally meet in these parts. What her

last illness was, I am not certain: I conjecture, they died of the same thing, a kind of fever, slow at its

commencement, but incurable, and rapidly consuming life towards the close. She wrote to inform her brother

of the probable conclusion of a fourmonths' indisposition under which she had suffered, and entreated him

to come to her, if possible; for she had much to settle, and she wished to bid him adieu, and deliver Linton

safely into his hands. Her hope was that Linton might be left with him, as he had been with her: his father,

she would fain convince herself, had no desire to assume the burden of his maintenance or education. My

master hesitated not a moment in complying with her request: reluctant as he was to leave home at ordinary

calls, he flew to answer this; commanding Catherine to my peculiar vigilance, in his absence, with reiterated

orders that she must not wander out of the park, even under my escort he did not calculate on her going

He was away three weeks. The first day or two my charge sat in a corner of the library, too sad for either

reading or playing: in that quiet state she caused me little trouble; but it was succeeded by an interval of

impatient, fretful weariness; and being too busy, and too old then, to run up and down amusing her, I hit on a

method by which she might entertain herself. I used to send her on her travels round the grounds now on

foot, and now on a pony; indulging her with a patient audience of all her real and imaginary adventures when

The summer shone in full prime; and she took such a taste for this solitary rambling that she often contrived

to remain out from breakfast till tea; and then the evenings were spent in recounting her fanciful tales. I did

not fear her breaking bounds; because the gates were generally looked, and I thought she would scarcely

venture forth alone, if they had stood wide open. Unluckily, my confidence proved misplaced. Catherine

came to me, one morning, at eight o'clock, and said she was that day an Arabian merchant, going to cross the

Desert with his caravan; and I must give her plenty of provision for herself and beasts: a horse, and three

camels, personated by a large hound and a couple of pointers. I got together good store of dainties, and slung

them in a basket on one side of the saddle; and she sprang up as gay as a fairy, sheltered by her

widebrimmed hat and gauze veil from the July sun, and trotted off with a merry laugh, mocking my cautious

counsel to avoid galloping, and come back early. The naughty thing never made her appearance at tea. One

traveller, the hound, being an old dog and fond of its ease, returned; but neither Cathy, nor the pony, nor the

two pointers were visible in any direction: I despatched emissaries down this path, and that path, and at last

went wandering in search of her myself. There was a labourer working at a fence round a plantation, on the

'I saw her at morn,' he replied: 'she would have me to cut her a hazel switch, and then she leapt her Galloway

You may guess how I felt at hearing this news. It struck me directly she must have started for Penistone

Crags. 'What will become of her?' I ejaculated, pushing through a gap which the man was repairing, and

making straight to the highroad. I walked as if for a wager, mile after mile, till a turn brought me in view of

the Heights; but no Catherine could I detect, far or near. The Crags lie about a mile and a half beyond Mr.

Heathcliff's place, and that is four from the Grange, so I began to fear night would fall ere I could reach them.

'And what if she should have slipped in clambering among them,' I reflected, 'and been killed, or broken some

of her bones?' My suspense was truly painful; and, at first, it gave me delightful relief to observe, in hurrying

by the farmhouse, Charlie, the fiercest of the pointers, lying under a window, with swelled head and bleeding

ear. I opened the wicket and ran to the door, knocking vehemently for admittance. A woman whom I knew,

and who formerly lived at Gimmerton, answered: she had been servant there since the death of Mr.

'Ah,' said she, 'you are come aseeking your little mistress! Don't be frightened. She's here safe: but I'm glad

'He is not at home then, is he?' I panted, quite breathless with quick walking and alarm.

'No, no,' she replied: 'both he and Joseph are off, and I think they won't return this hour or more. Step in and

I entered, and beheld my stray lamb seated on the hearth, rocking herself in a little chair that had been her

mother's when a child. Her hat was hung against the wall, and she seemed perfectly at home, laughing and

chattering, in the best spirits imaginable, to Hareton now a great, strong lad of eighteen who stared at her

with considerable curiosity and astonishment: comprehending precious little of the fluent succession of

'Very well, Miss!' I exclaimed, concealing my joy under an angry countenance. 'This is your last ride, till

papa comes back. I'll not trust you over the threshold again, you naughty, naughty girl!'

'Aha, Ellen!' she cried, gaily, jumping up and running to my side. 'I shall have a pretty story to tell tonight;

'Put that hat on, and home at once,' said I. 'I'm dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely

wrong! It's no use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had, scouring the country after you. To

think how Mr. Linton charged me to keep you in; and you stealing off so! It shows you are a cunning little

'What have I done?' sobbed she, instantly checked. 'Papa charged me nothing: he'll not scold me, Ellen he's

'Come, come!' I repeated. 'I'll tie the riband. Now, let us have no petulance. Oh, for shame! You thirteen years

This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head, and retreating to the chimney out of my

'Nay,' said the servant, 'don't be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs. Dean. We made her stop: she'd fain have ridden

forwards, afeard you should be uneasy. Hareton offered to go with her, and I thought he should: it's a wild

Hareton, during the discussion, stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak; though he looked

'How long am I to wait?' I continued, disregarding the woman's interference. 'It will be dark in ten minutes.

Where is the pony, Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? I shall leave you, unless you be quick; so please

'The pony is in the yard,' she replied, 'and Phoenix is shut in there. He's bitten and so is Charlie. I was going

to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear.'

I picked up her hat, and approached to reinstate it; but perceiving that the people of the house took her part,

she commenced capering round the room; and on my giving chase, ran like a mouse over and under and

behind the furniture, rendering it ridiculous for me to pursue. Hareton and the woman laughed, and she joined

them, and waxed more impertinent still; till I cried, in great irritation, 'Well, Miss Cathy, if you were aware

He coloured deeper, with a different feeling, muttered an oath, and turned away.

'Who is his master?' continued the tiresome girl, appealing to me. 'He talked about "our house," and "our

folk." I thought he had been the owner's son. And he never said Miss: he should have done, shouldn't he, if

Hareton grew black as a thundercloud at this childish speech. I silently shook my questioner, and at last

'Now, get my horse,' she said, addressing her unknown kinsman as she would one of the stableboys at the

Grange. 'And you may come with me. I want to see where the goblinhunter rises in the marsh, and to hear

about the FAIRISHES, as you call them: but make haste! What's the matter? Get my horse, I say.'

'There, Miss Cathy! you see you have got into pretty company,' I interposed. 'Nice words to be used to a

young lady! Pray don't begin to dispute with him. Come, let us seek for Minny ourselves, and begone.'

'But, Ellen,' cried she, staring fixed in astonishment, 'how dare he speak so to me? Mustn't he be made to do

Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation. 'You bring the

'Softly, Miss,' answered she addressed: 'you'll lose nothing by being civil. Though Mr. Hareton, there, be not

'Oh, Ellen! don't let them say such things,' she pursued in great trouble. 'Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from

London: my cousin is a gentleman's son. That my ' she stopped, and wept outright; upset at the bare notion

'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the

worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad.'

'He's not he's not my cousin, Ellen!' she went on, gathering fresh grief from reflection, and flinging herself

I was much vexed at her and the servant for their mutual revelations; having no doubt of Linton's approaching

arrival, communicated by the former, being reported to Mr. Heathcliff; and feeling as confident that

Catherine's first thought on her father's return would be to seek an explanation of the latter's assertion

concerning her rudebred kindred. Hareton, recovering from his disgust at being taken for a servant, seemed

moved by her distress; and, having fetched the pony round to the door, he took, to propitiate her, a fine

crookedlegged terrier whelp from the kennel, and putting it into her hand, bid her whist! for he meant

nought. Pausing in her lamentations, she surveyed him with a glance of awe and horror, then burst forth

I could scarcely refrain from smiling at this antipathy to the poor fellow; who was a wellmade, athletic

youth, goodlooking in features, and stout and healthy, but attired in garments befitting his daily occupations

of working on the farm and lounging among the moors after rabbits and game. Still, I thought I could detect

in his physiognomy a mind owning better qualities than his father ever possessed. Good things lost amid a

wilderness of weeds, to be sure, whose rankness far overtopped their neglected growth; yet,

notwithstanding, evidence of a wealthy soil, that might yield luxuriant crops under other and favourable

circumstances. Mr. Heathcliff, I believe, had not treated him physically ill; thanks to his fearless nature,

which offered no temptation to that course of oppression: he had none of the timid susceptibility that would

have given zest to illtreatment, in Heathcliff s judgment. He appeared to have bent his malevolence on

making him a brute: he was never taught to read or write; never rebuked for any bad habit which did not

annoy his keeper; never led a single step towards virtue, or guarded by a single precept against vice. And

from what I heard, Joseph contributed much to his deterioration, by a narrowminded partiality which

prompted him to flatter and pet him, as a boy, because he was the head of the old family. And as he had been

in the habit of accusing Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, when children, of putting the master past his

patience, and compelling him to seek solace in drink by what he termed their 'offald ways,' so at present he

laid the whole burden of Hareton's faults on the shoulders of the usurper of his property. If the lad swore, he

wouldn't correct him: nor however culpably he behaved. It gave Joseph satisfaction, apparently, to watch him

go the worst lengths: he allowed that the lad was ruined: that his soul was abandoned to perdition; but then he

reflected that Heathcliff must answer for it. Hareton's blood would be required at his hands; and there lay

immense consolation in that thought. Joseph had instilled into him a pride of name, and of his lineage; he

would, had he dared, have fostered hate between him and the present owner of the Heights: but his dread of

that owner amounted to superstition; and he confined his feelings regarding him to muttered innuendoes and

private comminations. I don't pretend to be intimately acquainted with the mode of living customary in those

days at Wuthering Heights: I only speak from hearsay; for I saw little. The villagers affirmed Mr. Heathcliff

was NEAR, and a cruel hard landlord to his tenants; but the house, inside, had regained its ancient aspect of

comfort under female management, and the scenes of riot common in Hindley's time were not now enacted

within its walls. The master was too gloomy to seek companionship with any people, good or bad; and he is

This, however, is not making progress with my story. Miss Cathy rejected the peaceoffering of the terrier,

and demanded her own dogs, Charlie and Phoenix. They came limping and hanging their heads; and we set

out for home, sadly out of sorts, every one of us. I could not wring from my little lady how she had spent the

day; except that, as I supposed, the goal of her pilgrimage was Penistone Crags; and she arrived without

adventure to the gate of the farmhouse, when Hareton happened to issue forth, attended by some canine

followers, who attacked her train. They had a smart battle, before their owners could separate them: that

formed an introduction. Catherine told Hareton who she was, and where she was going; and asked him to

show her the way: finally, beguiling him to accompany her. He opened the mysteries of the Fairy Cave, and

twenty other queer places. But, being in disgrace, I was not favoured with a description of the interesting

objects she saw. I could gather, however, that her guide had been a favourite till she hurt his feelings by

addressing him as a servant; and Heathcliff's housekeeper hurt hers by calling him her cousin. Then the

language he had held to her rankled in her heart; she who was always 'love,' and 'darling,' and 'queen,' and

'angel,' with everybody at the Grange, to be insulted so shockingly by a stranger! She did not comprehend it;

and hard work I had to obtain a promise that she would not lay the grievance before her father. I explained

how he objected to the whole household at the Heights, and how sorry he would be to find she had been

there; but I insisted most on the fact, that if she revealed my negligence of his orders, he would perhaps be so

angry that I should have to leave; and Cathy couldn't bear that prospect: she pledged her word, and kept it for

A LETTER, edged with black, announced the day of my master's return, Isabella was dead; and he wrote to

bid me get mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful

nephew. Catherine ran wild with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine

anticipations of the innumerable excellencies of her 'real' cousin. The evening of their expected arrival came.

Since early morning she had been busy ordering her own small affairs; and now attired in her new black frock

poor thing! her aunt's death impressed her with no definite sorrow she obliged me, by constant worrying,

'Linton is just six months younger than I am,' she chattered, as we strolled leisurely over the swells and

hollows of mossy turf, under shadow of the trees. 'How delightful it will be to have him for a playfellow!

Aunt Isabella sent papa a beautiful lock of his hair; it was lighter than mine more flaxen, and quite as fine. I

have it carefully preserved in a little glass box; and I've often thought what a pleasure it would be to see its

owner. Oh! I am happy and papa, dear, dear papa! Come, Ellen, let us run! come, run.'

She ran, and returned and ran again, many times before my sober footsteps reached the gate, and then she

seated herself on the grassy bank beside the path, and tried to wait patiently; but that was impossible: she

'How long they are!' she exclaimed. 'Ah, I see, some dust on the road they are coming! No! When will they

be here? May we not go a little way half a mile, Ellen, only just half a mile? Do say Yes: to that clump of

I refused staunchly. At length her suspense was ended: the travelling carriage rolled in sight. Miss Cathy

shrieked and stretched out her arms as soon as she caught her father's face looking from the window. He

descended, nearly as eager as herself; and a considerable interval elapsed ere they had a thought to spare for

any but themselves. While they exchanged caresses I took a peep in to see after Linton. He was asleep in a

corner, wrapped in a warm, furlined cloak, as if it had been winter. A pale, delicate, effeminate boy, who

might have been taken for my master's younger brother, so strong was the resemblance: but there was a sickly

peevishness in his aspect that Edgar Linton never had. The latter saw me looking; and having shaken hands,

advised me to close the door, and leave him undisturbed; for the journey had fatigued him. Cathy would fain

have taken one glance, but her father told her to come, and they walked together up the park, while I hastened

'Now, darling,' said Mr. Linton, addressing his daughter, as they halted at the bottom of the front steps: 'your

cousin is not so strong or so merry as you are, and he has lost his mother, remember, a very short time since;

therefore, don't expect him to play and run about with you directly. And don't harass him much by talking: let

'Yes, yes, papa,' answered Catherine: 'but I do want to see him; and he hasn't once looked out.'

The carriage stopped; and the sleeper being roused, was lifted to the ground by his uncle.

'This is your cousin Cathy, Linton,' he said, putting their little hands together. 'She's fond of you already; and

mind you don't grieve her by crying tonight. Try to be cheerful now; the travelling is at an end, and you

'Let me go to bed, then,' answered the boy, shrinking from Catherine's salute; and he put his fingers to

'Come, come, there's a good child,' I whispered, leading him in. 'You'll make her weep too see how sorry

I do not know whether it was sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself, and

returned to her father. All three entered, and mounted to the library, where tea was laid ready. I proceeded to

remove Linton's cap and mantle, and placed him on a chair by the table; but he was no sooner seated than he

'Go to the sofa, then, and Ellen shall bring you some tea,' answered his uncle patiently.

He had been greatly tried, during the journey, I felt convinced, by his fretful ailing charge. Linton slowly

trailed himself off, and lay down. Cathy carried a footstool and her cup to his side. At first she sat silent; but

that could not last: she had resolved to make a pet of her little cousin, as she would have him to be; and she

commenced stroking his curls, and kissing his cheek, and offering him tea in her saucer, like a baby. This

pleased him, for he was not much better: he dried his eyes, and lightened into a faint smile.

'Oh, he'll do very well,' said the master to me, after watching them a minute. 'Very well, if we can keep him,

Ellen. The company of a child of his own age will instil new spirit into him soon, and by wishing for strength

'Ay, if we can keep him!' I mused to myself; and sore misgivings came over me that there was slight hope of

that. And then, I thought, how ever will that weakling live at Wuthering Heights? Between his father and

Hareton, what playmates and instructors they'll be. Our doubts were presently decided even earlier than I

expected. I had just taken the children upstairs, after tea was finished, and seen Linton asleep he would

not suffer me to leave him till that was the case I had come down, and was standing by the table in the hall,

lighting a bedroom candle for Mr. Edgar, when a maid stepped out of the kitchen and informed me that Mr.

Heathcliff's servant Joseph was at the door, and wished to speak with the master.

'I shall ask him what he wants first,' I said, in considerable trepidation. 'A very unlikely hour to be troubling

people, and the instant they have returned from a long journey. I don't think the master can see him.'

Joseph had advanced through the kitchen as I uttered these words, and now presented himself in the hall. He

was donned in his Sunday garments, with his most sanctimonious and sourest face, and, holding his hat in

one hand, and his stick in the other, he proceeded to clean his shoes on the mat.

'It's Maister Linton I mun spake to,' he answered, waving me disdainfully aside.

'Mr. Linton is going to bed; unless you have something particular to say, I'm sure he won't hear it now,' I

I perceived he was bent on refusing my mediation, so very reluctantly I went up to the library, and announced

the unseasonable visitor, advising that he should be dismissed till next day. Mr. Linton had no time to

empower me to do so, for Joseph mounted close at my heels, and, pushing into the apartment, planted himself

at the far side of the table, with his two fists clapped on the head of his stick, and began in an elevated tone,

Edgar Linton was silent a minute; an expression of exceeding sorrow overcast his features: he would have

pitied the child on his own account; but, recalling Isabella's hopes and fears, and anxious wishes for her son,

and her commendations of him to his care, he grieved bitterly at the prospect of yielding him up, and

searched in his heart how it might be avoided. No plan offered itself: the very exhibition of any desire to keep

him would have rendered the claimant more peremptory: there was nothing left but to resign him. However,

'Tell Mr. Heathcliff,' he answered calmly, 'that his son shall come to Wuthering Heights tomorrow. He is in

bed, and too tired to go the distance now. You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to

'Noa!' said Joseph, giving a thud with his prop on the floor, and assuming an authoritative air. 'Noa! that

means naught. Hathecliff maks noa 'count o' t' mother, nor ye norther; but he'll heu' his lad; und I mun tak'

'You shall not tonight!' answered Linton decisively. 'Walk down stairs at once, and repeat to your master

And, aiding the indignant elder with a lift by the arm, he rid the room of him and closed the door.

'Varrah weell!' shouted Joseph, as he slowly drew off. 'Tomorn, he's come hisseln, and thrust HIM out, if ye

TO obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled, Mr. Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early,

on Catherine's pony; and, said he 'As we shall now have no influence over his destiny, good or bad, you

must say nothing of where he is gone to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter, and it is better

for her to remain in ignorance of his proximity; lest she should be restless, and anxious to visit the Heights.

Merely tell her his father sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us.'

Linton was very reluctant to be roused from his bed at five o'clock, and astonished to be informed that he

must prepare for further travelling; but I softened off the matter by stating that he was going to spend some

time with his father, Mr. Heathcliff, who wished to see him so much, he did not like to defer the pleasure till

'My father!' he cried, in strange perplexity. 'Mamma never told me I had a father. Where does he live? I'd

'He lives a little distance from the Grange,' I replied; 'just beyond those hills: not so far, but you may walk

over here when you get hearty. And you should be glad to go home, and to see him. You must try to love

'But why have I not heard of him before?' asked Linton. 'Why didn't mamma and he live together, as other

'He had business to keep him in the north,' I answered, 'and your mother's health required her to reside in the

'And why didn't mamma speak to me about him?' persevered the child. 'She often talked of uncle, and I learnt

'Oh, all children love their parents,' I said. 'Your mother, perhaps, thought you would want to be with him if

she mentioned him often to you. Let us make haste. An early ride on such a beautiful morning is much

'I won't go without uncle,' he cried at length: 'I can't tell where you mean to take me.'

I attempted to persuade him of the naughtiness of showing reluctance to meet his father; still he obstinately

resisted any progress towards dressing, and I had to call for my master's assistance in coaxing him out of bed.

The poor thing was finally got off, with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short: that Mr.

Edgar and Cathy would visit him, and other promises, equally illfounded, which I invented and reiterated at

intervals throughout the way. The pure heatherscented air, the bright sunshine, and the gentle canter of

Minny, relieved his despondency after a while. He began to put questions concerning his new home, and its

'Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?' he inquired, turning to take a last glance

into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue.

'It is not so buried in trees,' I replied, 'and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully all

round; and the air is healthier for you fresher and drier. You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark

at first; though it is a respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood. And you will have such nice

rambles on the moors. Hareton Earnshaw that is, Miss Cathy's other cousin, and so yours in a manner will

show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your

study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills.'

'He's as young,' said I; 'but he has black hair and eyes, and looks sterner; and he is taller and bigger

altogether. He'll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first, perhaps, because it is not his way: still, mind you,

be frank and cordial with him; and naturally he'll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own.'

'Black hair and eyes!' mused Linton. 'I can't fancy him. Then I am not like him, am I?'

'Not much,' I answered: not a morsel, I thought, surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame

of my companion, and his large languid eyes his mother's eyes, save that, unless a morbid touchiness

'How strange that he should never come to see mamma and me!' he murmured. 'Has he ever seen me? If he

'Why, Master Linton,' said I, 'three hundred miles is a great distance; and ten years seem very different in

length to a grownup person compared with what they do to you. It is probable Mr. Heathcliff proposed

going from summer to summer, but never found a convenient opportunity; and now it is too late. Don't

The boy was fully occupied with his own cogitations for the remainder of the ride, till we halted before the

farmhouse gardengate. I watched to catch his impressions in his countenance. He surveyed the carved front

and lowbrowed lattices, the straggling gooseberrybushes and crooked firs, with solemn intentness, and

then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the exterior of his new abode. But he had

sense to postpone complaining: there might be compensation within. Before he dismounted, I went and

opened the door. It was halfpast six; the family had just finished breakfast: the servant was clearing and

wiping down the table. Joseph stood by his master's chair telling some tale concerning a lame horse; and

'Hallo, Nelly!' said Mr. Heathcliff, when he saw me. 'I feared I should have to come down and fetch my

property myself. You've brought it, have you? Let us see what we can make of it.'

He got up and strode to the door: Hareton and Joseph followed in gaping curiosity. Poor Linton ran a

'Surely,' said Joseph after a grave inspection, 'he's swopped wi' ye, Maister, an' yon's his lass!'

Heathcliff, having stared his son into an ague of confusion, uttered a scornful laugh.

'God! what a beauty! what a lovely, charming thing!' he exclaimed. 'Hav'n't they reared it on snails and sour

milk, Nelly? Oh, damn my soul! but that's worse than I expected and the devil knows I was not sanguine!'

I bid the trembling and bewildered child get down, and enter. He did not thoroughly comprehend the meaning

of his father's speech, or whether it were intended for him: indeed, he was not yet certain that the grim,

sneering stranger was his father. But he clung to me with growing trepidation; and on Mr. Heathcliff's taking

'Tut, tut!' said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then

holding up his head by the chin. 'None of that nonsense! We're not going to hurt thee, Linton isn't that thy

name? Thou art thy mother's child, entirely! Where is my share in thee, puling chicken?'

He took off the boy's cap and pushed back his thick flaxen curls, felt his slender arms and his small fingers;

during which examination Linton ceased crying, and lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector.

'Do you know me?' asked Heathcliff, having satisfied himself that the limbs were all equally frail and feeble.

'No! What a shame of your mother, never to waken your filial regard for me! You are my son, then, I'll tell

you; and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed. Now,

don't wince, and colour up! Though it is something to see you have not white blood. Be a good lad; and I'll do

for you. Nelly, if you be tired you may sit down; if not, get home again. I guess you'll report what you hear

and see to the cipher at the Grange; and this thing won't be settled while you linger about it.'

'Well,' replied I, 'I hope you'll be kind to the boy, Mr. Heathcliff, or you'll not keep him long; and he's all you

'I'll be very kind to him, you needn't fear,' he said, laughing. 'Only nobody else must be kind to him: I'm

jealous of monopolising his affection. And, to begin my kindness, Joseph, bring the lad some breakfast.

Hareton, you infernal calf, begone to your work. Yes, Nell,' he added, when they had departed, 'my son is

prospective owner of your place, and I should not wish him to die till I was certain of being his successor.

Besides, he's MINE, and I want the triumph of seeing MY descendant fairly lord of their estates; my child

hiring their children to till their fathers' lands for wages. That is the sole consideration which can make me

endure the whelp: I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives! But that consideration

is sufficient: he's as safe with me, and shall be tended as carefully as your master tends his own. I have a

room upstairs, furnished for him in handsome style; I've engaged a tutor, also, to come three times a week,

from twenty miles' distance, to teach him what he pleases to learn. I've ordered Hareton to obey him: and in

fact I've arranged everything with a view to preserve the superior and the gentleman in him, above his

associates. I do regret, however, that he so little deserves the trouble: if I wished any blessing in the world, it

was to find him a worthy object of pride; and I'm bitterly disappointed with the wheyfaced, whining

While he was speaking, Joseph returned bearing a basin of milkporridge, and placed it before Linton: who

stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion, and affirmed he could not eat it. I saw the old

manservant shared largely in his master's scorn of the child; though he was compelled to retain the

sentiment in his heart, because Heathcliff plainly meant his underlings to hold him in honour.

'Cannot ate it?' repeated he, peering in Linton's face, and subduing his voice to a whisper, for fear of being

overheard. 'But Maister Hareton nivir ate naught else, when he wer a little 'un; and what wer gooid enough

'Is there aught ails th' victuals?' he asked, thrusting the tray under Heathcliff's nose.

'Wah!' answered Joseph, 'yon dainty chap says he cannut ate 'em. But I guess it's raight! His mother wer just

'Don't mention his mother to me,' said the master, angrily. 'Get him something that he can eat, that's all. What

I suggested boiled milk or tea; and the housekeeper received instructions to prepare some. Come, I reflected,

his father's selfishness may contribute to his comfort. He perceives his delicate constitution, and the necessity

of treating him tolerably. I'll console Mr. Edgar by acquainting him with the turn Heathcliff's humour has

taken. Having no excuse for lingering longer, I slipped out, while Linton was engaged in timidly rebuffing

the advances of a friendly sheepdog. But he was too much on the alert to be cheated: as I closed the door, I

Then the latch was raised and fell: they did not suffer him to come forth. I mounted Minny, and urged her to a

WE had sad work with little Cathy that day: she rose in high glee, eager to join her cousin, and such

passionate tears and lamentations followed the news of his departure that Edgar himself was obliged to

soothe her, by affirming he should come back soon: he added, however, 'if I can get him'; and there were no

hopes of that. This promise poorly pacified her; but time was more potent; and though still at intervals she

inquired of her father when Linton would return, before she did see him again his features had waxed so dim

When I chanced to encounter the housekeeper of Wuthering Heights, in paying business visits to Gimmerton,

I used to ask how the young master got on; for he lived almost as secluded as Catherine herself, and was

never to be seen. I could gather from her that he continued in weak health, and was a tiresome inmate. She

said Mr. Heathcliff seemed to dislike him ever longer and worse, though he took some trouble to conceal it:

he had an antipathy to the sound of his voice, and could not do at all with his sitting in the same room with

him many minutes together. There seldom passed much talk between them: Linton learnt his lessons and

spent his evenings in a small apartment they called the parlour: or else lay in bed all day: for he was

'And I never know such a fainthearted creature,' added the woman; 'nor one so careful of hisseln. He WILL

go on, if I leave the window open a bit late in the evening. Oh! it's killing, a breath of night air! And he must

have a fire in the middle of summer; and Joseph's baccapipe is poison; and he must always have sweets and

dainties, and always milk, milk for ever heeding naught how the rest of us are pinched in winter; and there

he'll sit, wrapped in his furred cloak in his chair by the fire, with some toast and water or other slop on the

hob to sip at; and if Hareton, for pity, comes to amuse him Hareton is not badnatured, though he's rough

they're sure to part, one swearing and the other crying. I believe the master would relish Earnshaw's thrashing

him to a mummy, if he were not his son; and I'm certain he would be fit to turn him out of doors, if he knew

half the nursing he gives hisseln. But then he won't go into danger of temptation: he never enters the parlour,

and should Linton show those ways in the house where he is, he sends him upstairs directly.'

I divined, from this account, that utter lack of sympathy had rendered young Heathcliff selfish and

disagreeable, if he were not so originally; and my interest in him, consequently, decayed: though still I was

moved with a sense of grief at his lot, and a wish that he had been left with us. Mr. Edgar encouraged me to

gain information: he thought a great deal about him, I fancy, and would have run some risk to see him; and he

told me once to ask the housekeeper whether he ever came into the village? She said he had only been twice,

on horseback, accompanying his father; and both times he pretended to be quite knocked up for three or four

days afterwards. That housekeeper left, if I recollect rightly, two years after he came; and another, whom I

Time wore on at the Grange in its former pleasant way till Miss Cathy reached sixteen. On the anniversary of

her birth we never manifested any signs of rejoicing, because it was also the anniversary of my late mistress's

death. Her father invariably spent that day alone in the library; and walked, at dusk, as far as Gimmerton

kirkyard, where he would frequently prolong his stay beyond midnight. Therefore Catherine was thrown on

her own resources for amusement. This twentieth of March was a beautiful spring day, and when her father

had retired, my young lady came down dressed for going out, and said she asked to have a ramble on the edge

of the moor with me: Mr. Linton had given her leave, if we went only a short distance and were back within

'So make haste, Ellen!' she cried. 'I know where I wish to go; where a colony of moorgame are settled: I

'That must be a good distance up,' I answered; 'they don't breed on the edge of the moor.'

I put on my bonnet and sallied out, thinking nothing more of the matter. She bounded before me, and returned

to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertainment in

listening to the larks singing far and near, and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet

and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its

bloom as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creature, and an angel, in

'Well,' said I, 'where are your moorgame, Miss Cathy? We should be at them: the Grange parkfence is a

'Oh, a little further only a little further, Ellen,' was her answer, continually. 'Climb to that hillock, pass that

But there were so many hillocks and banks to climb and pass, that, at length, I began to be weary, and told

her we must halt, and retrace our steps. I shouted to her, as she had outstripped me a long way; she either did

not hear or did not regard, for she still sprang on, and I was compelled to follow. Finally, she dived into a

hollow; and before I came in sight of her again, she was two miles nearer Wuthering Heights than her own

home; and I beheld a couple of persons arrest her, one of whom I felt convinced was Mr. Heathcliff himself.

Cathy had been caught in the fact of plundering, or, at least, hunting out the nests of the grouse. The Heights

'I've neither taken any nor found any,' she said, as I toiled to them, expanding her hands in corroboration of

the statement. 'I didn't mean to take them; but papa told me there were quantities up here, and I wished to see

Heathcliff glanced at me with an illmeaning smile, expressing his acquaintance with the party, and,

'Mr. Linton of Thrushcross Grange,' she replied. 'I thought you did not know me, or you wouldn't have

'You suppose papa is highly esteemed and respected, then?' he said, sarcastically.

'And what are you?' inquired Catherine, gazing curiously on the speaker. 'That man I've seen before. Is he

She pointed to Hareton, the other individual, who had gained nothing but increased bulk and strength by the

'Miss Cathy,' I interrupted, 'it will be three hours instead of one that we are out, presently. We really must go

'No, that man is not my son,' answered Heathcliff, pushing me aside. 'But I have one, and you have seen him

before too; and, though your nurse is in a hurry, I think both you and she would be the better for a little rest.

Will you just turn this nab of heath, and walk into my house? You'll get home earlier for the ease; and you

I whispered Catherine that she mustn't, on any account, accede to the proposal: it was entirely out of the

'Why?' she asked, aloud. 'I'm tired of running, and the ground is dewy: I can't sit here. Let us go, Ellen.

Besides, he says I have seen his son. He's mistaken, I think; but I guess where he lives: at the farmhouse I

'I do. Come, Nelly, hold your tongue it will he a treat for her to look in on us. Hareton, get forwards with

'No, she's not going to any such place,' I cried, struggling to release my arm, which he had seized: but she was

almost at the doorstones already, scampering round the brow at full speed. Her appointed companion did not

'Mr. Heathcliff, it's very wrong,' I continued: 'you know you mean no good. And there she'll see Linton, and

'I want her to see Linton,' he answered; 'he's looking better these few days; it's not often he's fit to be seen.

'The harm of it is, that her father would hate me if he found I suffered her to enter your house; and I am

'My design is as honest as possible. I'll inform you of its whole scope,' he said. 'That the two cousins may fall

in love, and get married. I'm acting generously to your master: his young chit has no expectations, and should

she second my wishes she'll be provided for at once as joint successor with Linton.'

'If Linton died,' I answered, 'and his life is quite uncertain, Catherine would be the heir.'

'No, she would not,' he said. 'There is no clause in the will to secure it so: his property would go to me; but, to

'And I'm resolved she shall never approach your house with me again,' I returned, as we reached the gate,

Heathcliff bade me be quiet; and, preceding us up the path, hastened to open the door. My young lady gave

him several looks, as if she could not exactly make up her mind what to think of him; but now he smiled

when he met her eye, and softened his voice in addressing her; and I was foolish enough to imagine the

memory of her mother might disarm him from desiring her injury. Linton stood on the hearth. He had been

out walking in the fields, for his cap was on, and he was calling to Joseph to bring him dry shoes. He had

grown tall of his age, still wanting some months of sixteen. His features were pretty yet, and his eye and

complexion brighter than I remembered them, though with merely temporary lustre borrowed from the

'Yes, yes,' answered he: 'but is this the only time you have beheld him? Think! Ah! you have a short memory.

Linton, don't you recall your cousin, that you used to tease us so with wishing to see?'

'What, Linton!' cried Cathy, kindling into joyful surprise at the name. 'Is that little Linton? He's taller than I

The youth stepped forward, and acknowledged himself: she kissed him fervently, and they gazed with

wonder at the change time had wrought in the appearance of each. Catherine had reached her full height; her

figure was both plump and slender, elastic as steel, and her whole aspect sparkling with health and spirits.

Linton's looks and movements were very languid, and his form extremely slight; but there was a grace in his

manner that mitigated these defects, and rendered him not unpleasing. After exchanging numerous marks of

fondness with him, his cousin went to Mr. Heathcliff, who lingered by the door, dividing his attention

between the objects inside and those that lay without: pretending, that is, to observe the latter, and really

'And you are my uncle, then!' she cried, reaching up to salute him. 'I thought I liked you, though you were

cross at first. Why don't you visit at the Grange with Linton? To live all these years such close neighbours,

'I visited it once or twice too often before you were born,' he answered. 'There damn it! If you have any

'Naughty Ellen!' exclaimed Catherine, flying to attack me next with her lavish caresses. 'Wicked Ellen! to try

to hinder me from entering. But I'll take this walk every morning in future: may I, uncle? and sometimes

'Of course,' replied the uncle, with a hardly suppressed grimace, resulting from his deep aversion to both the

proposed visitors. 'But stay,' he continued, turning towards the young lady. 'Now I think of it, I'd better tell

you. Mr. Linton has a prejudice against me: we quarrelled at one time of our lives, with unchristian ferocity;

and, if you mention coming here to him, he'll put a veto on your visits altogether. Therefore, you must not

mention it, unless you be careless of seeing your cousin hereafter: you may come, if you will, but you must

'He thought me too poor to wed his sister,' answered Heathcliff, 'and was grieved that I got her: his pride was

'That's wrong!' said the young lady: 'some time I'll tell him so. But Linton and I have no share in your quarrel.

'It will be too far for me,' murmured her cousin: 'to walk four miles would kill me. No, come here, Miss

'I am afraid, Nelly, I shall lose my labour,' he muttered to me. 'Miss Catherine, as the ninny calls her, will

discover his value, and send him to the devil. Now, if it had been Hareton! Do you know that, twenty times

a day, I covet Hareton, with all his degradation? I'd have loved the lad had he been some one else. But I think

he's safe from HER love. I'll pit him against that paltry creature, unless it bestir itself briskly. We calculate it

will scarcely last till it is eighteen. Oh, confound the vapid thing! He's absorbed in drying his feet, and never

'Have you nothing to show your cousin anywhere about, not even a rabbit or a weasel's nest? Take her into

the garden, before you change your shoes; and into the stable to see your horse.'

'Wouldn't you rather sit here?' asked Linton, addressing Cathy in a tone which expressed reluctance to move

'I don't know,' she replied, casting a longing look to the door, and evidently eager to be active.

He kept his seat, and shrank closer to the fire. Heathcliff rose, and went into the kitchen, and from thence to

the yard, calling out for Hareton. Hareton responded, and presently the two reentered. The young man had

been washing himself, as was visible by the glow on his cheeks and his wetted hair.

'Oh, I'll ask YOU, uncle,' cried Miss Cathy, recollecting the housekeeper's assertion. 'That is not my cousin, is

The uncivil little thing stood on tiptoe, and whispered a sentence in Heathcliff's ear. He laughed; Hareton

darkened: I perceived he was very sensitive to suspected slights, and had obviously a dim notion of his

'You'll be the favourite among us, Hareton! She says you are a What was it? Well, something very

flattering. Here! you go with her round the farm. And behave like a gentleman, mind! Don't use any bad

words; and don't stare when the young lady is not looking at you, and be ready to hide your face when she is;

and, when you speak, say your words slowly, and keep your hands out of your pockets. Be off, and entertain

He watched the couple walking past the window. Earnshaw had his countenance completely averted from his

companion. He seemed studying the familiar landscape with a stranger's and an artist's interest. Catherine

took a sly look at him, expressing small admiration. She then turned her attention to seeking out objects of

amusement for herself, and tripped merrily on, lilting a tune to supply the lack of conversation.

'I've tied his tongue,' observed Heathcliff. 'He'll not venture a single syllable all the time! Nelly, you recollect

meat his age nay, some years younger. Did I ever look so stupid: so "gaumless," as Joseph calls it?'

'I've a pleasure in him,' he continued, reflecting aloud. 'He has satisfied my expectations. If he were a born

fool I should not enjoy it half so much. But he's no fool; and I can sympathise with all his feelings, having felt

them myself. I know what he suffers now, for instance, exactly: it is merely a beginning of what he shall

suffer, though. And he'll never be able to emerge from his bathos of coarseness and ignorance. I've got him

faster than his scoundrel of a father secured me, and lower; for he takes a pride in his brutishness. I've taught

him to scorn everything extraanimal as silly and weak. Don't you think Hindley would be proud of his son, if

he could see him? almost as proud as I am of mine. But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of

pavingstones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. MINE has nothing valuable about it; yet I

shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. HIS had firstrate qualities, and they are

lost: rendered worse than unavailing. I have nothing to regret; he would have more than any but I are aware

of. And the best of it is, Hareton is damnably fond of me! You'll own that I've outmatched Hindley there. If

the dead villain could rise from his grave to abuse me for his offspring's wrongs, I should have the fun of

seeing the said offspring fight him back again, indignant that he should dare to rail at the one friend he has in

Heathcliff chuckled a fiendish laugh at the idea. I made no reply, because I saw that he expected none.

Meantime, our young companion, who sat too removed from us to hear what was said, began to evince

symptoms of uneasiness, probably repenting that he had denied himself the treat of Catherine's society for

fear of a little fatigue. His father remarked the restless glances wandering to the window, and the hand

Linton gathered his energies, and left the hearth. The lattice was open, and, as he stepped out, I heard Cathy

inquiring of her unsociable attendant what was that inscription over the door? Hareton stared up, and

'Can't read it?' cried Catherine; 'I can read it: it's English. But I want to know why it is there.'

'He does not know his letters,' he said to his cousin. 'Could you believe in the existence of such a colossal

'Is he all as he should be?' asked Miss Cathy, seriously; 'or is he simple: not right? I've questioned him twice

now, and each time he looked so stupid I think he does not understand me. I can hardly understand him, I'm

Linton repeated his laugh, and glanced at Hareton tauntingly; who certainly did not seem quite clear of

'There's nothing the matter but laziness; is there, Earnshaw?' he said. 'My cousin fancies you are an idiot.

There you experience the consequence of scorning "booklarning," as you would say. Have you noticed,

'Why, where the devil is the use on't?' growled Hareton, more ready in answering his daily companion. He

was about to enlarge further, but the two youngsters broke into a noisy fit of merriment: my giddy miss being

delighted to discover that she might turn his strange talk to matter of amusement.

'Where is the use of the devil in that sentence?' tittered Linton. 'Papa told you not to say any bad words, and

you can't open your mouth without one. Do try to behave like a gentleman, now do!'

'If thou weren't more a lass than a lad, I'd fell thee this minute, I would; pitiful lath of a crater!' retorted the

angry boor, retreating, while his face burnt with mingled rage and mortification! for he was conscious of

Mr. Heathcliff having overheard the conversation, as well as I, smiled when he saw him go; but immediately

afterwards cast a look of singular aversion on the flippant pair, who remained chattering in the doorway: the

boy finding animation enough while discussing Hareton's faults and deficiencies, and relating anecdotes of

his goings on; and the girl relishing his pert and spiteful sayings, without considering the illnature they

evinced. I began to dislike, more than to compassionate Linton, and to excuse his father in some measure for

We stayed till afternoon: I could not tear Miss Cathy away sooner; but happily my master had not quitted his

apartment, and remained ignorant of our prolonged absence. As we walked home, I would fain have

enlightened my charge on the characters of the people we had quitted: but she got it into her head that I was

'Aha!' she cried, 'you take papa's side, Ellen: you are partial I know; or else you wouldn't have cheated me so

many years into the notion that Linton lived a long way from here. I'm really extremely angry; only I'm so

pleased I can't show it! But you must hold your tongue about MY uncle; he's my uncle, remember; and I'll

And so she ran on, till I relinquished the endeavour to convince her of her mistake. She did not mention the

visit that night, because she did not see Mr. Linton. Next day it all came out, sadly to my chagrin; and still I

was not altogether sorry: I thought the burden of directing and warning would be more efficiently borne by

him than me. But he was too timid in giving satisfactory reasons for his wish that she should shun connection

with the household of the Heights, and Catherine liked good reasons for every restraint that harassed her

'Papa!' she exclaimed, after the morning's salutations, 'guess whom I saw yesterday, in my walk on the moors.

Ah, papa, you started! you've not done right, have you, now? I saw but listen, and you shall hear how I

found you out; and Ellen, who is in league with you, and yet pretended to pity me so, when I kept hoping, and

She gave a faithful account of her excursion and its consequences; and my master, though he cast more than

one reproachful look at me, said nothing till she had concluded. Then he drew her to him, and asked if she

knew why he had concealed Linton's near neighbourhood from her? Could she think it was to deny her a

'Then you believe I care more for my own feelings than yours, Cathy?' he said. 'No, it was not because I

disliked Mr. Heathcliff, but because Mr. Heathcliff dislikes me; and is a most diabolical man, delighting to

wrong and ruin those he hates, if they give him the slightest opportunity. I knew that you could not keep up

an acquaintance with your cousin without being brought into contact with him; and I knew he would detest

you on my account; so for your own good, and nothing else, I took precautions that you should not see Linton

again. I meant to explain this some time as you grew older, and I'm sorry I delayed it.'

'But Mr. Heathcliff was quite cordial, papa,' observed Catherine, not at all convinced; 'and he didn't object to

our seeing each other: he said I might come to his house when I pleased; only I must not tell you, because you

had quarrelled with him, and would not forgive him for marrying aunt Isabella. And you won't. YOU are the

one to be blamed: he is willing to let us be friends, at least; Linton and I; and you are not.'

My master, perceiving that she would not take his word for her uncleinlaw's evil disposition, gave a hasty

sketch of his conduct to Isabella, and the manner in which Wuthering Heights became his property. He could

not bear to discourse long upon the topic; for though he spoke little of it, he still felt the same horror and

detestation of his ancient enemy that had occupied his heart ever since Mrs. Linton's death. 'She might have

been living yet, if it had not been for him!' was his constant bitter reflection; and, in his eyes, Heathcliff

seemed a murderer. Miss Cathy conversant with no bad deeds except her own slight acts of disobedience,

injustice, and passion, arising from hot temper and thoughtlessness, and repented of on the day they were

committed was amazed at the blackness of spirit that could brood on and cover revenge for years, and

deliberately prosecute its plans without a visitation of remorse. She appeared so deeply impressed and

shocked at this new view of human nature excluded from all her studies and all her ideas till now that Mr.

Edgar deemed it unnecessary to pursue the subject. He merely added: 'You will know hereafter, darling, why

I wish you to avoid his house and family; now return to your old employments and amusements, and think no

Catherine kissed her father, and sat down quietly to her lessons for a couple of hours, according to custom;

then she accompanied him into the grounds, and the whole day passed as usual: but in the evening, when she

had retired to her room, and I went to help her to undress, I found her crying, on her knees by the bedside.

'Oh, fie, silly child!' I exclaimed. 'If you had any real griefs you'd be ashamed to waste a tear on this little

contrariety. You never had one shadow of substantial sorrow, Miss Catherine. Suppose, for a minute, that

master and I were dead, and you were by yourself in the world: how would you feel, then? Compare the

present occasion with such an affliction as that, and be thankful for the friends you have, instead of coveting

'I'm not crying for myself, Ellen,' she answered, 'it's for him. He expected to see me again tomorrow, and

'Nonsense!' said I, 'do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? Hasn't he Hareton for

a companion? Not one in a hundred would weep at losing a relation they had just seen twice, for two

afternoons. Linton will conjecture how it is, and trouble himself no further about you.'

'But may I not write a note to tell him why I cannot come?' she asked, rising to her feet. 'And just send those

books I promised to lend him? His books are not as nice as mine, and he wanted to have them extremely,

'No, indeed! no, indeed!' replied I with decision. 'Then he would write to you, and there'd never be an end of

it. No, Miss Catherine, the acquaintance must be dropped entirely: so papa expects, and I shall see that it is

'But how can one little note ?' she recommenced, putting on an imploring countenance.

'Silence!' I interrupted. 'We'll not begin with your little notes. Get into bed.'

She threw at me a very naughty look, so naughty that I would not kiss her goodnight at first: I covered her

up, and shut her door, in great displeasure; but, repenting halfway, I returned softly, and lo! there was Miss

standing at the table with a bit of blank paper before her and a pencil in her hand, which she guiltily slipped

'You'll get nobody to take that, Catherine,' I said, 'if you write it; and at present I shall put out your candle.'

I set the extinguisher on the flame, receiving as I did so a slap on my hand and a petulant 'cross thing!' I then

quitted her again, and she drew the bolt in one of her worst, most peevish humours. The letter was finished

and forwarded to its destination by a milkfetcher who came from the village; but that I didn't learn till some

time afterwards. Weeks passed on, and Cathy recovered her temper; though she grew wondrous fond of

stealing off to corners by herself and often, if I came near her suddenly while reading, she would start and

bend over the book, evidently desirous to hide it; and I detected edges of loose paper sticking out beyond the

leaves. She also got a trick of coming down early in the morning and lingering about the kitchen, as if she

were expecting the arrival of something; and she had a small drawer in a cabinet in the library, which she

would trifle over for hours, and whose key she took special care to remove when she left it.

One day, as she inspected this drawer, I observed that the playthings and trinkets which recently formed its

contents were transmuted into bits of folded paper. My curiosity and suspicions were roused; I determined to

take a peep at her mysterious treasures; so, at night, as soon as she and my master were safe upstairs, I

searched, and readily found among my house keys one that would fit the lock. Having opened, I emptied the

whole contents into my apron, and took them with me to examine at leisure in my own chamber. Though I

could not but suspect, I was still surprised to discover that they were a mass of correspondence daily

almost, it must have been from Linton Heathcliff: answers to documents forwarded by her. The earlier

dated were embarrassed and short; gradually, however, they expanded into copious loveletters, foolish, as the

age of the writer rendered natural, yet with touches here and there which I thought were borrowed from a

more experienced source. Some of them struck me as singularly odd compounds of ardour and flatness;

commencing in strong feeling, and concluding in the affected, wordy style that a schoolboy might use to a

fancied, incorporeal sweetheart. Whether they satisfied Cathy I don't know; but they appeared very worthless

trash to me. After turning over as many as I thought proper, I tied them in a handkerchief and set them aside,

Following her habit, my young lady descended early, and visited the kitchen: I watched her go to the door, on

the arrival of a certain little boy; and, while the dairymaid filled his can, she tucked something into his jacket

pocket, and plucked something out. I went round by the garden, and laid wait for the messenger; who fought

valorously to defend his trust, and we spilt the milk between us; but I succeeded in abstracting the epistle;

and, threatening serious consequences if he did not look sharp home, I remained under the wall and perused

Miss Cathy's affectionate composition. It was more simple and more eloquent than her cousin's: very pretty

and very silly. I shook my head, and went meditating into the house. The day being wet, she could not divert

herself with rambling about the park; so, at the conclusion of her morning studies, she resorted to the solace

of the drawer. Her father sat reading at the table; and I, on purpose, had sought a bit of work in some

unripped fringes of the windowcurtain, keeping my eye steadily fixed on her proceedings. Never did any

bird flying back to a plundered nest, which it had left brimful of chirping young ones, express more complete

despair, in its anguished cries and flutterings, than she by her single 'Oh!' and the change that transfigured her

'Oh, Ellen! you have got them,' she commenced immediately, dropping on her knees, when we were enclosed

alone. 'Oh, give them to me, and I'll never, never do so again! Don't tell papa. You have not told papa, Ellen?

'So,' I exclaimed, 'Miss Catherine, you are tolerably far on, it seems: you may well be ashamed of them! A

fine bundle of trash you study in your leisure hours, to be sure: why, it's good enough to be printed! And what

do you suppose the master will think when I display it before him? I hav'n't shown it yet, but you needn't

imagine I shall keep your ridiculous secrets. For shame! and you must have led the way in writing such

'I didn't! I didn't!' sobbed Cathy, fit to break her heart. 'I didn't once think of loving him till '

'LOVING!' cried I, as scornfully as I could utter the word. 'LOVING! Did anybody ever hear the like! I might

just as well talk of loving the miller who comes once a year to buy our corn. Pretty loving, indeed! and both

times together you have seen Linton hardly four hours in your life! Now here is the babyish trash. I'm going

She sprang at her precious epistles, but I hold them above my head; and then she poured out further frantic

entreaties that I would burn them do anything rather than show them. And being really fully as much

inclined to laugh as scold for I esteemed it all girlish vanity I at length relented in a measure, and asked,

'If I consent to burn them, will you promise faithfully neither to send nor receive a letter again, nor a book

(for I perceive you have sent him books), nor locks of hair, nor rings, nor playthings?'

'I promise, Ellen!' she cried, catching my dress. 'Oh, put them in the fire, do, do!'

But when I proceeded to open a place with the poker the sacrifice was too painful to be borne. She earnestly

I unknotted the handkerchief, and commenced dropping them in from an angle, and the flame curled up the

'I will have one, you cruel wretch!' she screamed, darting her hand into the fire, and drawing forth some

'Very well and I will have some to exhibit to papa!' I answered, shaking back the rest into the bundle, and

She emptied her blackened pieces into the flames, and motioned me to finish the immolation. It was done; I

stirred up the ashes, and interred them under a shovelful of coals; and she mutely, and with a sense of intense

injury, retired to her private apartment. I descended to tell my master that the young lady's qualm of sickness

was almost gone, but I judged it best for her to lie down a while. She wouldn't dine; but she reappeared at tea,

pale, and red about the eyes, and marvellously subdued in outward aspect. Next morning I answered the letter

by a slip of paper, inscribed, 'Master Heathcliff is requested to send no more notes to Miss Linton, as she will

SUMMER drew to an end, and early autumn: it was past Michaelmas, but the harvest was late that year, and

a few of our fields were still uncleared. Mr. Linton and his daughter would frequently walk out among the

reapers; at the carrying of the last sheaves they stayed till dusk, and the evening happening to be chill and

damp, my master caught a bad cold, that settled obstinately on his lungs, and confined him indoors

Poor Cathy, frightened from her little romance, had been considerably sadder and duller since its

abandonment; and her father insisted on her reading less, and taking more exercise. She had his

companionship no longer; I esteemed it a duty to supply its lack, as much as possible, with mine: an

inefficient substitute; for I could only spare two or three hours, from my numerous diurnal occupations, to

follow her footsteps, and then my society was obviously less desirable than his.

On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and

paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds dark grey

streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain I requested my young lady to forego

her ramble, because I was certain of showers. She refused; and I unwillingly donned a cloak, and took my

umbrella to accompany her on a stroll to the bottom of the park: a formal walk which she generally affected if

lowspirited and that she invariably was when Mr. Edgar had been worse than ordinary, a thing never

known from his confession, but guessed both by her and me from his increased silence and the melancholy of

his countenance. She went sadly on: there was no running or bounding now, though the chill wind might well

have tempted her to race. And often, from the side of my eye, I could detect her raising a hand, and brushing

something off her cheek. I gazed round for a means of diverting her thoughts. On one side of the road rose a

high, rough bank, where hazels and stunted oaks, with their roots half exposed, held uncertain tenure: the soil

was too loose for the latter; and strong winds had blown some nearly horizontal. In summer Miss Catherine

delighted to climb along these trunks, and sit in the branches, swinging twenty feet above the ground; and I,

pleased with her agility and her light, childish heart, still considered it proper to scold every time I caught her

at such an elevation, but so that she knew there was no necessity for descending. From dinner to tea she

would lie in her breezerocked cradle, doing nothing except singing old songs my nursery lore to herself,

or watching the birds, joint tenants, feed and entice their young ones to fly: or nestling with closed lids, half

'Look, Miss!' I exclaimed, pointing to a nook under the roots of one twisted tree. 'Winter is not here yet.

There's a little flower up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in

July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up, and pluck it to show to papa?' Cathy stared a long time at the

lonely blossom trembling in its earthy shelter, and replied, at length 'No, I'll not touch it: but it looks

'Yes,' I observed, 'about as starved and suckless as you your cheeks are bloodless; let us take hold of hands

'No,' she repeated, and continued sauntering on, pausing at intervals to muse over a bit of moss, or a tuft of

blanched grass, or a fungus spreading its bright orange among the heaps of brown foliage; and, ever and

'Catherine, why are you crying, love?' I asked, approaching and putting my arm over her shoulder. 'You

'Oh, it will be something worse,' she said. 'And what shall I do when papa and you leave me, and I am by

myself? I can't forget your words, Ellen; they are always in my ear. How life will be changed, how dreary the

'None can tell whether you won't die before us,' I replied. 'It's wrong to anticipate evil. We'll hope there are

years and years to come before any of us go: master is young, and I am strong, and hardly fortyfive. My

mother lived till eighty, a canty dame to the last. And suppose Mr. Linton I were spared till he saw sixty, that

would be more years than you have counted, Miss. And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above

'But Aunt Isabella was younger than papa,' she remarked, gazing up with timid hope to seek further

'Aunt Isabella had not you and me to nurse her,' I replied. 'She wasn't as happy as Master: she hadn't as much

to live for. All you need do, is to wait well on your father, and cheer him by letting him see you cheerful; and

avoid giving him anxiety on any subject: mind that, Cathy! I'll not disguise but you might kill him if you

were wild and reckless, and cherished a foolish, fanciful affection for the son of a person who would be glad

to have him in his grave; and allowed him to discover that you fretted over the separation he has judged it

'I fret about nothing on earth except papa's illness,' answered my companion. 'I care for nothing in

comparison with papa. And I'll never never oh, never, while I have my senses, do an act or say a word to

vex him. I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: I pray every night that I may live after

him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be: that proves I love him better than myself.'

'Good words,' I replied. 'But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget

As we talked, we neared a door that opened on the road; and my young lady, lightening into sunshine again,

climbed up and seated herself on the top of the wall, reaching over to gather some hips that bloomed scarlet

on the summit branches of the wildrose trees shadowing the highway side: the lower fruit had disappeared,

but only birds could touch the upper, except from Cathy's present station. In stretching to pull them, her hat

fell off; and as the door was locked, she proposed scrambling down to recover it. I bid her be cautious lest she

got a fall, and she nimbly disappeared. But the return was no such easy matter: the stones were smooth and

neatly cemented, and the rosebushes and blackberry stragglers could yield no assistance in reascending. I,

like a fool, didn't recollect that, till I heard her laughing and exclaiming 'Ellen! you'll have to fetch the key,

or else I must run round to the porter's lodge. I can't scale the ramparts on this side!'

'Stay where you are,' I answered; 'I have my bundle of keys in my pocket: perhaps I may manage to open it; if

Catherine amused herself with dancing to and fro before the door, while I tried all the large keys in

succession. I had applied the last, and found that none would do; so, repeating my desire that she would

remain there, I was about to hurry home as fast as I could, when an approaching sound arrested me. It was the

'Ellen, I wish you could open the door,' whispered back my companion, anxiously.

'Ho, Miss Linton!' cried a deep voice (the rider's), 'I'm glad to meet you. Don't be in haste to enter, for I have

'I sha'n't speak to you, Mr. Heathcliff,' answered Catherine. 'Papa says you are a wicked man, and you hate

'That is nothing to the purpose,' said Heathcliff. (He it was.) 'I don't hate my son, I suppose; and it is

concerning him that I demand your attention. Yes; you have cause to blush. Two or three months since, were

you not in the habit of writing to Linton? making love in play, eh? You deserved, both of you, flogging for

that! You especially, the elder; and less sensitive, as it turns out. I've got your letters, and if you give me any

pertness I'll send them to your father. I presume you grew weary of the amusement and dropped it, didn't

you? Well, you dropped Linton with it into a Slough of Despond. He was in earnest: in love, really. As true

as I live, he's dying for you; breaking his heart at your fickleness: not figuratively, but actually. Though

Hareton has made him a standing jest for six weeks, and I have used more serious measures, and attempted to

frighten him out of his idiotcy, he gets worse daily; and he'll be under the sod before summer, unless you

'How can you lie so glaringly to the poor child?' I called from the inside. 'Pray ride on! How can you

deliberately get up such paltry falsehoods? Miss Cathy, I'll knock the lock off with a stone: you won't believe

that vile nonsense. You can feel in yourself it is impossible that a person should die for love of a stranger.'

'I was not aware there were eavesdroppers,' muttered the detected villain. 'Worthy Mrs. Dean, I like you, but I

don't like your doubledealing,' he added aloud. 'How could YOU lie so glaringly as to affirm I hated the

"poor child"? and invent bugbear stories to terrify her from my doorstones? Catherine Linton (the very

name warms me), my bonny lass, I shall be from home all this week; go and see if have not spoken truth: do,

there's a darling! Just imagine your father in my place, and Linton in yours; then think how you would value

your careless lover if he refused to stir a step to comfort you, when your father himself entreated him; and

don't, from pure stupidity, fall into the same error. I swear, on my salvation, he's going to his grave, and none

'I swear Linton is dying,' repeated Heathcliff, looking hard at me. 'And grief and disappointment are

hastening his death. Nelly, if you won't let her go, you can walk over yourself. But I shall not return till this

time next week; and I think your master himself would scarcely object to her visiting her cousin.'

'Come in,' said I, taking Cathy by the arm and half forcing her to reenter; for she lingered, viewing with

troubled eyes the features of the speaker, too stern to express his inward deceit.

He pushed his horse close, and, bending down, observed 'Miss Catherine, I'll own to you that I have little

patience with Linton; and Hareton and Joseph have less. I'll own that he's with a harsh set. He pines for

kindness, as well as love; and a kind word from you would be his best medicine. Don't mind Mrs. Dean's

cruel cautions; but be generous, and contrive to see him. He dreams of you day and night, and cannot be

I closed the door, and rolled a stone to assist the loosened lock in holding it; and spreading my umbrella, I

drew my charge underneath: for the rain began to drive through the moaning branches of the trees, and

warned us to avoid delay. Our hurry prevented any comment on the encounter with Heathcliff, as we

stretched towards home; but I divined instinctively that Catherine's heart was clouded now in double

darkness. Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers: she evidently regarded what she had heard as

The master had retired to rest before we came in. Cathy stole to his room to inquire how he was; he had fallen

asleep. She returned, and asked me to sit with her in the library. We took our tea together; and afterwards she

lay down on the rug, and told me not to talk, for she was weary. I got a book, and pretended to read. As soon

as she supposed me absorbed in my occupation, she recommenced her silent weeping: it appeared, at present,

her favourite diversion. I suffered her to enjoy it a while; then I expostulated: deriding and ridiculing all Mr.

Heathcliff's assertions about his son, as if I were certain she would coincide. Alas! I hadn't skill to counteract

'You may be right, Ellen,' she answered; 'but I shall never feel at ease till I know. And I must tell Linton it is

What use were anger and protestations against her silly credulity? We parted that night hostile; but next day

beheld me on the road to Wuthering Heights, by the side of my wilful young mistress's pony. I couldn't bear

to witness her sorrow: to see her pale, dejected countenance, and heavy eyes: and I yielded, in the faint hope

that Linton himself might prove, by his reception of us, how little of the tale was founded on fact.

THE rainy night had ushered in a misty morning half frost, half drizzle and temporary brooks crossed our

path gurgling from the uplands. My feet were thoroughly wetted; I was cross and low; exactly the humour

suited for making the most of these disagreeable things. We entered the farmhouse by the kitchen way, to

ascertain whether Mr. Heathcliff were really absent: because I put slight faith in his own affirmation.

Joseph seemed sitting in a sort of elysium alone, beside a roaring fire; a quart of ale on the table near him,

bristling with large pieces of toasted oatcake; and his black, short pipe in his mouth. Catherine ran to the

hearth to warm herself. I asked if the master was in? My question remained so long unanswered, that I

'Na ay!' he snarled, or rather screamed through his nose. 'Na ay! yah muh goa back whear yah coom

'Joseph!' cried a peevish voice, simultaneously with me, from the inner room. 'How often am I to call you?

Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear for this appeal. The housekeeper

and Hareton were invisible; one gone on an errand, and the other at his work, probably. We knew Linton's

'Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starved to death!' said the boy, mistaking our approach for that of his

'Is that you, Miss Linton?' he said, raising his head from the arm of the great chair, in which he reclined. 'No

don't kiss me: it takes my breath. Dear me! Papa said you would call,' continued he, after recovering a little

from Catherine's embrace; while she stood by looking very contrite. 'Will you shut the door, if you please?

you left it open; and those those DETESTABLE creatures won't bring coals to the fire. It's so cold!'

I stirred up the cinders, and fetched a scuttleful myself. The invalid complained of being covered with ashes;

but he had a tiresome cough, and looked feverish and ill, so I did not rebuke his temper.

'Well, Linton,' murmured Catherine, when his corrugated brow relaxed, 'are you glad to see me? Can I do you

'Why didn't you come before?' he asked. 'You should have come, instead of writing. It tired me dreadfully

writing those long letters. I'd far rather have talked to you. Now, I can neither bear to talk, nor anything else. I

wonder where Zillah is! Will you' (looking at me) 'step into the kitchen and see?'

I had received no thanks for my other service; and being unwilling to run to and fro at his behest, I replied

'I want to drink,' he exclaimed fretfully, turning away. 'Zillah is constantly gadding off to Gimmerton since

papa went: it's miserable! And I'm obliged to come down here they resolved never to hear me upstairs.'

'Is your father attentive to you, Master Heathcliff?' I asked, perceiving Catherine to be checked in her friendly

'Attentive? He makes them a little more attentive at least,' he cried. 'The wretches! Do you know, Miss

Linton, that brute Hareton laughs at me! I hate him! indeed, I hate them all: they are odious beings.'

Cathy began searching for some water; she lighted on a pitcher in the dresser, filled a tumbler, and brought it.

He bid her add a spoonful of wine from a bottle on the table; and having swallowed a small portion, appeared

'And are you glad to see me?' asked she, reiterating her former question and pleased to detect the faint dawn

'Yes, I am. It's something new to hear a voice like yours!' he replied. 'But I have been vexed, because you

wouldn't come. And papa swore it was owing to me: he called me a pitiful, shuffling, worthless thing; and

said you despised me; and if he had been in my place, he would be more the master of the Grange than your

'I wish you would say Catherine, or Cathy,' interrupted my young lady. 'Despise you? No! Next to papa and

Ellen, I love you better than anybody living. I don't love Mr. Heathcliff, though; and I dare not come when he

'Not many,' answered Linton; 'but he goes on to the moors frequently, since the shooting season commenced;

and you might spend an hour or two with me in his absence. Do say you will. I think I should not be peevish

with you: you'd not provoke me, and you'd always be ready to help me, wouldn't you?'

'Yes" said Catherine, stroking his long soft hair: 'if I could only get papa's consent, I'd spend half my time

'And then you would like me as well as your father?' observed he, more cheerfully. 'But papa says you would

love me better than him and all the world, if you were my wife; so I'd rather you were that.'

'No, I should never love anybody better than papa,' she returned gravely. 'And people hate their wives,

sometimes; but not their sisters and brothers: and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa

Linton denied that people ever hated their wives; but Cathy affirmed they did, and, in her wisdom, instanced

his own father's aversion to her aunt. I endeavoured to stop her thoughtless tongue. I couldn't succeed till

everything she knew was out. Master Heathcliff, much irritated, asserted her relation was false.

'Yours is a wicked man,' retorted Catherine; 'and you are very naughty to dare to repeat what he says. He

'Well, I'll tell you something!' said Linton. 'Your mother hated your father: now then.'

'You little liar! I hate you now!' she panted, and her face grew red with passion.

'She did! she did!' sang Linton, sinking into the recess of his chair, and leaning back his head to enjoy the

'It isn't: you hold your tongue!' he answered. 'She did, she did, Catherine! she did, she did!'

Cathy, beside herself, gave the chair a violent push, and caused him to fall against one arm. He was

immediately seized by a suffocating cough that soon ended his triumph. It lasted so long that it frightened

even me. As to his cousin, she wept with all her might, aghast at the mischief she had done: though she said

nothing. I held him till the fit exhausted itself. Then he thrust me away, and leant his head down silently.

Catherine quelled her lamentations also, took a seat opposite, and looked solemnly into the fire.

'How do you feel now, Master Heathcliff?' I inquired, after waiting ten minutes.

'I wish SHE felt as I do,' he replied: 'spiteful, cruel thing! Hareton never touches me: he never struck me in

'I didn't strike you!' muttered Cathy, chewing her lip to prevent another burst of emotion.

He sighed and moaned like one under great suffering, and kept it up for a quarter of an hour; on purpose to

distress his cousin apparently, for whenever he caught a stifled sob from her he put renewed pain and pathos

'I'm sorry I hurt you, Linton,' she said at length, racked beyond endurance. 'But I couldn't have been hurt by

that little push, and I had no idea that you could, either: you're not much, are you, Linton? Don't let me go

'I can't speak to you,' he murmured; 'you've hurt me so that I shall lie awake all night choking with this cough.

If you had it you'd know what it was; but YOU'LL be comfortably asleep while I'm in agony, and nobody

near me. I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!' And he began to wail aloud, for very pity

'Since you are in the habit of passing dreadful nights,' I said, 'it won't be Miss who spoils your ease: you'd be

the same had she never come. However, she shall not disturb you again; and perhaps you'll get quieter when

'Must I go?' asked Catherine dolefully, bending over him. 'Do you want me to go, Linton?'

'You can't alter what you've done,' he replied pettishly, shrinking from her, 'unless you alter it for the worse

She lingered, and resisted my persuasions to departure a tiresome while; but as he neither looked up nor

spoke, she finally made a movement to the door, and I followed. We were recalled by a scream. Linton had

slid from his seat on to the hearthstone, and lay writhing in the mere perverseness of an indulged plague of a

child, determined to be as grievous and harassing as it can. I thoroughly gauged his disposition from his

behaviour, and saw at once it would be folly to attempt humouring him. Not so my companion: she ran back

in terror, knelt down, and cried, and soothed, and entreated, till he grew quiet from lack of breath: by no

'I shall lift him on to the settle,' I said, 'and he may roll about as he pleases: we can't stop to watch him. I hope

you are satisfied, Miss Cathy, that you are not the person to benefit him; and that his condition of health is

not occasioned by attachment to you. Now, then, there he is! Come away: as soon as he knows there is

She placed a cushion under his head, and offered him some water; he rejected the latter, and tossed uneasily

on the former, as if it were a stone or a block of wood. She tried to put it more comfortably.

He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and converted her shoulder into a support.

'No, that won't do,' I said. 'You'll be content with the cushion, Master Heathcliff. Miss has wasted too much

'Yes, yes, we can!' replied Cathy. 'He's good and patient now. He's beginning to think I shall have far greater

misery than he will tonight, if I believe he is the worse for my visit: and then I dare not come again. Tell the

'You must come, to cure me,' he answered. 'You ought to come, because you have hurt me: you know you

'But you've made yourself ill by crying and being in a passion. I didn't do it all,' said his cousin. 'However,

we'll be friends now. And you want me: you would wish to see me sometimes, really?'

'I told you I did,' he replied impatiently. 'Sit on the settle and let me lean on your knee. That's as mamma used

to do, whole afternoons together. Sit quite still and don't talk: but you may sing a song, if you can sing; or

you may say a nice long interesting ballad one of those you promised to teach me; or a story. I'd rather have

Catherine repeated the longest she could remember. The employment pleased both mightily. Linton would

have another, and after that another, notwithstanding my strenuous objections; and so they went on until the

clock struck twelve, and we heard Hareton in the court, returning for his dinner.

'And tomorrow, Catherine, will you be here tomorrow?' asked young Heathcliff, holding her frock as she

'No,' I answered, 'nor next day neither.' She, however, gave a different response evidently, for his forehead

'You won't go tomorrow, recollect, Miss!' I commenced, when we were out of the house. 'You are not

'Oh, I'll take good care,' I continued: 'I'll have that lock mended, and you can escape by no way else.'

'I can get over the wall,' she said laughing. 'The Grange is not a prison, Ellen, and you are not my gaoler. And

besides, I'm almost seventeen: I'm a woman. And I'm certain Linton would recover quickly if he had me to

look after him. I'm older than he is, you know, and wiser: less childish, am I not? And he'll soon do as I direct

him, with some slight coaxing. He's a pretty little darling when he's good. I'd make such a pet of him, if he

were mine. We should, never quarrel, should we after we were used to each other? Don't you like him, Ellen?'

'Like him!' I exclaimed. 'The worsttempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into its teens. Happily, as

Mr. Heathcliff conjectured, he'll not win twenty. I doubt whether he'll see spring, indeed. And small loss to

his family whenever he drops off. And lucky it is for us that his father took him: the kinder he was treated,

the more tedious and selfish he'd be. I'm glad you have no chance of having him for a husband, Miss

My companion waxed serious at hearing this speech. To speak of his death so regardlessly wounded her

'He's younger than I,' she answered, after a protracted pause of meditation, 'and he ought to live the longest:

he will he must live as long as I do. He's as strong now as when he first came into the north; I'm positive of

that. It's only a cold that ails him, the same as papa has. You say papa will get better, and why shouldn't he?'

'Well, well,' I cried, 'after all, we needn't trouble ourselves; for listen, Miss, and mind, I'll keep my word,

if you attempt going to Wuthering Heights again, with or without me, I shall inform Mr. Linton, and, unless

'We'll see,' was her reply, and she set off at a gallop, leaving me to toil in the rear.

We both reached home before our dinnertime; my master supposed we had been wandering through the

park, and therefore he demanded no explanation of our absence. As soon as I entered I hastened to change my

soaked shoes and stockings; but sitting such awhile at the Heights had done the mischief. On the succeeding

morning I was laid up, and during three weeks I remained incapacitated for attending to my duties: a calamity

My little mistress behaved like an angel in coming to wait on me, and cheer my solitude; the confinement

brought me exceedingly low. It is wearisome, to a stirring active body: but few have slighter reasons for

complaint than I had. The moment Catherine left Mr. Linton's room she appeared at my bedside. Her day was

divided between us; no amusement usurped a minute: she neglected her meals, her studies, and her play; and

she was the fondest nurse that ever watched. She must have had a warm heart, when she loved her father so,

to give so much to me. I said her days were divided between us; but the master retired early, and I generally

needed nothing after six o'clock, thus the evening was her own. Poor thing! I never considered what she did

with herself after tea. And though frequently, when she looked in to bid me goodnight, I remarked a fresh

colour in her cheeks and a pinkness over her slender fingers, instead of fancying the line borrowed from a

cold ride across the moors, I laid it to the charge of a hot fire in the library.

AT the close of three weeks I was able to quit my chamber and move about the house. And on the first

occasion of my sitting up in the evening I asked Catherine to read to me, because my eyes were weak. We

were in the library, the master having gone to bed: she consented, rather unwillingly, I fancied; and imagining

my sort of books did not suit her, I bid her please herself in the choice of what she perused. She selected one

of her own favourites, and got forward steadily about an hour; then came frequent questions.

'Ellen, are not you tired? Hadn't you better lie down now? You'll be sick, keeping up so long, Ellen.'

Perceiving me immovable, she essayed another method of showing her disrelish for her occupation. It

That was worse: she fretted and sighed, and looked at her watch till eight, and finally went to her room,

completely overdone with sleep; judging by her peevish, heavy look, and the constant rubbing she inflicted

on her eyes. The following night she seemed more impatient still; and on the third from recovering my

company she complained of a headache, and left me. I thought her conduct odd; and having remained alone a

long while, I resolved on going and inquiring whether she were better, and asking her to come and lie on the

sofa, instead of upstairs in the dark. No Catherine could I discover upstairs, and none below. The servants

affirmed they had not seen her. I listened at Mr. Edgar's door; all was silence. I returned to her apartment,

The moon shone bright; a sprinkling of snow covered the ground, and I reflected that she might, possibly,

have taken it into her head to walk about the garden, for refreshment. I did detect a figure creeping along the

inner fence of the park; but it was not my young mistress: on its emerging into the light, I recognised one of

the grooms. He stood a considerable period, viewing the carriageroad through the grounds; then started off

at a brisk pace, as if he had detected something, and reappeared presently, leading Miss's pony; and there she

was, just dismounted, and walking by its side. The man took his charge stealthily across the grass towards the

stable. Cathy entered by the casementwindow of the drawingroom, and glided noiselessly up to where I

awaited her. She put the door gently too, slipped off her snowy shoes, untied her hat, and was proceeding,

unconscious of my espionage, to lay aside her mantle, when I suddenly rose and revealed myself. The

surprise petrified her an instant: she uttered an inarticulate exclamation, and stood fixed.

'My dear Miss Catherine,' I began, too vividly impressed by her recent kindness to break into a scold, 'where

have you been riding out at this hour? And why should you try to deceive me by telling a tale? Where have

'Oh, Catherine!' I cried, sorrowfully. 'You know you have been doing wrong, or you wouldn't be driven to

uttering an untruth to me. That does grieve me. I'd rather be three months ill, than hear you frame a deliberate

'Well, Ellen, I'm so afraid of you being angry,' she said. 'Promise not to be angry, and you shall know the very

We sat down in the windowseat; I assured her I would not scold, whatever her secret might be, and I

'I've been to Wuthering Heights, Ellen, and I've never missed going a day since you fell ill; except thrice

before, and twice after you left your room. I gave Michael books and pictures to prepare Minny every

evening, and to put her back in the stable: you mustn't scold him either, mind. I was at the Heights by

halfpast six, and generally stayed till halfpast eight, and then galloped home. It was not to amuse myself

that I went: I was often wretched all the time. Now and then I was happy: once in a week perhaps. At first, I

expected there would be sad work persuading you to let me keep my word to Linton: for I had engaged to call

again next day, when we quitted him; but, as you stayed upstairs on the morrow, I escaped that trouble.

While Michael was refastening the lock of the park door in the afternoon, I got possession of the key, and

told him how my cousin wished me to visit him, because he was sick, and couldn't come to the Grange; and

how papa would object to my going: and then I negotiated with him about the pony. He is fond of reading,

and he thinks of leaving soon to get married; so he offered, if I would lend him books out of the library, to do

what I wished: but I preferred giving him my own, and that satisfied him better.

'On my second visit Linton seemed in lively spirits; and Zillah (that is their housekeeper) made us a clean

room and a good fire, and told us that, as Joseph was out at a prayermeeting and Hareton Earnshaw was off

with his dogs robbing our woods of pheasants, as I heard afterwards we might do what we liked. She

brought me some warm wine and gingerbread, and appeared exceedingly goodnatured, and Linton sat in the

armchair, and I in the little rocking chair on the hearthstone, and we laughed and talked so merrily, and

found so much to say: we planned where we would go, and what we would do in summer. I needn't repeat

'One time, however, we were near quarrelling. He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was

lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming

dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun

shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a

rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only

larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors

seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to

the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy. He wanted all to

lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be

only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not

breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish. At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather

'After sitting still an hour, I looked at the great room with its smooth uncarpeted floor, and thought how nice

it would be to play in, if we removed the table; and I asked Linton to call Zillah in to help us, and we'd have a

game at blindman'sbuff; she should try to catch us: you used to, you know, Ellen. He wouldn't: there was no

pleasure in it, he said; but he consented to play at ball with me. We found two in a cupboard, among a heap of

old toys, tops, and hoops, and battledores and shuttlecocks. One was marked C., and the other H.; I wished to

have the C., because that stood for Catherine, and the H. might be for Heathcliff, his name; but the bran came

out of H., and Linton didn't like it. I beat him constantly: and he got cross again, and coughed, and returned to

his chair. That night, though, he easily recovered his good humour: he was charmed with two or three pretty

songs YOUR songs, Ellen; and when I was obliged to go, he begged and entreated me to come the

following evening; and I promised. Minny and I went flying home as light as air; and I dreamt of Wuthering

'On the morrow I was sad; partly because you were poorly, and partly that I wished my father knew, and

approved of my excursions: but it was beautiful moonlight after tea; and, as I rode on, the gloom cleared. I

shall have another happy evening, I thought to myself; and what delights me more, my pretty Linton will. I

trotted up their garden, and was turning round to the back, when that fellow Earnshaw met me, took my

bridle, and bid me go in by the front entrance. He patted Minny's neck, and said she was a bonny beast, and

appeared as if he wanted me to speak to him. I only told him to leave my horse alone, or else it would kick

him. He answered in his vulgar accent, "It wouldn't do mitch hurt if it did;" and surveyed its legs with a

smile. I was half inclined to make it try; however, he moved off to open the door, and, as he raised the latch,

he looked up to the inscription above, and said, with a stupid mixture of awkwardness and elation: "Miss

'"And the figures?" I cried, encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt.

'The fool stared, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes, as if uncertain

whether he might not join in my mirth: whether it were not pleasant familiarity, or what it really was,

contempt. I settled his doubts, by suddenly retrieving my gravity and desiring him to walk away, for I came

to see Linton, not him. He reddened I saw that by the moonlight dropped his hand from the latch, and

skulked off, a picture of mortified vanity. He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose,

because he could spell his own name; and was marvellously discomfited that I didn't think the same.'

'Stop, Miss Catherine, dear!' I interrupted. 'I shall not scold, but I don't like your conduct there. If you had

remembered that Hareton was your cousin as much as Master Heathcliff, you would have felt how improper

it was to behave in that way. At least, it was praiseworthy ambition for him to desire to be as accomplished as

Linton; and probably he did not learn merely to show off: you had made him ashamed of his ignorance

before, I have no doubt; and he wished to remedy it and please you. To sneer at his imperfect attempt was

very bad breeding. Had you been brought up in his circumstances, would you be less rude? He was as quick

and as intelligent a child as ever you were; and I'm hurt that he should be despised now, because that base

'Well, Ellen, you won't cry about it, will you?' she exclaimed, surprised at my earnestness. 'But wait, and you

shall hear if he conned his A B C to please me; and if it were worth while being civil to the brute. I entered;

'"I'm ill tonight, Catherine, love," he said; "and you must have all the talk, and let me listen. Come, and sit

by me. I was sure you wouldn't break your word, and I'll make you promise again, before you go."

'I knew now that I mustn't tease him, as he was ill; and I spoke softly and put no questions, and avoided

irritating him in any way. I had brought some of my nicest books for him: he asked me to read a little of one,

and I was about to comply, when Earnshaw burst the door open: having gathered venom with reflection. He

'"Get to thy own room!" he said, in a voice almost inarticulate with passion; and his face looked swelled and

furious. "Take her there if she comes to see thee: thou shalln't keep me out of this. Begone wi' ye both!"

'He swore at us, and left Linton no time to answer, nearly throwing him into the kitchen; and he clenched his

fist as I followed, seemingly longing to knock me down. I was afraid for a moment, and I let one volume fall;

he kicked it after me, and shut us out. I heard a malignant, crackly laugh by the fire, and turning, beheld that

'"I wer sure he'd sarve ye out! He's a grand lad! He's getten t' raight sperrit in him! HE knaws ay, he knaws,

as weel as I do, who sud be t' maister yonder Ech, ech, ech! He made ye skift properly! Ech, ech, ech!"

'"Where must we go?" I asked of my cousin, disregarding the old wretch's mockery.

'Linton was white and trembling. He was not pretty then, Ellen: oh, no! he looked frightful; for his thin face

and large eyes were wrought into an expression of frantic, powerless fury. He grasped the handle of the door,

'"If you don't let me in, I'll kill you! If you don't let me in, I'll kill you!" he rather shrieked than said. "Devil!

'"Thear, that's t' father!" he cried. "That's father! We've allas summut o' either side in us. Niver heed, Hareton,

'I took hold of Linton's hands, and tried to pull him away; but he shrieked so shockingly that I dared not

proceed. At last his cries were choked by a dreadful fit of coughing; blood gushed from his mouth, and he fell

on the ground. I ran into the yard, sick with terror; and called for Zillah, as loud as I could. She soon heard

me: she was milking the cows in a shed behind the barn, and hurrying from her work, she inquired what there

was to do? I hadn't breath to explain; dragging her in, I looked about for Linton. Earnshaw had come out to

examine the mischief he had caused, and he was then conveying the poor thing upstairs. Zillah and I

ascended after him; but he stopped me at the top of the steps, and said I shouldn't go in: I must go home. I

exclaimed that he had killed Linton, and I WOULD enter. Joseph locked the door, and declared I should do

"no sich stuff," and asked me whether I were "bahn to be as mad as him." I stood crying till the housekeeper

reappeared. She affirmed he would be better in a bit, but he couldn't do with that shrieking and din; and she

'Ellen, I was ready to tear my hair off my head! I sobbed and wept so that my eyes were almost blind; and the

ruffian you have such sympathy with stood opposite: presuming every now and then to bid me "wisht," and

denying that it was his fault; and, finally, frightened by my assertions that I would tell papa, and that he

should be put in prison and hanged, he commenced blubbering himself, and hurried out to hide his cowardly

agitation. Still, I was not rid of him: when at length they compelled me to depart, and I had got some hundred

yards off the premises, he suddenly issued from the shadow of the roadside, and checked Minny and took

'I gave him a cut with my whip, thinking perhaps he would murder me. He let go, thundering one of his

'I didn't bid you goodnight that evening, and I didn't go to Wuthering Heights the next: I wished to go

exceedingly; but I was strangely excited, and dreaded to hear that Linton was dead, sometimes; and

sometimes shuddered at the thought of encountering Hareton. On the third day I took courage: at least, I

couldn't bear longer suspense, and stole off once more. I went at five o'clock, and walked; fancying I might

manage to creep into the house, and up to Linton's room, unobserved. However, the dogs gave notice of my

approach. Zillah received me, and saying "the lad was mending nicely," showed me into a small, tidy,

carpeted apartment, where, to my inexpressible joy, I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa, reading one of my

books. But he would neither speak to me nor look at me, through a whole hour, Ellen: he has such an

unhappy temper. And what quite confounded me, when he did open his mouth, it was to utter the falsehood

that I had occasioned the uproar, and Hareton was not to blame! Unable to reply, except passionately, I got up

and walked from the room. He sent after me a faint "Catherine!" He did not reckon on being answered so: but

I wouldn't turn back; and the morrow was the second day on which I stayed at home, nearly determined to

visit him no more. But it was so miserable going to bed and getting up, and never hearing anything about

him, that my resolution melted into air before it was properly formed. It had appeared wrong to take the

journey once; now it seemed wrong to refrain. Michael came to ask if he must saddle Minny; I said "Yes,"

and considered myself doing a duty as she bore me over the hills. I was forced to pass the front windows to

'"Young master is in the house," said Zillah, as she saw me making for the parlour. I went in; Earnshaw was

there also, but he quitted the room directly. Linton sat in the great armchair half asleep; walking up to the

'"As you don't like me, Linton, and as you think I come on purpose to hurt you, and pretend that I do so every

time, this is our last meeting: let us say goodbye; and tell Mr. Heathcliff that you have no wish to see me,

'"Sit down and take your hat off, Catherine," he answered. "You are so much happier than I am, you ought to

be better. Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt

myself. I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross

and bitter, I hate everybody! I am worthless, and bad in temper, and bad in spirit, almost always; and, if you

choose, you may say goodbye: you'll get rid of an annoyance. Only, Catherine, do me this justice: believe

that if I might be as sweet, and as kind, and as good as you are, I would be; as willingly, and more so, than as

happy and as healthy. And believe that your kindness has made me love you deeper than if I deserved your

love: and though I couldn't, and cannot help showing my nature to you, I regret it and repent it; and shall

'I felt he spoke the truth; and I felt I must forgive him: and, though we should quarrel the next moment, I must

forgive him again. We were reconciled; but we cried, both of us, the whole time I stayed: not entirely for

sorrow; yet I WAS sorry Linton had that distorted nature. He'll never let his friends be at ease, and he'll never

be at ease himself! I have always gone to his little parlour, since that night; because his father returned the

'About three times, I think, we have been merry and hopeful, as we were the first evening; the rest of my

visits were dreary and troubled: now with his selfishness and spite, and now with his sufferings: but I've

learned to endure the former with nearly as little resentment as the latter. Mr. Heathcliff purposely avoids me:

I have hardly seen him at all. Last Sunday, indeed, coming earlier than usual, I heard him abusing poor

Linton cruelly for his conduct of the night before. I can't tell how he knew of it, unless he listened. Linton had

certainly behaved provokingly: however, it was the business of nobody but me, and I interrupted Mr.

Heathcliff's lecture by entering and telling him so. He burst into a laugh, and went away, saying he was glad I

took that view of the matter. Since then, I've told Linton he must whisper his bitter things. Now, Ellen, you

have heard all. I can't be prevented from going to Wuthering Heights, except by inflicting misery on two

people; whereas, if you'll only not tell papa, my going need disturb the tranquillity of none. You'll not tell,

'I'll make up my mind on that point by tomorrow, Miss Catherine,' I replied. 'It requires some study; and so

I thought it over aloud, in my master's presence; walking straight from her room to his, and relating the whole

story: with the exception of her conversations with her cousin, and any mention of Hareton. Mr. Linton was

alarmed and distressed, more than he would acknowledge to me. In the morning, Catherine learnt my betrayal

of her confidence, and she learnt also that her secret visits were to end. In vain she wept and writhed against

the interdict, and implored her father to have pity on Linton: all she got to comfort her was a promise that he

would write and give him leave to come to the Grange when he pleased; but explaining that he must no

longer expect to see Catherine at Wuthering Heights. Perhaps, had he been aware of his nephew's disposition

and state of health, he would have seen fit to withhold even that slight consolation.

'THESE things happened last winter, sir,' said Mrs. Dean; 'hardly more than a year ago. Last winter, I did not

think, at another twelve months' end, I should be amusing a stranger to the family with relating them! Yet,

who knows how long you'll be a stranger? You're too young to rest always contented, living by yourself; and

I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her. You smile; but why do you look so

lively and interested when I talk about her? and why have you asked me to hang her picture over your

'Stop, my good friend!' I cried. 'It may be very possible that I should love her; but would she love me? I doubt

it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation: and then my home is not here. I'm of the

busy world, and to its arms I must return. Go on. Was Catherine obedient to her father's commands?'

'She was,' continued the housekeeper. 'Her affection for him was still the chief sentiment in her heart; and he

spoke without anger: he spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes,

where his remembered words would be the only aid that he could bequeath to guide her. He said to me, a few

days afterwards, "I wish my nephew would write, Ellen, or call. Tell me, sincerely, what you think of him: is

he changed for the better, or is there a prospect of improvement, as he grows a man?"

'"He's very delicate, sir," I replied; "and scarcely likely to reach manhood: but this I can say, he does not

resemble his father; and if Miss Catherine had the misfortune to marry him, he would not be beyond her

control: unless she were extremely and foolishly indulgent. However, master, you'll have plenty of time to get

acquainted with him and see whether he would suit her: it wants four years and more to his being of age."'

Edgar sighed; and, walking to the window, looked out towards Gimmerton Kirk. It was a misty afternoon, but

the February sun shone dimly, and we could just distinguish the two firtrees in the yard, and the

'I've prayed often,' he half soliloquised, 'for the approach of what is coming; and now I begin to shrink, and

fear it. I thought the memory of the hour I came down that glen a bridegroom would be less sweet than the

anticipation that I was soon, in a few months, or, possibly, weeks, to be carried up, and laid in its lonely

hollow! Ellen, I've been very happy with my little Cathy: through winter nights and summer days she was a

living hope at my side. But I've been as happy musing by myself among those stones, under that old church:

lying, through the long June evenings, on the green mound of her mother's grave, and wishing yearning for

the time when I might lie beneath it. What can I do for Cathy? How must I quit her? I'd not care one moment

for Linton being Heathcliff's son; nor for his taking her from me, if he could console her for my loss. I'd not

care that Heathcliff gained his ends, and triumphed in robbing me of my last blessing! But should Linton be

unworthy only a feeble tool to his father I cannot abandon her to him! And, hard though it be to crush her

buoyant spirit, I must persevere in making her sad while I live, and leaving her solitary when I die. Darling!

'Resign her to God as it is, sir,' I answered, 'and if we should lose you which may He forbid under His

providence, I'll stand her friend and counsellor to the last. Miss Catherine is a good girl: I don't fear that she

will go wilfully wrong; and people who do their duty are always finally rewarded.'

Spring advanced; yet my master gathered no real strength, though he resumed his walks in the grounds with

his daughter. To her inexperienced notions, this itself was a sign of convalescence; and then his cheek was

often flushed, and his eyes were bright; she felt sure of his recovering. On her seventeenth birthday, he did

not visit the churchyard: it was raining, and I observed 'You'll surely not go out tonight, sir?'

He answered, 'No, I'll defer it this year a little longer.' He wrote again to Linton, expressing his great desire

to see him; and, had the invalid been presentable, I've no doubt his father would have permitted him to come.

As it was, being instructed, he returned an answer, intimating that Mr. Heathcliff objected to his calling at the

Grange; but his uncle's kind remembrance delighted him, and he hoped to meet him sometimes in his

rambles, and personally to petition that his cousin and he might not remain long so utterly divided.

That part of his letter was simple, and probably his own. Heathcliff knew he could plead eloquently for

'I do not ask,' he said, 'that she may visit here; but am I never to see her, because my father forbids me to go

to her home, and you forbid her to come to mine? Do, now and then, ride with her towards the Heights; and

let us exchange a few words, in your presence! We have done nothing to deserve this separation; and you are

not angry with me: you have no reason to dislike me, you allow, yourself. Dear uncle! send me a kind note

tomorrow, and leave to join you anywhere you please, except at Thrushcross Grange. I believe an interview

would convince you that my father's character is not mine: he affirms I am more your nephew than his son;

and though I have faults which render me unworthy of Catherine, she has excused them, and for her sake, you

should also. You inquire after my health it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed

to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?'

Edgar, though he felt for the boy, could not consent to grant his request; because he could not accompany

Catherine. He said, in summer, perhaps, they might meet: meantime, he wished him to continue writing at

intervals, and engaged to give him what advice and comfort he was able by letter; being well aware of his

hard position in his family. Linton complied; and had he been unrestrained, would probably have spoiled all

by filling his epistles with complaints and lamentations. but his father kept a sharp watch over him; and, of

course, insisted on every line that my master sent being shown; so, instead of penning his peculiar personal

sufferings and distresses, the themes constantly uppermost in his thoughts, he harped on the cruel obligation

of being held asunder from his friend and love; and gently intimated that Mr. Linton must allow an interview

Cathy was a powerful ally at home; and between them they at length persuaded my master to acquiesce in

their having a ride or a walk together about once a week, under my guardianship, and on the moors nearest

the Grange: for June found him still declining. Though he had set aside yearly a portion of his income for my

young lady's fortune, he had a natural desire that she might retain or at least return in a short time to the

house of her ancestors; and he considered her only prospect of doing that was by a union with his heir; he had

no idea that the latter was failing almost as fast as himself; nor had any one, I believe: no doctor visited the

Heights, and no one saw Master Heathcliff to make report of his condition among us. I, for my part, began to

fancy my forebodings were false, and that he must be actually rallying, when he mentioned riding and

walking on the moors, and seemed so earnest in pursuing his object. I could not picture a father treating a

dying child as tyrannically and wickedly as I afterwards learned Heathcliff had treated him, to compel this

apparent eagerness: his efforts redoubling the more imminently his avaricious and unfeeling plans were

SUMMER was already past its prime, when Edgar reluctantly yielded his assent to their entreaties, and

Catherine and I set out on our first ride to join her cousin. It was a close, sultry day: devoid of sunshine, but

with a sky too dappled and hazy to threaten rain: and our place of meeting had been fixed at the guidestone,

by the crossroads. On arriving there, however, a little herdboy, despatched as a messenger, told us that,

'Maister Linton wer just o' this side th' Heights: and he'd be mitch obleeged to us to gang on a bit further.'

'Then Master Linton has forgot the first injunction of his uncle,' I observed: 'he bid us keep on the Grange

'Well, we'll turn our horses' heads round when we reach him,' answered my companion; 'our excursion shall

But when we reached him, and that was scarcely a quarter of a mile from his own door, we found he had no

horse; and we were forced to dismount, and leave ours to graze. He lay on the heath, awaiting our approach,

and did not rise till we came within a few yards. Then he walked so feebly, and looked so pale, that I

immediately exclaimed, 'Why, Master Heathcliff, you are not fit for enjoying a ramble this morning. How

Catherine surveyed him with grief and astonishment: she changed the ejaculation of joy on her lips to one of

alarm; and the congratulation on their longpostponed meeting to an anxious inquiry, whether he were worse

'No better better!' he panted, trembling, and retaining her hand as if he needed its support, while his large

blue eyes wandered timidly over her; the hollowness round them transforming to haggard wildness the

'But you have been worse,' persisted his cousin; 'worse than when I saw you last; you are thinner, and '

'I'm tired,' he interrupted, hurriedly. 'It is too hot for walking, let us rest here. And, in the morning, I often feel

'This is something like your paradise,' said she, making an effort at cheerfulness. 'You recollect the two days

we agreed to spend in the place and way each thought pleasantest? This is nearly yours, only there are clouds;

but then they are so soft and mellow: it is nicer than sunshine. Next week, if you can, we'll ride down to the

Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any

kind of conversation. His lack of interest in the subjects she started, and his equal incapacity to contribute to

her entertainment, were so obvious that she could not conceal her disappointment. An indefinite alteration

had come over his whole person and manner. The pettishness that might be caressed into fondness, had

yielded to a listless apathy; there was less of the peevish temper of a child which frets and teases on purpose

to be soothed, and more of the selfabsorbed moroseness of a confirmed invalid, repelling consolation, and

ready to regard the goodhumoured mirth of others as an insult. Catherine perceived, as well as I did, that he

held it rather a punishment, than a gratification, to endure our company; and she made no scruple of

proposing, presently, to depart. That proposal, unexpectedly, roused Linton from his lethargy, and threw him

into a strange state of agitation. He glanced fearfully towards the Heights, begging she would remain another

'But I think,' said Cathy, 'you'd be more comfortable at home than sitting here; and I cannot amuse you

today, I see, by my tales, and songs, and chatter: you have grown wiser than I, in these six months; you have

little taste for my diversions now: or else, if I could amuse you, I'd willingly stay.'

'Stay to rest yourself,' he replied. 'And, Catherine, don't think or say that I'm VERY unwell: it is the heavy

weather and heat that make me dull; and I walked about, before you came, a great deal for me. Tell uncle I'm

'I'll tell him that YOU say so, Linton. I couldn't affirm that you are,' observed my young lady, wondering at

'And be here again next Thursday,' continued he, shunning her puzzled gaze. 'And give him my thanks for

permitting you to come my best thanks, Catherine. And and, if you DID meet my father, and he asked

you about me, don't lead him to suppose that I've been extremely silent and stupid: don't look sad and

'I care nothing for his anger,' exclaimed Cathy, imagining she would be its object.

'But I do,' said her cousin, shuddering. 'DON'T provoke him against me, Catherine, for he is very hard.'

'Is he severe to you, Master Heathcliff?' I inquired. 'Has he grown weary of indulgence, and passed from

Linton looked at me, but did not answer; and, after keeping her seat by his side another ten minutes, during

which his head fell drowsily on his breast, and he uttered nothing except suppressed moans of exhaustion or

pain, Cathy began to seek solace in looking for bilberries, and sharing the produce of her researches with me:

she did not offer them to him, for she saw further notice would only weary and annoy.

'Is it halfanhour now, Ellen?' she whispered in my ear, at last. 'I can't tell why we should stay. He's asleep,

'Well, we must not leave him asleep,' I answered; 'wait till lie wakes, and be patient. You were mighty eager

'Why did HE wish to see me?' returned Catherine. 'In his crossest humours, formerly, I liked him better than I

do in his present curious mood. It's just as if it were a task he was compelled to perform this interview for

fear his father should scold him. But I'm hardly going to come to give Mr. Heathcliff pleasure; whatever

reason he may have for ordering Linton to undergo this penance. And, though I'm glad he's better in health,

'Yes,' she answered; 'because he always made such a great deal of his sufferings, you know. He is not

'There you differ with me, Miss Cathy,' I remarked; 'I should conjecture him to be far worse.'

Linton here started from his slumber in bewildered terror, and asked if any one had called his name.

'No,' said Catherine; 'unless in dreams. I cannot conceive how you manage to doze out of doors, in the

'I thought I heard my father,' he gasped, glancing up to the frowning nab above us. 'You are sure nobody

'Quite sure,' replied his cousin. 'Only Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health. Are you truly

stronger, Linton, than when we separated in winter? If you be, I'm certain one thing is not stronger your

The tears gushed from Linton's eyes as he answered, 'Yes, yes, I am!' And, still under the spell of the

Cathy rose. 'For today we must part,' she said. 'And I won't conceal that I have been sadly disappointed with

our meeting; though I'll mention it to nobody but you: not that I stand in awe of Mr. Heathcliff.'

'Hush,' murmured Linton; 'for God's sake, hush! He's coming.' And he clung to Catherine's arm, striving to

detain her; but at that announcement she hastily disengaged herself, and whistled to Minny, who obeyed her

'I'll be here next Thursday,' she cried, springing to the saddle. 'Goodbye. Quick, Ellen!'

And so we left him, scarcely conscious of our departure, so absorbed was he in anticipating his father's

Before we reached home, Catherine's displeasure softened into a perplexed sensation of pity and regret,

largely blended with vague, uneasy doubts about Linton's actual circumstances, physical and social: in which

I partook, though I counselled her not to say much; for a second journey would make us better judges. My

master requested an account of our ongoings. His nephew's offering of thanks was duly delivered, Miss Cathy

gently touching on the rest: I also threw little light on his inquiries, for I hardly knew what to hide and what

SEVEN days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton's

state. The havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. Catherine

we would fain have deluded yet; but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and

brooded on the dreadful probability, gradually ripening into certainty. She had not the heart to mention her

ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it for her, and obtained permission to order her out of doors:

for the library, where her father stopped a short time daily the brief period he could bear to sit up and his

chamber, had become her whole world. She grudged each moment that did not find her bending over his

pillow, or seated by his side. Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow, and my master gladly

dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society; drawing comfort

He had a fixed idea, I guessed by several observations he let fall, that, as his nephew resembled him in

person, he would resemble him in mind; for Linton's letters bore few or no indications of his defective

character. And I, through pardonable weakness, refrained from correcting the error; asking myself what good

there would be in disturbing his last moments with information that he had neither power nor opportunity to

We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full

of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. Catherine's face was just like the

landscape shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the

sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of

We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before. My young mistress alighted, and told

me that, as she was resolved to stay a very little while, I had better hold the pony and remain on horseback;

but I dissented: I wouldn't risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed the slope

of heath together. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of

'It is late!' he said, speaking short and with difficulty. 'Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn't

'WHY won't you be candid?' cried Catherine, swallowing her greeting. 'Why cannot you say at once you don't

want me? It is strange, Linton, that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose, apparently to

Linton shivered, and glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed; but his cousin's patience was not

'My father IS very ill,' she said; 'and why am I called from his bedside? Why didn't you send to absolve me

from my promise, when you wished I wouldn't keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling

are completely banished out of my mind; and I can't dance attendance on your affectations now!'

'My affectations!' he murmured; 'what are they? For heaven's sake, Catherine, don't look so angry! Despise

me as much as you please; I am a worthless, cowardly wretch: I can't be scorned enough; but I'm too mean

'Nonsense!' cried Catherine in a passion. 'Foolish, silly boy! And there! he trembles: as if I were really going

to touch him! You needn't bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously at your service. Get

off! I shall return home: it is folly dragging you from the hearthstone, and pretending what do we pretend?

Let go my frock! If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity. Ellen,

tell him how disgraceful this conduct is. Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile DON'T!'

With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he

'Oh!' he sobbed, 'I cannot bear it! Catherine, Catherine, I'm a traitor, too, and I dare not tell you! But leave

me, and I shall be killed! DEAR Catherine, my life is in your hands: and you have said you loved me, and if

you did, it wouldn't harm you. You'll not go, then? kind, sweet, good Catherine! And perhaps you WILL

My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him. The old feeling of indulgent

'Consent to what?' she asked. 'To stay! tell me the meaning of this strange talk, and I will. You contradict

your own words, and distract me! Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs on your heart. You

wouldn't injure me, Linton, would you? You wouldn't let any enemy hurt me, if you could prevent it? I'll

believe you are a coward, for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend.'

'But my father threatened me,' gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, 'and I dread him I dread him!

'Oh, well!' said Catherine, with scornful compassion, 'keep your secret: I'M no coward. Save yourself: I'm not

Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her supporting hands, and yet could not

summon courage to speak out. I was cogitating what the mystery might be, and determined Catherine should

never suffer to benefit him or any one else, by my good will; when, hearing a rustle among the ling, I looked

up and saw Mr. Heathcliff almost close upon us, descending the Heights. He didn't cast a glance towards my

companions, though they were sufficiently near for Linton's sobs to be audible; but hailing me in the almost

hearty tone he assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of which I couldn't avoid doubting, he said

'It is something to see you so near to my house, Nelly. How are you at the Grange? Let us hear. The rumour

goes,' he added, in a lower tone, 'that Edgar Linton is on his deathbed: perhaps they exaggerate his illness?'

'No; my master is dying,' I replied: 'it is true enough. A sad thing it will be for us all, but a blessing for him!'

'Because,' he continued, looking at the two young people, who were fixed under his eye Linton appeared as

if he could not venture to stir or raise his head, and Catherine could not move, on his account 'because that

lad yonder seems determined to beat me; and I'd thank his uncle to be quick, and go before him! Hallo! has

the whelp been playing that game long? I DID give him some lessons about snivelling. Is he pretty lively

'Lively? no he has shown the greatest distress,' I answered. 'To see him, I should say, that instead of

rambling with his sweetheart on the hills, he ought to be in bed, under the hands of a doctor.'

'He shall be, in a day or two,' muttered Heathcliff. 'But first get up, Linton! Get up!' he shouted. 'Don't

Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless fear, caused by his father's glance towards

him, I suppose: there was nothing else to produce such humiliation. He made several efforts to obey, but his

little strength was annihilated for the time, and he fell back again with a moan. Mr. Heathcliff advanced, and

'Now,' said he, with curbed ferocity, 'I'm getting angry and if you don't command that paltry spirit of yours

'I will, father,' he panted. 'Only, let me alone, or I shall faint. I've done as you wished, I'm sure. Catherine will

tell you that I that I have been cheerful. Ah! keep by me, Catherine; give me your hand.'

'Take mine,' said his father; 'stand on your feet. There now she'll lend you her arm: that's right, look at her.

You would imagine I was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so kind as to walk home

'Linton dear!' whispered Catherine, 'I can't go to Wuthering Heights: papa has forbidden me. He'll not harm

'I can never reenter that house,' he answered. 'I'm NOT to reenter it without you!'

'Stop!' cried his father. 'We'll respect Catherine's filial scruples. Nelly, take him in, and I'll follow your advice

'You'll do well,' replied I. 'But I must remain with my mistress: to mind your son is not my business.'

'You are very stiff,' said Heathcliff, 'I know that: but you'll force me to pinch the baby and make it scream

before it moves your charity. Come, then, my hero. Are you willing to return, escorted by me?'

He approached once more, and made as if he would seize the fragile being; but, shrinking back, Linton clung

to his cousin, and implored her to accompany him, with a frantic importunity that admitted no denial.

However I disapproved, I couldn't hinder her: indeed, how could she have refused him herself? What was

filling him with dread we had no means of discerning; but there he was, powerless under its gripe, and any

addition seemed capable of shocking him into idiotcy. We reached the threshold; Catherine walked in, and I

stood waiting till she had conducted the invalid to a chair, expecting her out immediately; when Mr.

Heathcliff, pushing me forward, exclaimed 'My house is not stricken with the plague, Nelly; and I have a

'You shall have tea before you go home,' he added. 'I am by myself. Hareton is gone with some cattle to the

Lees, and Zillah and Joseph are off on a journey of pleasure; and, though I'm used to being alone, I'd rather

have some interesting company, if I can get it. Miss Linton, take your seat by HIM. I give you what I have:

the present is hardly worth accepting; but I have nothing else to offer. It is Linton, I mean. How she does

stare! It's odd what a savage feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me! Had I been born where laws

are less strict and tastes less dainty, I should treat myself to a slow vivisection of those two, as an evening's

He drew in his breath, struck the table, and swore to himself, 'By hell! I hate them.'

'I am not afraid of you!' exclaimed Catherine, who could not hear the latter part of his speech. She stepped

close up; her black eyes flashing with passion and resolution. 'Give me that key: I will have it!' she said. 'I

Heathcliff had the key in his hand that remained on the table. He looked up, seized with a sort of surprise at

her boldness; or, possibly, reminded, by her voice and glance, of the person from whom she inherited it. She

snatched at the instrument, and half succeeded in getting it out of his loosened fingers: but her action recalled

'Now, Catherine Linton,' he said, 'stand off, or I shall knock you down; and, that will make Mrs. Dean mad.'

Regardless of this warning, she captured his closed hand and its contents again. 'We will go!' she repeated,

exerting her utmost efforts to cause the iron muscles to relax; and finding that her nails made no impression,

she applied her teeth pretty sharply. Heathcliff glanced at me a glance that kept me from interfering a

moment. Catherine was too intent on his fingers to notice his face. He opened them suddenly, and resigned

the object of dispute; but, ere she had well secured it, he seized her with the liberated hand, and, pulling her

on his knee, administered with the other a shower of terrific slaps on both sides of the head, each sufficient to

At this diabolical violence I rushed on him furiously. 'You villain!' I began to cry, 'you villain!' A touch on

the chest silenced me: I am stout, and soon put out of breath; and, what with that and the rage, I staggered

dizzily back and felt ready to suffocate, or to burst a bloodvessel. The scene was over in two minutes;

Catherine, released, put her two hands to her temples, and looked just as if she were not sure whether her ears

were off or on. She trembled like a reed, poor thing, and leant against the table perfectly bewildered.

'I know how to chastise children, you see,' said the scoundrel, grimly, as he stooped to repossess himself of

the key, which had dropped to the floor. 'Go to Linton now, as I told you; and cry at your ease! I shall be your

father, tomorrow all the father you'll have in a few days and you shall have plenty of that. You can bear

plenty; you're no weakling: you shall have a daily taste, if I catch such a devil of a temper in your eyes again!'

Cathy ran to me instead of Linton, and knelt down and put her burning cheek on my lap, weeping aloud. Her

cousin had shrunk into a corner of the settle, as quiet as a mouse, congratulating himself, I dare say, that the

correction had alighted on another than him. Mr. Heathcliff, perceiving us all confounded, rose, and

expeditiously made the tea himself. The cups and saucers were laid ready. He poured it out, and handed me a

'Wash away your spleen,' he said. 'And help your own naughty pet and mine. It is not poisoned, though I

Our first thought, on his departure, was to force an exit somewhere. We tried the kitchen door, but that was

fastened outside: we looked at the windows they were too narrow for even Cathy's little figure.

'Master Linton,' I cried, seeing we were regularly imprisoned, 'you know what your diabolical father is after,

'Yes, Linton, you must tell,' said Catherine. 'It was for your sake I came; and it will be wickedly ungrateful if

'Give me some tea, I'm thirsty, and then I'll tell you,' he answered. 'Mrs. Dean, go away. I don't like you

standing over me. Now, Catherine, you are letting your tears fall into my cup. I won't drink that. Give me

another.' Catherine pushed another to him, and wiped her face. I felt disgusted at the little wretch's

composure, since he was no longer in terror for himself. The anguish he had exhibited on the moor subsided

as soon as ever he entered Wuthering Heights; so I guessed he had been menaced with an awful visitation of

wrath if he failed in decoying us there; and, that accomplished, he had no further immediate fears.

'Papa wants us to be married,' he continued, after sipping some of the liquid. 'And he knows your papa

wouldn't let us marry now; and he's afraid of my dying if we wait; so we are to be married in the morning,

and you are to stay here all night; and, if you do as he wishes, you shall return home next day, and take me

'Take you with her, pitiful changeling!' I exclaimed. 'YOU marry? Why, the man is mad! or he thinks us

fools, every one. And do you imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will tie herself to a

little perishing monkey like you? Are you cherishing the notion that anybody, let alone Miss Catherine

Linton, would have you for a husband? You want whipping for bringing us in here at all, with your dastardly

puling tricks: and don't look so silly, now! I've a very good mind to shake you severely, for your

I did give him a slight shaking; but it brought on the cough, and he took to his ordinary resource of moaning

'Stay all night? No,' she said, looking slowly round. 'Ellen, I'll burn that door down but I'll get out.'

And she would have commenced the execution of her threat directly, but Linton was up in alarm for his dear

self again. He clasped her in his two feeble arms sobbing: 'Won't you have me, and save me? not let me

come to the Grange? Oh, darling Catherine! you mustn't go and leave, after all. You MUST obey my father

'I must obey my own,' she replied, 'and relieve him from this cruel suspense. The whole night! What would

he think? He'll be distressed already. I'll either break or burn a way out of the house. Be quiet! You're in no

danger; but if you hinder me Linton, I love papa better than you!' The mortal terror he felt of Mr.

Heathcliff's anger restored to the boy his coward's eloquence. Catherine was near distraught: still, she

persisted that she must go home, and tried entreaty in her turn, persuading him to subdue his selfish agony.

'Your beasts have trotted off,' he said, 'and now Linton! snivelling again? What has she been doing to you?

Come, come have done, and get to bed. In a month or two, my lad, you'll be able to pay her back her

present tyrannies with a vigorous hand. You're pining for pure love, are you not? nothing else in the world:

and she shall have you! There, to bed! Zillah won't be here tonight; you must undress yourself. Hush! hold

your noise! Once in your own room, I'll not come near you: you needn't fear. By chance, you've managed

He spoke these words, holding the door open for his son to pass, and the latter achieved his exit exactly as a

spaniel might which suspected the person who attended on it of designing a spiteful squeeze. The lock was

resecured. Heathcliff approached the fire, where my mistress and I stood silent. Catherine looked up, and

instinctively raised her hand to her cheek: his neighbourhood revived a painful sensation. Anybody else

would have been incapable of regarding the childish act with sternness, but he scowled on her and muttered

'Oh! you are not afraid of me? Your courage is well disguised: you seem damnably afraid!'

'I AM afraid now,' she replied, 'because, if I stay, papa will be miserable: and how can I endure making him

miserable when he when he Mr. Heathcliff, let ME go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa would

like me to: and I love him. Why should you wish to force me to do what I'll willingly do of myself?'

'Let him dare to force you,' I cried. 'There's law in the land, thank God! there is; though we be in an

outoftheway place. I'd inform if he were my own son: and it's felony without benefit of clergy!'

'Silence!' said the ruffian. 'To the devil with your clamour! I don't want YOU to speak. Miss Linton, I shall

enjoy myself remarkably in thinking your father will be miserable: I shall not sleep for satisfaction. You

could have hit on no surer way of fixing your residence under my roof for the next twentyfour hours than

informing me that such an event would follow. As to your promise to marry Linton, I'll take care you shall

'Send Ellen, then, to let papa know I'm safe!' exclaimed Catherine, weeping bitterly. 'Or marry me now. Poor

'Not he! He'll think you are tired of waiting on him, and run off for a little amusement,' answered Heathcliff.

'You cannot deny that you entered my house of your own accord, in contempt of his injunctions to the

contrary. And it is quite natural that you should desire amusement at your age; and that you would weary of

nursing a sick man, and that man ONLY your father. Catherine, his happiest days were over when your days

began. He cursed you, I dare say, for coming into the world (I did, at least); and it would just do if he cursed

you as HE went out of it. I'd join him. I don't love you! How should I? Weep away. As far as I can see, it will

be your chief diversion hereafter; unless Linton make amends for other losses: and your provident parent

appears to fancy he may. His letters of advice and consolation entertained me vastly. In his last he

recommended my jewel to be careful of his; and kind to her when he got her. Careful and kind that's

paternal. But Linton requires his whole stock of care and kindness for himself. Linton can play the little

tyrant well. He'll undertake to torture any number of cats, if their teeth be drawn and their claws pared. You'll

be able to tell his uncle fine tales of his KINDNESS, when you get home again, I assure you.'

'You're right there!' I said; 'explain your son's character. Show his resemblance to yourself: and then, I hope,

'I don't much mind speaking of his amiable qualities now,' he answered; 'because she must either accept him

or remain a prisoner, and you along with her, till your master dies. I can detain you both, quite concealed,

here. If you doubt, encourage her to retract her word, and you'll have an opportunity of judging!'

'I'll not retract my word,' said Catherine. 'I'll marry him within this hour, if I may go to Thrushcross Grange

afterwards. Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't, from MERE malice,

destroy irrevocably all my happiness. If papa thought I had left him on purpose, and if he died before I

returned, could I bear to live? I've given over crying: but I'm going to kneel here, at your knee; and I'll not get

up, and I'll not take my eyes from your face till you look back at me! No, don't turn away! DO LOOK! you'll

see nothing to provoke you. I don't hate you. I'm not angry that you struck me. Have you never loved

ANYBODY in all your life, uncle? NEVER? Ah! you must look once. I'm so wretched, you can't help being

'Keep your eft's fingers off; and move, or I'll kick you!' cried Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. 'I'd rather be

He shrugged his shoulders: shook himself, indeed, as if his flesh crept with aversion; and thrust back his

chair; while I got up, and opened my mouth, to commence a downright torrent of abuse. But I was rendered

dumb in the middle of the first sentence, by a threat that I should be shown into a room by myself the very

next syllable I uttered. It was growing dark we heard a sound of voices at the gardengate. Our host hurried

out instantly: HE had his wits about him; WE had not. There was a talk of two or three minutes, and he

'I thought it had been your cousin Hareton,' I observed to Catherine. 'I wish he would arrive! Who knows but

'It was three servants sent to seek you from the Grange,' said Heathcliff, overhearing me. 'You should have

opened a lattice and called out: but I could swear that chit is glad you didn't. She's glad to be obliged to stay,

At learning the chance we had missed, we both gave vent to our grief without control; and he allowed us to

wail on till nine o'clock. Then he bid us go upstairs, through the kitchen, to Zillah's chamber; and I whispered

my companion to obey: perhaps we might contrive to get through the window there, or into a garret, and out

by its skylight. The window, however, was narrow, like those below, and the garret trap was safe from our

attempts; for we were fastened in as before. We neither of us lay down: Catherine took her station by the

lattice, and watched anxiously for morning; a deep sigh being the only answer I could obtain to my frequent

entreaties that she would try to rest. I seated myself in a chair, and rocked to and fro, passing harsh judgment

on my many derelictions of duty; from which, it struck me then, all the misfortunes of my employers sprang.

It was not the case, in reality, I am aware; but it was, in my imagination, that dismal night; and I thought

At seven o'clock he came, and inquired if Miss Linton had risen. She ran to the door immediately, and

answered, 'Yes.' 'Here, then,' he said, opening it, and pulling her out. I rose to follow, but he turned the lock

I thumped on the panels, and rattled the latch angrily and Catherine asked why I was still shut up? He

answered, I must try to endure it another hour, and they went away. I endured it two or three hours; at length,

'Nay,' cried he, and retired, regardless of any prayers I could pour forth to detain him.

And there I remained enclosed the whole day, and the whole of the next night; and another, and another. Five

nights and four days I remained, altogether, seeing nobody but Hareton once every morning; and he was a

model of a jailor: surly, and dumb, and deaf to every attempt at moving his sense of justice or compassion.

ON the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step approached lighter and shorter; and, this time, the

person entered the room. It was Zillah; donned in her scarlet shawl, with a black silk bonnet on her head, and

'Eh, dear! Mrs. Dean!' she exclaimed. 'Well! there is a talk about you at Gimmerton. I never thought but you

were sunk in the Blackhorse marsh, and missy with you, till master told me you'd been found, and he'd

lodged you here! What! and you must have got on an island, sure? And how long were you in the hole? Did

master save you, Mrs. Dean? But you're not so thin you've not been so poorly, have you?'

'Your master is a true scoundrel!' I replied. 'But he shall answer for it. He needn't have raised that tale: it shall

'What do you mean?' asked Zillah. 'It's not his tale: they tell that in the village about your being lost in the

marsh; and I calls to Earnshaw, when I come in "Eh, they's queer things, Mr. Hareton, happened since I

went off. It's a sad pity of that likely young lass, and cant Nelly Dean." He stared. I thought he had not heard

aught, so I told him the rumour. The master listened, and he just smiled to himself, and said, "If they have

been in the marsh, they are out now, Zillah. Nelly Dean is lodged, at this minute, in your room. You can tell

her to flit, when you go up; here is the key. The bogwater got into her head, and she would have run home

quite flighty; but I fixed her till she came round to her senses. You can bid her go to the Grange at once, if

she be able, and carry a message from me, that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's

'No, no; sit you down, my good mistress,' she replied; 'you're right sickly yet. He's not dead; Doctor Kenneth

Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below, for the way was free. On entering

the house, I looked about for some one to give information of Catherine. The place was filled with sunshine,

and the door stood wide open; but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitated whether to go off at once, or return

and seek my mistress, a slight cough drew my attention to the hearth. Linton lay on the settle, sole tenant,

sucking a stick of sugarcandy, and pursuing my movements with apathetic eyes. 'Where is Miss Catherine?'

I demanded sternly, supposing I could frighten him into giving intelligence, by catching him thus, alone. He

'You won't let her, little idiot!' I exclaimed. 'Direct me to her room immediately, or I'll make you sing out

'Papa would make you sing out, if you attempted to get there,' he answered. 'He says I'm not to be soft with

Catherine: she's my wife, and it's shameful that she should wish to leave me. He says she hates me and wants

me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan't have it: and she shan't go home! She never shall!

He resumed his former occupation, closing his lids, as if he meant to drop asleep.

'Master Heathcliff,' I resumed, 'have you forgotten all Catherine's kindness to you last winter, when you

affirmed you loved her, and when she brought you books and sung you songs, and came many a time through

wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt

then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you believe the lies your father tells, though you

know he detests you both. And you join him against her. That's fine gratitude, is it not?'

'Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?' I continued. 'Think for yourself! As to your

money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say she's sick; and yet you leave her alone,

up there in a strange house! You who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own

sufferings; and she pitied them, too; but you won't pity hers! I shed tears, Master Heathcliff, you see an

elderly woman, and a servant merely and you, after pretending such affection, and having reason to

worship her almost, store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there quite at ease. Ah! you're a heartless,

'I can't stay with her,' he answered crossly. 'I'll not stay by myself. She cries so I can't bear it. And she won't

give over, though I say I'll call my father. I did call him once, and he threatened to strangle her if she was not

quiet; but she began again the instant he left the room, moaning and grieving all night long, though I

'Is Mr. Heathcliff out?' I inquired, perceiving that the wretched creature had no power to sympathize with his

'He's in the court,' he replied, 'talking to Doctor Kenneth; who says uncle is dying, truly, at last. I'm glad, for I

shall be master of the Grange after him. Catherine always spoke of it as her house. It isn't hers! It's mine:

papa says everything she has is mine. All her nice books are mine; she offered to give me them, and her

pretty birds, and her pony Minny, if I would get the key of our room, and let her out; but I told her she had

nothing to give, they ware all, all mine. And then she cried, and took a little picture from her neck, and said I

should have that; two pictures in a gold case, on one side her mother, and on the other uncle, when they were

young. That was yesterday I said they were mine, too; and tried to get them from her. The spiteful thing

wouldn't let me: she pushed me off, and hurt me. I shrieked out that frightens her she heard papa coming,

and she broke the hinges and divided the case, and gave me her mother's portrait; the other she attempted to

hide: but papa asked what was the matter, and I explained it. He took the one I had away, and ordered her to

resign hers to me; she refused, and he he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it

'And were you pleased to see her struck?' I asked: having my designs in encouraging his talk.

'I winked,' he answered: 'I wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse, he does it so hard. Yet I was glad at

first she deserved punishing for pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made me come to the window

and showed me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouth filling with blood; and then she

gathered up the bits of the picture, and went and sat down with her face to the wall, and she has never spoken

to me since: and I sometimes think she can't speak for pain. I don't like to think so; but she's a naughty thing

'Oh,' he cried, 'I shan't tell YOU where it is. It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah, is to know.

There! you've tired me go away, go away!' And he turned his face on to his arm, and shut his eyes again.

I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr. Heathcliff, and bring a rescue for my young lady from the

Grange. On reaching it, the astonishment of my fellowservants to see me, and their joy also, was intense;

and when they heard that their little mistress was safe, two or three were about to hurry up and shout the news

at Mr. Edgar's door: but I bespoke the announcement of it myself. How changed I found him, even in those

few days! He lay an image of sadness and resignation awaiting his death. Very young he looked: though his

actual age was thirtynine, one would have called him ten years younger, at least. He thought of Catherine;

'Catherine is coming, dear master!' I whispered; 'she is alive and well; and will be here, I hope, tonight.'

I trembled at the first effects of this intelligence: he half rose up, looked eagerly round the apartment, and

then sank back in a swoon. As soon as he recovered, I related our compulsory visit, and detention at the

Heights. I said Heathcliff forced me to go in: which was not quite true. I uttered as little as possible against

Linton; nor did I describe all his father's brutal conduct my intentions being to add no bitterness, if I could

He divined that one of his enemy's purposes was to secure the personal property, as well as the estate, to his

son: or rather himself; yet why he did not wait till his decease was a puzzle to my master, because ignorant

how nearly he and his nephew would quit the world together. However, he felt that his will had better be

altered: instead of leaving Catherine's fortune at her own disposal, he determined to put it in the hands of

trustees for her use during life, and for her children, if she had any, after her. By that means, it could not fall

Having received his orders, I despatched a man to fetch the attorney, and four more, provided with

serviceable weapons, to demand my young lady of her jailor. Both parties were delayed very late. The single

servant returned first. He said Mr. Green, the lawyer, was out when he arrived at his house, and he had to

wait two hours for his reentrance; and then Mr. Green told him he had a little business in the village that

must be done; but he would be at Thrushcross Grange before morning. The four men came back

unaccompanied also. They brought word that Catherine was ill: too ill to quit her room; and Heathcliff would

not suffer them to see her. I scolded the stupid fellows well for listening to that tale, which I would not carry

to my master; resolving to take a whole bevy up to the Heights, at daylight, and storm it literally, unless the

prisoner were quietly surrendered to us. Her father SHALL see her, I vowed, and vowed again, if that devil

Happily, I was spared the journey and the trouble. I had gone downstairs at three o'clock to fetch a jug of

water; and was passing through the hall with it in my hand, when a sharp knock at the front door made me

jump. 'Oh! it is Green,' I said, recollecting myself 'only Green,' and I went on, intending to send somebody

else to open it; but the knock was repeated: not loud, and still importunately. I put the jug on the banister and

hastened to admit him myself. The harvest moon shone clear outside. It was not the attorney. My own sweet

'Yes,' I cried: 'yes, my angel, he is, God be thanked, you are safe with us again!'

She wanted to run, breathless as she was, upstairs to Mr. Linton's room; but I compelled her to sit down on a

chair, and made her drink, and washed her pale face, chafing it into a faint colour with my apron. Then I said

I must go first, and tell of her arrival; imploring her to say, she should be happy with young Heathcliff. She

stared, but soon comprehending why I counselled her to utter the falsehood, she assured me she would not

I couldn't abide to be present at their meeting. I stood outside the chamberdoor a quarter of an hour, and

hardly ventured near the bed, then. All was composed, however: Catherine's despair was as silent as her

father's joy. She supported him calmly, in appearance; and he fixed on her features his raised eyes that

He died blissfully, Mr. Lockwood: he died so. Kissing her cheek, he murmured, 'I am going to her; and

you, darling child, shall come to us!' and never stirred or spoke again; but continued that rapt, radiant gaze,

till his pulse imperceptibly stopped and his soul departed. None could have noticed the exact minute of his

Whether Catherine had spent her tears, or whether the grief were too weighty to let them flow, she sat there

dryeyed till the sun rose: she sat till noon, and would still have remained brooding over that deathbed, but I

insisted on her coming away and taking some repose. It was well I succeeded in removing her, for at

dinnertime appeared the lawyer, having called at Wuthering Heights to get his instructions how to behave.

He had sold himself to Mr. Heathcliff: that was the cause of his delay in obeying my master's summons.

Fortunately, no thought of worldly affairs crossed the latter's mind, to disturb him, after his daughter's arrival.

Mr. Green took upon himself to order everything and everybody about the place. He gave all the servants but

me, notice to quit. He would have carried his delegated authority to the point of insisting that Edgar Linton

should not be buried beside his wife, but in the chapel, with his family. There was the will, however, to

hinder that, and my loud protestations against any infringement of its directions. The funeral was hurried

over; Catherine, Mrs. Linton Heathcliff now, was suffered to stay at the Grange till her father's corpse had

She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk of liberating her. She heard the men I

sent disputing at the door, and she gathered the sense of Heathcliff's answer. It drove her desperate. Linton

who had been conveyed up to the little parlour soon after I left, was terrified into fetching the key before his

father reascended. He had the cunning to unlock and relock the door, without shutting it; and when he

should have gone to bed, he begged to sleep with Hareton, and his petition was granted for once. Catherine

stole out before break of day. She dared not try the doors lest the dogs should raise an alarm; she visited the

empty chambers and examined their windows; and, luckily, lighting on her mother's, she got easily out of its

lattice, and on to the ground, by means of the firtree close by. Her accomplice suffered for his share in the

THE evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now musing mournfully one

of us despairingly on our loss, now venturing conjectures as to the gloomy future.

We had just agreed the best destiny which could await Catherine would be a permission to continue resident

at the Grange; at least during Linton's life: he being allowed to join her there, and I to remain as housekeeper.

That seemed rather too favourable an arrangement to be hoped for; and yet I did hope, and began to cheer up

under the prospect of retaining my home and my employment, and, above all, my beloved young mistress;

when a servant one of the discarded ones, not yet departed rushed hastily in, and said 'that devil

Heathcliff' was coming through the court: should he fasten the door in his face?

If we had been mad enough to order that proceeding, we had not time. He made no ceremony of knocking or

announcing his name: he was master, and availed himself of the master's privilege to walk straight in, without

saying a word. The sound of our informant's voice directed him to the library; he entered and motioning him

It was the same room into which he had been ushered, as a guest, eighteen years before: the same moon

shone through the window; and the same autumn landscape lay outside. We had not yet lighted a candle, but

all the apartment was visible, even to the portraits on the wall: the splendid head of Mrs. Linton, and the

graceful one of her husband. Heathcliff advanced to the hearth. Time had little altered his person either.

There was the same man: his dark face rather sallower and more composed, his frame a stone or two heavier,

perhaps, and no other difference. Catherine had risen with an impulse to dash out, when she saw him.

'Stop!' he said, arresting her by the arm. 'No more runnings away! Where would you go? I'm come to fetch

you home; and I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter and not encourage my son to further disobedience. I was

embarrassed how to punish him when I discovered his part in the business: he's such a cobweb, a pinch would

annihilate him; but you'll see by his look that he has received his due! I brought him down one evening, the

day before yesterday, and just set him in a chair, and never touched him afterwards. I sent Hareton out, and

we had the room to ourselves. In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and since then my

presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not near. Hareton

says he wakes and shrieks in the night by the hour together, and calls you to protect him from me; and,

whether you like your precious mate, or not, you must come: he's your concern now; I yield all my interest in

'Why not let Catherine continue here,' I pleaded, 'and send Master Linton to her? As you hate them both,

'I'm seeking a tenant for the Grange,' he answered; 'and I want my children about me, to be sure. Besides, that

lass owes me her services for her bread. I'm not going to nurture her in luxury and idleness after Linton is

'I shall,' said Catherine. 'Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to

make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other. And I defy you to hurt him

'You are a boastful champion,' replied Heathcliff; 'but I don't like you well enough to hurt him: you shall get

the full benefit of the torment, as long as it lasts. It is not I who will make him hateful to you it is his own

sweet spirit. He's as bitter as gall at your desertion and its consequences: don't expect thanks for this noble

devotion. I heard him draw a pleasant picture to Zillah of what he would do if he were as strong as I: the

inclination is there, and his very weakness will sharpen his wits to find a substitute for strength.'

'I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: 'he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know

he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr. Heathcliff YOU have NOBODY to love you; and, however

miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater

misery. You ARE miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? NOBODY loves you

Catherine spoke with a kind of dreary triumph: she seemed to have made up her mind to enter into the spirit

'You shall be sorry to be yourself presently,' said her fatherinlaw, 'if you stand there another minute.

She scornfully withdrew. In her absence I began to beg for Zillah's place at the Heights, offering to resign

mine to her; but he would suffer it on no account. He bid me be silent; and then, for the first time, allowed

himself a glance round the room and a look at the pictures. Having studied Mrs. Linton's, he said 'I shall

have that home. Not because I need it, but ' He turned abruptly to the fire, and continued, with what, for

lack of a better word, I must call a smile 'I'll tell you what I did yesterday! I got the sexton, who was

digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have

stayed there: when I saw her face again it is hers yet! he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would

change if the air blew on it, and so I struck one side of the coffin loose, and covered it up: not Linton's side,

damn him! I wish he'd been soldered in lead. And I bribed the sexton to pull it away when I'm laid there, and

slide mine out too; I'll have it made so: and then by the time Linton gets to us he'll not know which is which!'

'You were very wicked, Mr. Heathcliff!' I exclaimed; 'were you not ashamed to disturb the dead?'

'I disturbed nobody, Nelly,' he replied; 'and I gave some ease to myself. I shall be a great deal more

comfortable now; and you'll have a better chance of keeping me underground, when I get there. Disturbed

her? No! she has disturbed me, night and day, through eighteen years incessantly remorselessly till

yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my

'And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt of then?' I said.

'Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!' he answered. 'Do you suppose I dread any change of that

sort? I expected such a transformation on raising the lid but I'm better pleased that it should not commence

till I share it. Besides, unless I had received a distinct impression of her passionless features, that strange

feeling would hardly have been removed. It began oddly. You know I was wild after she died; and eternally,

from dawn to dawn, praying her to return to me her spirit! I have a strong faith in ghosts: I have a conviction

that they can, and do, exist among us! The day she was buried, there came a fall of snow. In the evening I

went to the churchyard. It blew bleak as winter all round was solitary. I didn't fear that her fool of a

husband would wander up the glen so late; and no one else had business to bring them there. Being alone, and

conscious two yards of loose earth was the sole barrier between us, I said to myself 'I'll have her in my arms

again! If she be cold, I'll think it is this north wind that chills ME; and if she be motionless, it is sleep." I got a

spade from the toolhouse, and began to delve with all my might it scraped the coffin; I fell to work with

my hands; the wood commenced cracking about the screws; I was on the point of attaining my object, when it

seemed that I heard a sigh from some one above, close at the edge of the grave, and bending down. "If I can

only get this off," I muttered, "I wish they may shovel in the earth over us both!" and I wrenched at it more

desperately still. There was another sigh, close at my ear. I appeared to feel the warm breath of it displacing

the sleetladen wind. I knew no living thing in flesh and blood was by; but, as certainly as you perceive the

approach to some substantial body in the dark, though it cannot be discerned, so certainly I felt that Cathy

was there: not under me, but on the earth. A sudden sense of relief flowed from my heart through every limb.

I relinquished my labour of agony, and turned consoled at once: unspeakably consoled. Her presence was

with me: it remained while I refilled the grave, and led me home. You may laugh, if you will; but I was sure

I should see her there. I was sure she was with me, and I could not help talking to her. Having reached the

Heights, I rushed eagerly to the door. It was fastened; and, I remember, that accursed Earnshaw and my wife

opposed my entrance. I remember stopping to kick the breath out of him, and then hurrying upstairs, to my

room and hers. I looked round impatiently I felt her by me I could ALMOST see her, and yet I COULD

NOT! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning from the fervour of my

supplications to have but one glimpse! I had not one. She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to

me! And, since then, sometimes more and sometimes less, I've been the sport of that intolerable torture!

Infernal! keeping my nerves at such a stretch that, if they had not resembled catgut, they would long ago have

relaxed to the feebleness of Linton's. When I sat in the house with Hareton, it seemed that on going out I

should meet her; when I walked on the moors I should meet her coming in. When I went from home I

hastened to return; she MUST be somewhere at the Heights, I was certain! And when I slept in her chamber

I was beaten out of that. I couldn't lie there; for the moment I closed my eyes, she was either outside the

window, or sliding back the panels, or entering the room, or even resting her darling head on the same pillow

as she did when a child; and I must open my lids to see. And so I opened and closed them a hundred times a

night to be always disappointed! It racked me! I've often groaned aloud, till that old rascal Joseph no doubt

believed that my conscience was playing the fiend inside of me. Now, since I've seen her, I'm pacified a

little. It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the

Mr. Heathcliff paused and wiped his forehead; his hair clung to it, wet with perspiration; his eyes were fixed

on the red embers of the fire, the brows not contracted, but raised next the temples; diminishing the grim

aspect of his countenance, but imparting a peculiar look of trouble, and a painful appearance of mental

tension towards one absorbing subject. He only half addressed me, and I maintained silence. I didn't like to

hear him talk! After a short period he resumed his meditation on the picture, took it down and leant it against

the sofa to contemplate it at better advantage; and while so occupied Catherine entered, announcing that she

'Send that over tomorrow,' said Heathcliff to me; then turning to her, he added: 'You may do without your

pony: it is a fine evening, and you'll need no ponies at Wuthering Heights; for what journeys you take, your

As she kissed me, her lips felt like ice. 'Come and see me, Ellen; don't forget.'

'Take care you do no such thing, Mrs. Dean!' said her new father. 'When I wish to speak to you I'll come here.

He signed her to precede him; and casting back a look that cut my heart, she obeyed. I watched them, from

the window, walk down the garden. Heathcliff fixed Catherine's arm under his: though she disputed the act at

first evidently; and with rapid strides he hurried her into the alley, whose trees concealed them.

I HAVE paid a visit to the Heights, but I have not seen her since she left: Joseph held the door in his hand

when I called to ask after her, and wouldn't let me pass. He said Mrs. Linton was 'thrang,' and the master was

not in. Zillah has told me something of the way they go on, otherwise I should hardly know who was dead

and who living. She thinks Catherine haughty, and does not like her, I can guess by her talk. My young lady

asked some aid of her when she first came; but Mr. Heathcliff told her to follow her own business, and let his

daughterinlaw look after herself; and Zillah willingly acquiesced, being a narrowminded, selfish woman.

Catherine evinced a child's annoyance at this neglect; repaid it with contempt, and thus enlisted my informant

among her enemies, as securely as if she had done her some great wrong. I had a long talk with Zillah about

six weeks ago, a little before you came, one day when we foregathered on the moor; and this is what she told

'The first thing Mrs. Linton did,' she said, 'on her arrival at the Heights, was to run upstairs, without even

wishing goodevening to me and Joseph; she shut herself into Linton's room, and remained till morning.

Then, while the master and Earnshaw were at breakfast, she entered the house, and asked all in a quiver if the

'"We know that!" answered Heathcliff; "but his life is not worth a farthing, and I won't spend a farthing on

'"But I cannot tell how to do," she said; "and if nobody will help me, he'll die!"

'"Walk out of the room," cried the master, "and let me never hear a word more about him! None here care

what becomes of him; if you do, act the nurse; if you do not, lock him up and leave him."

'Then she began to bother me, and I said I'd had enough plague with the tiresome thing; we each had our

tasks, and hers was to wait on Linton: Mr. Heathcliff bid me leave that labour to her.

'How they managed together, I can't tell. I fancy he fretted a great deal, and moaned hisseln night and day;

and she had precious little rest: one could guess by her white face and heavy eyes. She sometimes came into

the kitchen all wildered like, and looked as if she would fain beg assistance; but I was not going to disobey

the master: I never dare disobey him, Mrs. Dean; and, though I thought it wrong that Kenneth should not be

sent for, it was no concern of mine either to advise or complain, and I always refused to meddle. Once or

twice, after we had gone to bed, I've happened to open my door again and seen her sitting crying on the

stairs' top; and then I've shut myself in quick, for fear of being moved to interfere. I did pity her then, I'm

'At last, one night she came boldly into my chamber, and frightened me out of my wits, by saying, "Tell Mr.

Heathcliff that his son is dying I'm sure he is, this time. Get up, instantly, and tell him."

'Having uttered this speech, she vanished again. I lay a quarter of an hour listening and trembling. Nothing

'She's mistaken, I said to myself. He's got over it. I needn't disturb them; and I began to doze. But my sleep

was marred a second time by a sharp ringing of the bell the only bell we have, put up on purpose for

Linton; and the master called to me to see what was the matter, and inform them that he wouldn't have that

'I delivered Catherine's message. He cursed to himself, and in a few minutes came out with a lighted candle,

and proceeded to their room. I followed. Mrs. Heathcliff was seated by the bedside, with her hands folded on

her knees. Her fatherinlaw went up, held the light to Linton's face, looked at him, and touched him;

'"He's safe, and I'm free," she answered: "I should feel well but," she continued, with a bitterness she

couldn't conceal, "you have left me so long to struggle against death alone, that I feel and see only death! I

'And she looked like it, too! I gave her a little wine. Hareton and Joseph, who had been wakened by the

ringing and the sound of feet, and heard our talk from outside, now entered. Joseph was fain, I believe, of the

lad's removal; Hareton seemed a thought bothered: though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine

than thinking of Linton. But the master bid him get off to bed again: we didn't want his help. He afterwards

made Joseph remove the body to his chamber, and told me to return to mine, and Mrs. Heathcliff remained by

'In the morning, he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast: she had undressed, and appeared

going to sleep, and said she was ill; at which I hardly wondered. I informed Mr. Heathcliff, and he replied,

"Well, let her be till after the funeral; and go up now and then to get her what is needful; and, as soon as she

Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight, according to Zillah; who visited her twice a day, and would have been

rather more friendly, but her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled.

Heathcliff went up once, to show her Linton's will. He had bequeathed the whole of his, and what had been

her, moveable property, to his father: the poor creature was threatened, or coaxed, into that act during her

week's absence, when his uncle died. The lands, being a minor, he could not meddle with. However, Mr.

Heathcliff has claimed and kept them in his wife's right and his also: I suppose legally; at any rate, Catherine,

'Nobody,' said Zillah, 'ever approached her door, except that once, but I; and nobody asked anything about

her. The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon. She had cried out,

when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold; and I told her the master was

going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she

heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her appearance, donned in black, and her yellow curls combed

'Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays:' the kirk, you know, has no minister now, explained Mrs.

Dean; and they call the Methodists' or Baptists' place (I can't say which it is) at Gimmerton, a chapel. 'Joseph

had gone,' she continued, 'but I thought proper to bide at home. Young folks are always the better for an

elder's overlooking; and Hareton, with all his bashfulness, isn't a model of nice behaviour. I let him know

that his cousin would very likely sit with us, and she had been always used to see the Sabbath respected; so

he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone, while she stayed. He coloured up at the news,

and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes. The trainoil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a

minute. I saw he meant to give her his company; and I guessed, by his way, he wanted to be presentable; so,

laughing, as I durst not laugh when the master is by, I offered to help him, if he would, and joked at his

'Now, Mrs. Dean,' Zillah went on, seeing me not pleased by her manner, 'you happen think your young lady

too fine for Mr. Hareton; and happen you're right: but I own I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower.

And what will all her learning and her daintiness do for her, now? She's as poor as you or I: poorer, I'll be

Hareton allowed Zillah to give him her aid; and she flattered him into a good humour; so, when Catherine

came, half forgetting her former insults, he tried to make himself agreeable, by the housekeeper's account.

'Missis walked in,' she said, 'as chill as an icicle, and as high as a princess. I got up and offered her my seat in

the armchair. No, she turned up her nose at my civility. Earnshaw rose, too, and bid her come to the settle,

'"I've been starved a month and more," she answered, resting on the word as scornful as she could.

'And she got a chair for herself, and placed it at a distance from both of us. Having sat till she was warm, she

began to look round, and discovered a number of books on the dresser; she was instantly upon her feet again,

stretching to reach them: but they were too high up. Her cousin, after watching her endeavours a while, at last

summoned courage to help her; she held her frock, and he filled it with the first that came to hand.

'That was a great advance for the lad. She didn't thank him; still, he felt gratified that she had accepted his

assistance, and ventured to stand behind as she examined them, and even to stoop and point out what struck

his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained; nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she

jerked the page from his finger: he contented himself with going a bit farther back and looking at her instead

of the book. She continued reading, or seeking for something to read. His attention became, by degrees, quite

centred in the study of her thick silky curls: her face he couldn't see, and she couldn't see him. And, perhaps,

not quite awake to what he did, but attracted like a child to a candle, at last he proceeded from staring to

touching; he put out his hand and stroked one curl, as gently as if it were a bird. He might have stuck a knife

'"Get away this moment! How dare you touch me? Why are you stopping there?" she cried, in a tone of

'Mr. Hareton recoiled, looking as foolish as he could do: he sat down in the settle very quiet, and she

continued turning over her volumes another half hour; finally, Earnshaw crossed over, and whispered to me.

'Will you ask her to read to us, Zillah? I'm stalled of doing naught; and I do like I could like to hear her!

'"Mr. Hareton wishes you would read to us, ma'am," I said, immediately. "He'd take it very kind he'd be

'"Mr. Hareton, and the whole set of you, will be good enough to understand that I reject any pretence at

kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer! I despise you, and will have nothing to say to any of you! When I

would have given my life for one kind word, even to see one of your faces, you all kept off. But I won't

complain to you! I'm driven down here by the cold; not either to amuse you or enjoy your society."

'"Oh! you are an exception," answered Mrs. Heathcliff. "I never missed such a concern as you."

'"But I offered more than once, and asked," he said, kindling up at her pertness, "I asked Mr. Heathcliff to let

'"Be silent! I'll go out of doors, or anywhere, rather than have your disagreeable voice in my ear!" said my

'Hareton muttered she might go to hell, for him! and unslinging his gun, restrained himself from his Sunday

occupations no longer. He talked now, freely enough; and she presently saw fit to retreat to her solitude: but

the frost had set in, and, in spite of her pride, she was forced to condescend to our company, more and more.

However, I took care there should be no further scorning at my good nature: ever since, I've been as stiff as

herself; and she has no lover or liker among us: and she does not deserve one; for, let them say the least word

to her, and she'll curl back without respect of any one. She'll snap at the master himself, and as good as dares

At first, on hearing this account from Zillah, I determined to leave my situation, take a cottage, and get

Catherine to come and live with me: but Mr. Heathcliff would as soon permit that as he would set up Hareton

in an independent house; and I can see no remedy, at present, unless she could marry again; and that scheme

Thus ended Mrs. Dean's story. Notwithstanding the doctor's prophecy, I am rapidly recovering strength; and

though it be only the second week in January, I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two, and riding

over to Wuthering Heights, to inform my landlord that I shall spend the next six months in London; and, if he

likes, he may look out for another tenant to take the place after October. I would not pass another winter here

YESTERDAY was bright, calm, and frosty. I went to the Heights as I proposed: my housekeeper entreated

me to bear a little note from her to her young lady, and I did not refuse, for the worthy woman was not

conscious of anything odd in her request. The front door stood open, but the jealous gate was fastened, as at

my last visit; I knocked and invoked Earnshaw from among the gardenbeds; he unchained it, and I entered.

The fellow is as handsome a rustic as need be seen. I took particular notice of him this time; but then he does

I asked if Mr. Heathcliff were at home? He answered, No; but he would be in at dinnertime. It was eleven

o'clock, and I announced my intention of going in and waiting for him; at which he immediately flung down

his tools and accompanied me, in the office of watchdog, not as a substitute for the host.

We entered together; Catherine was there, making herself useful in preparing some vegetables for the

approaching meal; she looked more sulky and less spirited than when I had seen her first. She hardly raised

her eyes to notice me, and continued her employment with the same disregard to common forms of politeness

as before; never returning my bow and goodmorning by the slightest acknowledgment.

'She does not seem so amiable,' I thought, 'as Mrs. Dean would persuade me to believe. She's a beauty, it is

Earnshaw surlily bid her remove her things to the kitchen. 'Remove them yourself,' she said, pushing them

from her as soon as she had done; and retiring to a stool by the window, where she began to carve figures of

birds and beasts out of the turnipparings in her lap. I approached her, pretending to desire a view of the

garden; and, as I fancied, adroitly dropped Mrs. Dean's note on to her knee, unnoticed by Hareton but she

'A letter from your old acquaintance, the housekeeper at the Grange,' I answered; annoyed at her exposing my

kind deed, and fearful lest it should be imagined a missive of my own. She would gladly have gathered it up

at this information, but Hareton beat her; he seized and put it in his waistcoat, saying Mr. Heathcliff should

look at it first. Thereat, Catherine silently turned her face from us, and, very stealthily, drew out her

pockethandkerchief and applied it to her eyes; and her cousin, after struggling awhile to keep down his softer

feelings, pulled out the letter and flung it on the floor beside her, as ungraciously as he could. Catherine

caught and perused it eagerly; then she put a few questions to me concerning the inmates, rational and

irrational, of her former home; and gazing towards the hills, murmured in soliloquy:

'I should like to be riding Minny down there! I should like to be climbing up there! Oh! I'm tired I'm

STALLED, Hareton!' And she leant her pretty head back against the sill, with half a yawn and half a sigh,

and lapsed into an aspect of abstracted sadness: neither caring nor knowing whether we remarked her.

'Mrs. Heathcliff,' I said, after sitting some time mute, 'you are not aware that I am an acquaintance of yours?

so intimate that I think it strange you won't come and speak to me. My housekeeper never wearies of talking

about and praising you; and she'll be greatly disappointed if I return with no news of or from you, except that

'You must tell her,' she continued, 'that I would answer her letter, but I have no materials for writing: not even

'No books!' I exclaimed. 'How do you contrive to live here without them? if I may take the liberty to inquire.

Though provided with a large library, I'm frequently very dull at the Grange; take my books away, and I

'I was always reading, when I had them,' said Catherine; 'and Mr. Heathcliff never reads; so he took it into his

head to destroy my books. I have not had a glimpse of one for weeks. Only once, I searched through Joseph's

store of theology, to his great irritation; and once, Hareton, I came upon a secret stock in your room some

Latin and Greek, and some tales and poetry: all old friends. I brought the last here and you gathered them,

as a magpie gathers silver spoons, for the mere love of stealing! They are of no use to you; or else you

concealed them in the bad spirit that, as you cannot enjoy them, nobody else shall. Perhaps YOUR envy

counselled Mr. Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed

Earnshaw blushed crimson when his cousin made this revelation of his private literary accumulations, and

'Mr. Hareton is desirous of increasing his amount of knowledge,' I said, coming to his rescue. 'He is not

ENVIOUS, but EMULOUS of your attainments. He'll be a clever scholar in a few years.'

'And he wants me to sink into a dunce, meantime,' answered Catherine. 'Yes, I hear him trying to spell and

read to himself, and pretty blunders he makes! I wish you would repeat Chevy Chase as you did yesterday: it

was extremely funny. I heard you; and I heard you turning over the dictionary to seek out the hard words, and

The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his ignorance, and then laughed

at for trying to remove it. I had a similar notion; and, remembering Mrs. Dean's anecdote of his first attempt

at enlightening the darkness in which he had been reared, I observed, 'But, Mrs. Heathcliff, we have each

had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold; had our teachers scorned instead of

'Oh!' she replied, 'I don't wish to limit his acquirements: still, he has no right to appropriate what is mine, and

make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and mispronunciations! Those books, both prose and verse,

are consecrated to me by other associations; and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his mouth!

Besides, of all, he has selected my favourite pieces that I love the most to repeat, as if out of deliberate

Hareton's chest heaved in silence a minute: he laboured under a severe sense of mortification and wrath,

which it was no easy task to suppress. I rose, and, from a gentlemanly idea of relieving his embarrassment,

took up my station in the doorway, surveying the external prospect as I stood. He followed my example, and

left the room; but presently reappeared, bearing half a dozen volumes in his hands, which he threw into

Catherine's lap, exclaiming, 'Take them! I never want to hear, or read, or think of them again!'

'I won't have them now,' she answered. 'I shall connect them with you, and hate them.'

She opened one that had obviously been often turned over, and read a portion in the drawling tone of a

beginner; then laughed, and threw it from her. 'And listen,' she continued, provokingly, commencing a verse

But his selflove would endure no further torment: I heard, and not altogether disapprovingly, a manual

cheek given to her saucy tongue. The little wretch had done her utmost to hurt her cousin's sensitive though

uncultivated feelings, and a physical argument was the only mode he had of balancing the account, and

repaying its effects on the inflictor. He afterwards gathered the books and hurled them on the fire. I read in

his countenance what anguish it was to offer that sacrifice to spleen. I fancied that as they consumed, he

recalled the pleasure they had already imparted, and the triumph and everincreasing pleasure he had

anticipated from them; and I fancied I guessed the incitement to his secret studies also. He had been content

with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope

of her approval, were his first prompters to higher pursuits; and instead of guarding him from one and

winning him to the other, his endeavours to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.

'Yes that's all the good that such a brute as you can get from them!' cried Catherine, sucking her damaged lip,

And his agitation precluded further speech; he advanced hastily to the entrance, where I made way for him to

pass. But ere he had crossed the doorstones, Mr. Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him, and

'Naught, naught,' he said, and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.

'It will be odd if I thwart myself,' he muttered, unconscious that I was behind him. 'But when I look for his

father in his face, I find HER every day more! How the devil is he so like? I can hardly bear to see him.'

He bent his eyes to the ground, and walked moodily in. There was a restless, anxious expression in his

countenance. I had never remarked there before; and he looked sparer in person. His daughterinlaw, on

perceiving him through the window, immediately escaped to the kitchen, so that I remained alone.

'I'm glad to see you out of doors again, Mr. Lockwood,' he said, in reply to my greeting; 'from selfish motives

partly: I don't think I could readily supply your loss in this desolation. I've wondered more than once what

'An idle whim, I fear, sir,' was my answer; 'or else an idle whim is going to spirit me away. I shall set out for

London next week; and I must give you warning that I feel no disposition to retain Thrushcross Grange

beyond the twelve months I agreed to rent it. I believe I shall not live there any more.'

'Oh, indeed; you're tired of being banished from the world, are you?' he said. 'But if you be coming to plead

off paying for a place you won't occupy, your journey is useless: I never relent in exacting my due from any

'I'm coming to plead off nothing about it,' I exclaimed, considerably irritated. 'Should you wish it, I'll settle

'No, no,' he replied, coolly; 'you'll leave sufficient behind to cover your debts, if you fail to return: I'm not in

such a hurry. Sit down and take your dinner with us; a guest that is safe from repeating his visit can generally

'You may get your dinner with Joseph,' muttered Heathcliff, aside, 'and remain in the kitchen till he is gone.'

She obeyed his directions very punctually: perhaps she had no temptation to transgress. Living among clowns

and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better class of people when she meets them.

With Mr. Heathcliff, grim and saturnine, on the one hand, and Hareton, absolutely dumb, on the other, I made

a somewhat cheerless meal, and bade adieu early. I would have departed by the back way, to get a last

glimpse of Catherine and annoy old Joseph; but Hareton received orders to lead up my horse, and my host

'How dreary life gets over in that house!' I reflected, while riding down the road. 'What a realisation of

something more romantic than a fairy tale it would have been for Mrs. Linton Heathcliff, had she and I struck

up an attachment, as her good nurse desired, and migrated together into the stirring atmosphere of the town!'

1802. This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend in the north, and on my journey to his

abode, I unexpectedly came within fifteen miles of Gimmerton. The ostler at a roadside publichouse was

holding a pail of water to refresh my horses, when a cart of very green oats, newly reaped, passed by, and he

remarked, 'Yon's frough Gimmerton, nah! They're allas three wick' after other folk wi' ther harvest.'

'Gimmerton?' I repeated my residence in that locality had already grown dim and dreamy. 'Ah! I know.

A sudden impulse seized me to visit Thrushcross Grange. It was scarcely noon, and I conceived that I might

as well pass the night under my own roof as in an inn. Besides, I could spare a day easily to arrange matters

with my landlord, and thus save myself the trouble of invading the neighbourhood again. Having rested

awhile, I directed my servant to inquire the way to the village; and, with great fatigue to our beasts, we

I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone. The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely

churchyard lonelier. I distinguished a moorsheep cropping the short turf on the graves. It was sweet, warm

weather too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above

and below: had I seen it nearer August, I'm sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its

solitudes. In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills,

I reached the Grange before sunset, and knocked for admittance; but the family had retreated into the back

premises, I judged, by one thin, blue wreath, curling from the kitchen chimney, and they did not hear. I rode

into the court. Under the porch, a girl of nine or ten sat knitting, and an old woman reclined on the

'Mistress Dean? Nay!' she answered, 'she doesn't bide here: shoo's up at th' Heights.'

'Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I wonder? I wish to stay all night.'

'T' maister!' she cried in astonishment. 'Whet, whoiver knew yah wur coming? Yah sud ha' send word. They's

She threw down her pipe and bustled in, the girl followed, and I entered too; soon perceiving that her report

was true, and, moreover, that I had almost upset her wits by my unwelcome apparition, I bade her be

composed. I would go out for a walk; and, meantime she must try to prepare a corner of a sittingroom for

me to sup in, and a bedroom to sleep in. No sweeping and dusting, only good fire and dry sheets were

necessary. She seemed willing to do her best; though she thrust the hearthbrush into the grates in mistake

for the poker, and malappropriated several other articles of her craft: but I retired, confiding in her energy for

a restingplace against my return. Wuthering Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion. An

I would have asked why Mrs. Dean had deserted the Grange, but it was impossible to delay her at such a

crisis, so I turned away and made my exit, rambling leisurely along, with the glow of a sinking sun behind,

and the mild glory of a rising moon in front one fading, and the other brightening as I quitted the park,

and climbed the stony byroad branching off to Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling. Before I arrived in sight of it, all

that remained of day was a beamless amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and

every blade of grass, by that splendid moon. I had neither to climb the gate nor to knock it yielded to my

hand. That is an improvement, I thought. And I noticed another, by the aid of my nostrils; a fragrance of

Both doors and lattices were open; and yet, as is usually the case in a coaldistrict, a fine red fire illumined

the chimney: the comfort which the eye derives from it renders the extra heat endurable. But the house of

Wuthering Heights is so large that the inmates have plenty of space for withdrawing out of its influence; and

accordingly what inmates there were had stationed themselves not far from one of the windows. I could both

see them and hear them talk before I entered, and looked and listened in consequence; being moved thereto

'ConTRARY!' said a voice as sweet as a silver bell. 'That for the third time, you dunce! I'm not going to tell

'Contrary, then,' answered another, in deep but softened tones. 'And now, kiss me, for minding so well.'

The male speaker began to read: he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having a

book before him. His handsome features glowed with pleasure, and his eyes kept impatiently wandering from

the page to a small white hand over his shoulder, which recalled him by a smart slap on the cheek, whenever

its owner detected such signs of inattention. Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at

intervals, with his brown looks, as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face it was lucky he could

not see her face, or he would never have been so steady. I could; and I bit my lip in spite, at having thrown

away the chance I might have had of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty.

The task was done, not free from further blunders; but the pupil claimed a reward, and received at least five

kisses; which, however, he generously returned. Then they came to the door, and from their conversation I

judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors. I supposed I should be condemned in

Hareton Earnshaw's heart, if not by his mouth, to the lowest pit in the infernal regions if I showed my

unfortunate person in his neighbourhood then; and feeling very mean and malignant, I skulked round to seek

refuge in the kitchen. There was unobstructed admittance on that side also; and at the door sat my old friend

Nelly Dean, sewing and singing a song; which was often interrupted from within by harsh words of scorn and

'I'd rayther, by th' haulf, hev' 'em swearing i' my lugs fro'h morn to neeght, nor hearken ye hahsiver!' said the

tenant of the kitchen, in answer to an unheard speech of Nelly's. 'It's a blazing shame, that I cannot oppen t'

blessed Book, but yah set up them glories to sattan, and all t' flaysome wickednesses that iver were born into

th' warld! Oh! ye're a raight nowt; and shoo's another; and that poor lad 'll be lost atween ye. Poor lad!' he

added, with a groan; 'he's witched: I'm sartin on't. Oh, Lord, judge 'em, for there's norther law nor justice

'No! or we should be sitting in flaming fagots, I suppose,' retorted the singer. 'But wisht, old man, and read

your Bible like a Christian, and never mind me. This is "Fairy Annie's Wedding" a bonny tune it goes to a

Mrs. Dean was about to recommence, when I advanced; and recognising me directly, she jumped to her feet,

crying 'Why, bless you, Mr. Lockwood! How could you think of returning in this way? All's shut up at

'I've arranged to be accommodated there, for as long as I shall stay,' I answered. 'I depart again tomorrow.

'Zillah left, and Mr. Heathcliff wished me to come, soon after you went to London, and stay till you returned.

'From the Grange,' I replied; 'and while they make me lodging room there, I want to finish my business with

'What business, sir?' said Nelly, conducting me into the house. 'He's gone out at present, and won't return

'Oh! then it is with Mrs. Heathcliff you must settle,' she observed; 'or rather with me. She has not learnt to

'Three months since: but sit down, and let me take your hat, and I'll tell you all about it. Stop, you have had

'I want nothing: I have ordered supper at home. You sit down too. I never dreamt of his dying! Let me hear

how it came to pass. You say you don't expect them back for some time the young people?'

'No I have to scold them every evening for their late rambles: but they don't care for me. At least, have a

She hastened to fetch it before I could refuse, and I heard Joseph asking whether 'it warn't a crying scandal

that she should have followers at her time of life? And then, to get them jocks out o' t' maister's cellar! He fair

She did not stay to retaliate, but reentered in a minute, bearing a reaming silver pint, whose contents I

lauded with becoming earnestness. And afterwards she furnished me with the sequel of Heathcliff's history.

I was summoned to Wuthering Heights, within a fortnight of your leaving us, she said; and I obeyed joyfully,

for Catherine's sake. My first interview with her grieved and shocked me: she had altered so much since our

separation. Mr. Heathcliff did not explain his reasons for taking a new mind about my coming here; he only

told me he wanted me, and he was tired of seeing Catherine: I must make the little parlour my sittingroom,

and keep her with me. It was enough if he were obliged to see her once or twice a day. She seemed pleased at

this arrangement; and, by degrees, I smuggled over a great number of books, and other articles, that had

formed her amusement at the Grange; and flattered myself we should get on in tolerable comfort. The

delusion did not last long. Catherine, contented at first, in a brief space grew irritable and restless. For one

thing, she was forbidden to move out of the garden, and it fretted her sadly to be confined to its narrow

bounds as spring drew on; for another, in following the house, I was forced to quit her frequently, and she

complained of loneliness: she preferred quarrelling with Joseph in the kitchen to sitting at peace in her

solitude. I did not mind their skirmishes: but Hareton was often obliged to seek the kitchen also, when the

master wanted to have the house to himself! and though in the beginning she either left it at his approach, or

quietly joined in my occupations, and shunned remarking or addressing him and though he was always as

sullen and silent as possible after a while, she changed her behaviour, and became incapable of letting him

alone: talking at him; commenting on his stupidity and idleness; expressing her wonder how he could endure

the life he lived how he could sit a whole evening staring into the fire, and dozing.

'He's just like a dog, is he not, Ellen?' she once observed, 'or a carthorse? He does his work, eats his food,

and sleeps eternally! What a blank, dreary mind he must have! Do you ever dream, Hareton? And, if you do,

'He's, perhaps, dreaming now,' she continued. 'He twitched his shoulder as Juno twitches hers. Ask him,

'Mr. Hareton will ask the master to send you upstairs, if you don't behave!' I said. He had not only twitched

'I know why Hareton never speaks, when I am in the kitchen,' she exclaimed, on another occasion. 'He is

afraid I shall laugh at him. Ellen, what do you think? He began to teach himself to read once; and, because I

'Perhaps I was,' she went on; 'but I did not expect him to be so silly. Hareton, if I gave you a book, would you

She placed one she had been perusing on his hand; he flung it off, and muttered, if she did not give over, he

'Well, I shall put it here,' she said, 'in the tabledrawer; and I'm going to bed.'

Then she whispered me to watch whether he touched it, and departed. But he would not come near it; and so I

informed her in the morning, to her great disappointment. I saw she was sorry for his persevering sulkiness

and indolence: her conscience reproved her for frightening him off improving himself: she had done it

effectually. But her ingenuity was at work to remedy the injury: while I ironed, or pursued other such

stationary employments as I could not well do in the parlour, she would bring some pleasant volume and read

it aloud to me. When Hareton was there, she generally paused in an interesting part, and left the book lying

about: that she did repeatedly; but he was as obstinate as a mule, and, instead of snatching at her bait, in wet

weather he took to smoking with Joseph; and they sat like automatons, one on each side of the fire, the elder

happily too deaf to understand her wicked nonsense, as he would have called it, the younger doing his best to

seem to disregard it. On fine evenings the latter followed his shooting expeditions, and Catherine yawned and

sighed, and teased me to talk to her, and ran off into the court or garden the moment I began; and, as a last

Mr. Heathcliff, who grew more and more disinclined to society, had almost banished Earnshaw from his

apartment. Owing to an accident at the commencement of March, he became for some days a fixture in the

kitchen. His gun burst while out on the hills by himself; a splinter cut his arm, and he lost a good deal of

blood before he could reach home. The consequence was that, perforce, he was condemned to the fireside and

tranquillity, till he made it up again. It suited Catherine to have him there: at any rate, it made her hate her

room upstairs more than ever: and she would compel me to find out business below, that she might

On Easter Monday, Joseph went to Gimmerton fair with some cattle; and, in the afternoon, I was busy getting

up linen in the kitchen. Earnshaw sat, morose as usual, at the chimney corner, and my little mistress was

beguiling an idle hour with drawing pictures on the windowpanes, varying her amusement by smothered

bursts of songs, and whispered ejaculations, and quick glances of annoyance and impatience in the direction

of her cousin, who steadfastly smoked, and looked into the grate. At a notice that I could do with her no

longer intercepting my light, she removed to the hearthstone. I bestowed little attention on her proceedings,

but, presently, I heard her begin 'I've found out, Hareton, that I want that I'm glad that I should like you

'Let me take that pipe,' she said, cautiously advancing her hand and abstracting it from his mouth.

Before he could attempt to recover it, it was broken, and behind the fire. He swore at her and seized another.

'Stop,' she cried, 'you must listen to me first; and I can't speak while those clouds are floating in my face.'

'No,' she persisted, 'I won't: I can't tell what to do to make you talk to me; and you are determined not to

understand. When I call you stupid, I don't mean anything: I don't mean that I despise you. Come, you shall

'I shall have naught to do wi' you and your mucky pride, and your damned mocking tricks!' he answered. 'I'll

go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways after you again. Side out o' t' gate, now, this minute!'

Catherine frowned, and retreated to the windowseat chewing her lip, and endeavouring, by humming an

'You should be friends with your cousin, Mr. Hareton,' I interrupted, 'since she repents of her sauciness. It

would do you a great deal of good: it would make you another man to have her for a companion.'

'A companion!' he cried; 'when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me

'It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!' wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. 'You hate me

'You're a damned liar,' began Earnshaw: 'why have I made him angry, by taking your part, then, a hundred

times? and that when you sneered at and despised me, and Go on plaguing me, and I'll step in yonder, and

'I didn't know you took my part,' she answered, drying her eyes; 'and I was miserable and bitter at everybody;

She returned to the hearth, and frankly extended her hand. He blackened and scowled like a thundercloud,

and kept his fists resolutely clenched, and his gaze fixed on the ground. Catherine, by instinct, must have

divined it was obdurate perversity, and not dislike, that prompted this dogged conduct; for, after remaining an

instant undecided, she stooped and impressed on his cheek a gentle kiss. The little rogue thought I had not

seen her, and, drawing back, she took her former station by the window, quite demurely. I shook my head

reprovingly, and then she blushed and whispered 'Well! what should I have done, Ellen? He wouldn't shake

hands, and he wouldn't look: I must show him some way that I like him that I want to be friends.'

Whether the kiss convinced Hareton, I cannot tell: he was very careful, for some minutes, that his face should

not be seen, and when he did raise it, he was sadly puzzled where to turn his eyes.

Catherine employed herself in wrapping a handsome book neatly in white paper, and having tied it with a bit

of ribbon, and addressed it to 'Mr. Hareton Earnshaw,' she desired me to be her ambassadress, and convey the

'And tell him, if he'll take it, I'll come and teach him to read it right,' she said; 'and, if he refuse it, I'll go

I carried it, and repeated the message; anxiously watched by my employer. Hareton would not open his

fingers, so I laid it on his knee. He did not strike it off, either. I returned to my work. Catherine leaned her

head and arms on the table, till she heard the slight rustle of the covering being removed; then she stole away,

and quietly seated herself beside her cousin. He trembled, and his face glowed: all his rudeness and all his

surly harshness had deserted him: he could not summon courage, at first, to utter a syllable in reply to her

'Say you forgive me, Hareton, do. You can make me so happy by speaking that little word.'

'Nay, you'll be ashamed of me every day of your life,' he answered; 'and the more ashamed, the more you

'So you won't be my friend?' she said, smiling as sweet as honey, and creeping close up.

I overheard no further distinguishable talk, but, on looking round again, I perceived two such radiant

countenances bent over the page of the accepted book, that I did not doubt the treaty had been ratified on both

The work they studied was full of costly pictures; and those and their position had charm enough to keep

them unmoved till Joseph came home. He, poor man, was perfectly aghast at the spectacle of Catherine

seated on the same bench with Hareton Earnshaw, leaning her hand on his shoulder; and confounded at his

favourite's endurance of her proximity: it affected him too deeply to allow an observation on the subject that

night. His emotion was only revealed by the immense sighs he drew, as he solemnly spread his large Bible on

the table, and overlaid it with dirty banknotes from his pocketbook, the produce of the day's transactions.

'Tak' these in to t' maister, lad,' he said, 'and bide there. I's gang up to my own rahm. This hoile's neither

'Come, Catherine,' I said, 'we must "side out" too: I've done my ironing. Are you ready to go?'

'Hareton, I'll leave this book upon the chimneypiece, and I'll bring some more tomorrow.'

'Ony books that yah leave, I shall tak' into th' hahse,' said Joseph, 'and it'll be mitch if yah find 'em agean; soa,

Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers; and, smiling as she passed Hareton, went singing

upstairs: lighter of heart, I venture to say, than ever she had been under that roof before; except, perhaps,

The intimacy thus commenced grew rapidly; though it encountered temporary interruptions. Earnshaw was

not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both

their minds tending to the same point one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring

You see, Mr. Lockwood, it was easy enough to win Mrs. Heathcliff's heart. But now, I'm glad you did not try.

The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two. I shall envy no one on their wedding day: there

ON the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary employments, and

therefore remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be impracticable to retain my charge beside

me, as heretofore. She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, where she had seen her cousin

performing some easy work; and when I went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she had persuaded him to

clear a large space of ground from currant and gooseberry bushes, and they were busy planning together an

I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief halfhour; the blackcurrant trees

were the apple of Joseph's eye, and she had just fixed her choice of a flowerbed in the midst of them.

'There! That will be all shown to the master,' I exclaimed, 'the minute it is discovered. And what excuse have

you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden? We shall have a fine explosion on the head of it: see if

we don't! Mr. Hareton, I wonder you should have no more wit than to go and make that mess at her bidding!'

'I'd forgotten they were Joseph's,' answered Earnshaw, rather puzzled; 'but I'll tell him I did it.'

We always ate our meals with Mr. Heathcliff. I held the mistress's post in making tea and carving; so I was

indispensable at table. Catherine usually sat by me, but today she stole nearer to Hareton; and I presently

saw she would have no more discretion in her friendship than she had in her hostility.

'Now, mind you don't talk with and notice your cousin too much,' were my whispered instructions as we

entered the room. 'It will certainly annoy Mr. Heathcliff, and he'll be mad at you both.'

The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses in his plate of porridge.

He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look; and yet she went on teasing, till he was twice on the

point of being provoked to laugh. I frowned, and then she glanced towards the master: whose mind was

occupied on other subjects than his company, as his countenance evinced; and she grew serious for an instant,

scrutinizing him with deep gravity. Afterwards she turned, and recommenced her nonsense; at last, Hareton

uttered a smothered laugh. Mr. Heathcliff started; his eye rapidly surveyed our faces, Catherine met it with

'It is well you are out of my reach,' he exclaimed. 'What fiend possesses you to stare back at me, continually,

with those infernal eyes? Down with them! and don't remind me of your existence again. I thought I had

Hareton looked at his plate, and did not repeat the confession. Mr. Heathcliff looked at him a bit, and then

silently resumed his breakfast and his interrupted musing. We had nearly finished, and the two young people

prudently shifted wider asunder, so I anticipated no further disturbance during that sitting: when Joseph

appeared at the door, revealing by his quivering lip and furious eyes that the outrage committed on his

precious shrubs was detected. He must have seen Cathy and her cousin about the spot before he examined it,

for while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cud, and rendered his speech difficult to

'I mun hev' my wage, and I mun goa! I HED aimed to dee wheare I'd sarved fur sixty year; and I thowt I'd lug

my books up into t' garret, and all my bits o' stuff, and they sud hev' t' kitchen to theirseln; for t' sake o'

quietness. It wur hard to gie up my awn hearthstun, but I thowt I COULD do that! But nah, shoo's taan my

garden fro' me, and by th' heart, maister, I cannot stand it! Yah may bend to th' yoak an ye will I noan used

to 't, and an old man doesn't sooin get used to new barthens. I'd rayther arn my bite an' my sup wi' a hammer

'Now, now, idiot!' interrupted Heathcliff, 'cut it short! What's your grievance? I'll interfere in no quarrels

between you and Nelly. She may thrust you into the coalhole for anything I care.'

'It's noan Nelly!' answered Joseph. 'I sudn't shift for Nelly nasty ill nowt as shoo is. Thank God! SHOO

cannot stale t' sowl o' nob'dy! Shoo wer niver soa handsome, but what a body mud look at her 'bout winking.

It's yon flaysome, graceless quean, that's witched our lad, wi' her bold een and her forrard ways till Nay!

it fair brusts my heart! He's forgotten all I've done for him, and made on him, and goan and riven up a whole

row o' t' grandest curranttrees i' t' garden!' and here he lamented outright; unmanned by a sense of his bitter

'Is the fool drunk?' asked Mr. Heathcliff. 'Hareton, is it you he's finding fault with?'

'I've pulled up two or three bushes,' replied the young man; 'but I'm going to set 'em again.'

'We wanted to plant some flowers there,' she cried. 'I'm the only person to blame, for I wished him to do it.'

'And who the devil gave YOU leave to touch a stick about the place?' demanded her fatherinlaw, much

The latter was speechless; his cousin replied 'You shouldn't grudge a few yards of earth for me to ornament,

'And my money,' she continued; returning his angry glare, and meantime biting a piece of crust, the remnant

'And Hareton's land, and his money,' pursued the reckless thing. 'Hareton and I are friends now; and I shall

The master seemed confounded a moment: he grew pale, and rose up, eyeing her all the while, with an

'If you strike me, Hareton will strike you,' she said; 'so you may as well sit down.'

'If Hareton does not turn you out of the room, I'll strike him to hell,' thundered Heathcliff. 'Damnable witch!

dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her! Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen! I'll kill her,

'Drag her away!' he cried, savagely. 'Are you staying to talk?' And he approached to execute his own

'He'll not obey you, wicked man, any more,' said Catherine; 'and he'll soon detest you as much as I do.'

'Wisht! wisht!' muttered the young man, reproachfully; 'I will not hear you speak so to him. Have done.'

'Now, YOU go!' he said to Earnshaw. 'Accursed witch! this time she has provoked me when I could not bear

He had his hand in her hair; Hareton attempted to release her looks, entreating him not to hurt her that once.

Heathcliff's black eyes flashed; he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces, and I was just worked up to risk

coming to the rescue, when of a sudden his fingers relaxed; he shifted his grasp from her head to her arm, and

gazed intently in her face. Then he drew his hand over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently,

and turning anew to Catherine, said, with assumed calmness 'You must learn to avoid putting me in a

passion, or I shall really murder you some time! Go with Mrs. Dean, and keep with her; and confine your

insolence to her ears. As to Hareton Earnshaw, if I see him listen to you, I'll send him seeking his bread

where he can get it! Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar. Nelly, take her; and leave me, all of

I led my young lady out: she was too glad of her escape to resist; the other followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had

the room to himself till dinner. I had counselled Catherine to dine upstairs; but, as soon as he perceived her

vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards,

The two new friends established themselves in the house during his absence; where I heard Hareton sternly

cheek his cousin, on her offering a revelation of her fatherinlaw's conduct to his father. He said he

wouldn't suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement: if he were the devil, it didn't signify; he would

stand by him; and he'd rather she would abuse himself, as she used to, than begin on Mr. Heathcliff.

Catherine was waxing cross at this; but he found means to make her hold her tongue, by asking how she

would like HIM to speak ill of her father? Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master's reputation

home to himself; and was attached by ties stronger than reason could break chains, forged by habit, which

it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart, thenceforth, in avoiding both complaints and

expressions of antipathy concerning Heathcliff; and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to

raise a bad spirit between him and Hareton: indeed, I don't believe she has ever breathed a syllable, in the

When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several

occupations of pupil and teacher. I came in to sit with them, after I had done my work; and I felt so soothed

and comforted to watch them, that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a

measure my children: I had long been proud of one; and now, I was sure, the other would be a source of equal

satisfaction. His honest, warm, and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and

degradation in which it had been bred; and Catherine's sincere commendations acted as a spur to his industry.

His brightening mind brightened his features, and added spirit and nobility to their aspect: I could hardly

fancy it the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights, after

her expedition to the Crags. While I admired and they laboured, dusk drew on, and with it returned the

master. He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full view of the whole

three, ere we could raise our heads to glance at him. Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter, or more

harmless sight; and it will be a burning shame to scold them. The red firelight glowed on their two bonny

heads, and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twentythree

and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the

They lifted their eyes together, to encounter Mr. Heathcliff: perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes

are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness

to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather haughty,

whether she will or not. With Hareton the resemblance is carried farther: it is singular at all times, THEN it

was particularly striking; because his senses were alert, and his mental faculties wakened to unwonted

activity. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff: he walked to the hearth in evident agitation; but

it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man: or, I should say, altered its character; for it was there yet.

He took the book from his hand, and glanced at the open page, then returned it without any observation;

merely signing Catherine away: her companion lingered very little behind her, and I was about to depart also,

'It is a poor conclusion, is it not?' he observed, having brooded awhile on the scene he had just witnessed: 'an

absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train

myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power, I find the will

to lift a slate off either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me; now would be the precise time

to revenge myself on their representatives: I could do it; and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I

don't care for striking: I can't take the trouble to raise my hand! That sounds as if I had been labouring the

whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. It is far from being the case: I have lost the faculty of

'Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I'm in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily

life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which

retain a distinct material appearance to me; and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony. About

HER I won't speak; and I don't desire to think; but I earnestly wish she were invisible: her presence invokes

only maddening sensations. HE moves me differently: and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I'd

never see him again! You'll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so,' he added, making an effort to

smile, 'if I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. But

you'll not talk of what I tell you; and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself, it is tempting at last to turn it

'Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being; I felt to him in such a

variety of ways, that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally. In the first place, his

startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the

most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least: for what is not connected with her to me? and what

does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud,

in every tree filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day I am surrounded with

her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women my own features mock me with a resemblance.

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her! Well,

Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love; of my wild endeavours to hold my right; my

'But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you: only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always

alone, his society is no benefit; rather an aggravation of the constant torment I suffer: and it partly contributes

to render me regardless how he and his cousin go on together. I can give them no attention any more.'

'But what do you mean by a CHANGE, Mr. Heathcliff?' I said, alarmed at his manner: though he was neither

in danger of losing his senses, nor dying, according to my judgment: he was quite strong and healthy; and, as

to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things, and entertaining odd fancies. He

might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol; but on every other point his wits were as

'I shall not know that till it comes,' he said; 'I'm only half conscious of it now.'

'Afraid? No!' he replied. 'I have neither a fear, nor a presentiment, nor a hope of death. Why should I? With

my hard constitution and temperate mode of living, and unperilous occupations, I ought to, and probably

SHALL, remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. And yet I cannot continue in this

condition! I have to remind myself to breathe almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending

back a stiff spring: it is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought; and by

compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead, which is not associated with one universal idea. I have a

single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long,

and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached and soon because it has devoured my

existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment. My confessions have not relieved me; but

they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show. O God! It is a long

He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was inclined to believe, as he said

Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell. I wondered greatly how it would end.

Though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, even by looks, it was his habitual mood, I had no

doubt: he asserted it himself; but not a soul, from his general bearing, would have conjectured the fact. You

did not when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood: and at the period of which I speak, he was just the same as then;

FOR some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals; yet he would not consent

formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy. He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings,

choosing rather to absent himself; and eating once in twentyfour hours seemed sufficient sustenance for

One night, after the family were in bed, I heard him go downstairs, and out at the front door. I did not hear

him reenter, and in the morning I found he was still away. We were in April then: the weather was sweet

and warm, the grass as green as showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf appletrees near the

southern wall in full bloom. After breakfast, Catherine insisted on my bringing a chair and sitting with my

work under the firtrees at the end of the house; and she beguiled Hareton, who had perfectly recovered from

his accident, to dig and arrange her little garden, which was shifted to that corner by the influence of Joseph's

complaints. I was comfortably revelling in the spring fragrance around, and the beautiful soft blue overhead,

when my young lady, who had run down near the gate to procure some primrose roots for a border, returned

only half laden, and informed us that Mr. Heathcliff was coming in. 'And he spoke to me,' she added, with a

'He told me to begone as fast as I could,' she answered. 'But he looked so different from his usual look that I

'Why, almost bright and cheerful. No, ALMOST nothing VERY MUCH excited, and wild, and glad!' she

'Nightwalking amuses him, then,' I remarked, affecting a careless manner: in reality as surprised as she was,

and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an

everyday spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he

trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.

'Will you have some breakfast?' I said. 'You must be hungry, rambling about all night!' I wanted to discover

'No, I'm not hungry,' he answered, averting his head, and speaking rather contemptuously, as if he guessed I

I felt perplexed: I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition.

'I don't think it right to wander out of doors,' I observed, 'instead of being in bed: it is not wise, at any rate this

moist season. I daresay you'll catch a bad cold or a fever: you have something the matter with you now!'

'Nothing but what I can bear,' he replied; 'and with the greatest pleasure, provided you'll leave me alone: get

'Yes!' I reflected to myself, 'we shall have a fit of illness. I cannot conceive what he has been doing.'

That noon he sat down to dinner with us, and received a heapedup plate from my hands, as if he intended to

'I've neither cold nor fever, Nelly,' he remarked, in allusion to my morning's speech; 'and I'm ready to do

He took his knife and fork, and was going to commence eating, when the inclination appeared to become

suddenly extinct. He laid them on the table, looked eagerly towards the window, then rose and went out. We

saw him walking to and fro in the garden while we concluded our meal, and Earnshaw said he'd go and ask

'Nay,' he answered; 'but he's not angry: he seemed rarely pleased indeed; only I made him impatient by

speaking to him twice; and then he bid me be off to you: he wondered how I could want the company of

I set his plate to keep warm on the fender; and after an hour or two he reentered, when the room was clear,

in no degree calmer: the same unnatural it was unnatural appearance of joy under his black brows; the

same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind of smile; his frame shivering, not as one

shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tightstretched cord vibrates a strong thrilling, rather than

I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should? And I exclaimed 'Have you heard any good news,

'Where should good news come from to me?' he said. 'I'm animated with hunger; and, seemingly, I must not

'I don't want it now,' he muttered, hastily: 'I'll wait till supper. And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn

Hareton and the other away from me. I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself.'

'Is there some new reason for this banishment?' I inquired. 'Tell me why you are so queer, Mr. Heathcliff?

Where were you last night? I'm not putting the question through idle curiosity, but '

'You are putting the question through very idle curiosity,' he interrupted, with a laugh. 'Yet I'll answer it. Last

night I was on the threshold of hell. Today, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly

three feet to sever me! And now you'd better go! You'll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you, if you

Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than ever.

He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his solitude; till, at eight o'clock, I

deemed it proper, though unsummoned, to carry a candle and his supper to him. He was leaning against the

ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom. The fire had

smouldered to ashes; the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening; and so still, that not

only the murmur of the beck down Gimmerton was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the

pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing

the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the casements, one after another, till I came to his.

The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by

the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr.

Heathcliff, but a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness.

'Yes, close it,' he replied, in his familiar voice. 'There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the

I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph 'The master wishes you to take him a light and

Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel, and went: but he brought it back immediately, with the suppertray

in his other hand, explaining that Mr. Heathcliff was going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning.

We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with

the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for anybody to get through; and it struck

me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no suspicion.

'Is he a ghoul or a vampire?' I mused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons. And then I set myself to

reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through

his whole course; and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. 'But where did he come

from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane?' muttered Superstition, as I dozed into

unconsciousness. And I began, half dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him;

and, repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations; at last,

picturing his death and funeral: of which, all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of

dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it; and, as he had no surname, and

we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, 'Heathcliff.' That came

true: we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death.

Dawn restored me to common sense. I rose, and went into the garden, as soon as I could see, to ascertain if

there were any footmarks under his window. There were none. 'He has stayed at home,' I thought, 'and he'll

be all right today.' I prepared breakfast for the household, as was my usual custom, but told Hareton and

Catherine to get theirs ere the master came down, for he lay late. They preferred taking it out of doors, under

On my reentrance, I found Mr. Heathcliff below. He and Joseph were conversing about some farming

business; he gave clear, minute directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and turned

his head continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated. When Joseph

quitted the room he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him. He

drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed, surveying

one particular portion, up and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest that he stopped

'Come now,' I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand, 'eat and drink that, while it is hot: it has been

He didn't notice me, and yet he smiled. I'd rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so.

'Mr. Heathcliff! master!' I cried, 'don't, for God's sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision.'

'Don't, for God's sake, shout so loud,' he replied. 'Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?'

Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I was not quite sure. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant

space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease.

Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall; for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he

gazed at something within two yards' distance. And whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both

pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes: at least the anguished, yet raptured, expression of his countenance

suggested that idea. The fancied object was not fixed, either: his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence,

and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away. I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence

from food: if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to get

a piece of bread, his fingers clenched before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim.

I sat, a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing speculation; till he grew

irritable, and got up, asking why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his meals? and saying

that on the next occasion I needn't wait: I might set the things down and go. Having uttered these words he

left the house, slowly sauntered down the garden path, and disappeared through the gate.

The hours crept anxiously by: another evening came. I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did, I could

not sleep. He returned after midnight, and, instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room beneath. I

listened, and tossed about, and, finally, dressed and descended. It was too irksome to lie there, harassing my

I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a

deep inspiration, resembling a groan. He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the

name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak

to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul. I had not courage to walk straight

into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire,

stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door

immediately, and said 'Nelly, come here is it morning? Come in with your light.'

'It is striking four,' I answered. 'You want a candle to take upstairs: you might have lit one at this fire.'

'No, I don't wish to go upstairs,' he said. 'Come in, and kindle ME a fire, and do anything there is to do about

'I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,' I replied, getting a chair and the bellows

He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction; his heavy sighs succeeding each other so

'When day breaks I'll send for Green,' he said; 'I wish to make some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow

a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly. I have not written my will yet; and how to leave my

property I cannot determine. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth.'

'I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff,' I interposed. 'Let your will be a while: you'll be spared to repent of your

many injustices yet! I never expected that your nerves would be disordered: they are, at present, marvellously

so, however; and almost entirely through your own fault. The way you've passed these three last days might

knock up a Titan. Do take some food, and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how

you require both. Your cheeks are hollow, and your eyes bloodshot, like a person starving with hunger and

'It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest,' he replied. 'I assure you it is through no settled designs. I'll do both,

as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arms' length of

the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest. Well, never mind Mr. Green: as to repenting of my injustices,

I've done no injustice, and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss

'Happy, master?' I cried. 'Strange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry, I might offer some

'You are aware, Mr. Heathcliff,' I said, 'that from the time you were thirteen years old you have lived a

selfish, unchristian life; and probably hardly had a Bible in your hands during all that period. You must have

forgotten the contents of the book, and you may not have space to search it now. Could it be hurtful to send

for some one some minister of any denomination, it does not matter which to explain it, and show you

how very far you have erred from its precepts; and how unfit you will be for its heaven, unless a change takes

'I'm rather obliged than angry, Nelly,' he said, 'for you remind me of the manner in which I desire to be

buried. It is to be carried to the churchyard in the evening. You and Hareton may, if you please, accompany

me: and mind, particularly, to notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins! No

minister need come; nor need anything be said over me. I tell you I have nearly attained MY heaven; and

'And supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast, and died by that means, and they refused to bury you in

the precincts of the kirk?' I said, shocked at his godless indifference. 'How would you like it?'

'They won't do that,' he replied: 'if they did, you must have me removed secretly; and if you neglect it you

As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den, and I breathed freer. But in

the afternoon, while Joseph and Hareton were at their work, he came into the kitchen again, and, with a wild

look, bid me come and sit in the house: he wanted somebody with him. I declined; telling him plainly that his

strange talk and manner frightened me, and I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone.

'I believe you think me a fiend,' he said, with his dismal laugh: 'something too horrible to live under a decent

roof.' Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half

sneeringly, 'Will YOU come, chuck? I'll not hurt you. No! to you I've made myself worse than the devil.

Well, there is ONE who won't shrink from my company! By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's

He solicited the society of no one more. At dusk he went into his chamber. Through the whole night, and far

into the morning, we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself. Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid

him fetch Mr. Kenneth, and he should go in and see him. When he came, and I requested admittance and tried

to open the door, I found it locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned. He was better, and would be left alone;

The following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till daydawn; and, as I took my morning walk

round the house, I observed the master's window swinging open, and the rain driving straight in. He cannot

be in bed, I thought: those showers would drench him through. He must either be up or out. But I'll make no

Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose the panels, for the chamber was

vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there laid on his back. His eyes met

mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and

throat were washed with rain; the bedclothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and

fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my

I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to extinguish,

if possible, that frightful, lifelike gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. They would not shut: they

seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit

of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph. Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle

'Th' divil's harried off his soul,' he cried, 'and he may hev' his carcass into t' bargin, for aught I care! Ech!

what a wicked 'un he looks, girning at death!' and the old sinner grinned in mockery. I thought he intended to

cut a caper round the bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised his hands, and

returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights.

I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of

oppressive sadness. But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only one who really suffered much. He sat

by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest. He pressed its hand, and kissed the sarcastic, savage face

that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs

Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died. I concealed the fact of his having

swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it might lead to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain

We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six

men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole attendance. The six men departed when they had let it down

into the grave: we stayed to see it covered. Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them

over the brown mould himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds and I hope

its tenant sleeps as soundly. But the country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he

WALKS: there are those who speak to having met him near the church, and on the moor, and even within this

house. Idle tales, you'll say, and so say I. Yet that old man by the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em

looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death: and an odd thing happened to me

about a month ago. I was going to the Grange one evening a dark evening, threatening thunder and, just

at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him; he was crying

'There's Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t' nab,' he blubbered, 'un' I darnut pass 'em.'

I saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down. He probably

raised the phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents

and companions repeat. Yet, still, I don't like being out in the dark now; and I don't like being left by myself

in this grim house: I cannot help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange.

'Yes,' answered Mrs. Dean, 'as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year's Day.'

'Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the

'No, Mr. Lockwood,' said Nelly, shaking her head. 'I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak

'THEY are afraid of nothing,' I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. 'Together, they

As they stepped on to the doorstones, and halted to take a last look at the moon or, more correctly, at each

other by her light I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again; and, pressing a remembrance into the

hand of Mrs. Dean, and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as

they opened the housedoor; and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellowservant's gay

indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a

My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the kirk. When beneath its walls, I perceived

decay had made progress, even in seven months: many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass; and

slates jutted off here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be gradually worked off in coming

I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the moor: on middle one grey, and half

buried in the heath; Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its foot; Heathcliff's

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells,

listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet