Catherines 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 commentaryat least the appearance of onecovering 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 Josephrudely, yet powerfully sketched. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine, and I began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics. An awful Sunday, commenced the paragraph beneath. I wish my father were back again. Hindley is a detestable substitutehis conduct to Heathcliff is atrociousH. and I are going to rebelwe took our initiatory step this evening. 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 firedoing anything but reading their Bibles, Ill answer for itHeathcliff, 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 much noise; now a mere titter is sufficient to send us into corners.  You forget you have a master here, says the tyrant. Ill 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 husbands knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hourfoolish 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 oered, und t sound o t gospel still i yer lugs, and ye darr be laiking! Shame on ye! sit ye down, ill childer! theres good books eneugh if yell read em sit ye down, and think o yer sowls! 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 place. Then there was a hubbub!  Maister Hindley! shouted our chaplain. Maister, coom hither! Miss Cathys riven th back off Th Helmet o Salvation, un Heathcliffs pawsed his fit into t first part o T Brooad Way to Destruction! Its fair flaysome that ye let em go on this gait. Ech! th owd man wad ha laced em properlybut hes 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 dairywomans cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter. A pleasant suggestionand then, if the surly old man come in, he may believe his prophecy verifiedwe cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain than we are here. I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject she waxed lachrymose. 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 cant give over. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond, and wont 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. too liberally; and swears he will reduce him to his right place I began to nod drowsily over the dim page my eye wandered from manuscript to print. I saw a red ornamented titleSeventy 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 dont 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 pilgrims 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 textSeventy Times Seven; and either Joseph, the preacher, or I had committed the First of the SeventyFirst, and were to be publicly exposed and excommunicated. 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 clergymans 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 preachedgood 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 most curious character odd transgressions that I never imagined previously. 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 Jabez Branderham as the sinner of the sin that no Christian need pardon. 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 departSeventy 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, that the place which knows him may know him no more! Thou art the Man! cried Jabez, after a solemn pause, leaning over his cushion. Seventy times seven times didst thou gapingly contort thy visageseventy times seven did I take counsel with my soulLo, this is human weakness this also may be absolved! The First of the SeventyFirst is come. Brethren, execute upon him the judgment written. Such honour have all His saints! With that concluding word, the whole assembly, exalting their pilgrims 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 mans 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 Jabezs 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 dreamt again if possible, still more disagreeably than before. 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 inlet 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)Im come home Id lost my way on the moor! As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a childs 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 grip, 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. Ill never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years. It is twenty years, mourned the voice twenty years. Ive 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 anyone here? I considered it best to confess my presence; for I knew Heathcliffs 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 up. 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. Im 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 was it? Ive a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment? 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 isswarming 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 heavens sake! dont repeat that horrid noise nothing could excuse it, unless you were having your throat cut! If the little fiend had got in at the window, she probably would have strangled me! I returned. Im not going to endure the persecutions of your hospitable ancestors again. Was not the Reverend Jabez Branderham akin to you on the mothers side? And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she was calledshe must have been a changelingwicked little soul! She told me she had been walking the earth these twenty years a just punishment for her mortal transgressions, Ive no doubt! Scarcely were these words uttered when I recollected the association of Heathcliffs with Catherines 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 addThe truth is, sir, I passed the first part of the night in Here I stopped afreshI 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 onin spelling over the name scratched on that windowledge. A monotonous occupation, calculated to set me asleep, like counting, or What can you mean by talking in this way to me! thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. Howhow dare you, under my roof?God! hes 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 oclock yet! I could have taken oath it had been six. Time stagnates here we must surely have retired to rest at eight! Always at nine in winter, and rise at four, said my host, suppressing a groan and, as I fancied, by the motion of his arms shadow, dashing a tear from his eyes. Mr. Lockwood, he added, you may go into my room youll only be in the way, coming downstairs so early and your childish outcry has sent sleep to the devil for me. And for me, too, I replied. Ill walk in the yard till daylight, and then Ill be off; and you need not dread a repetition of my intrusion. Im now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. 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 houseJuno mounts sentinel there, andnay, you can only ramble about the steps and passages. But, away with you! Ill 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, doonce more! Oh! my hearts darling! hear me this time, Catherine, at last! The spectre showed a spectres ordinary caprice it gave no sign of being; but the snow and wind whirled wildly through, even reaching my station, and blowing out the light. 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 from the ashes, and saluted me with a querulous mew. 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 anyone 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 as solemnly as he came. A more elastic footstep entered next; and now I opened my mouth for a good morning, 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 I changed my locality. 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 her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron, and heave an indignant groan. 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 breadyou 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 sightdo you hear, damnable jade? Ill 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 Ill not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please! 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 yesterdays 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 left, when I imagined I was following, correctly, the windings of the road. 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 porters 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 the usual way from Wuthering Heights. 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. IV 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 impracticableI, 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 his housekeeper. Indeed. 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 ejaculatedAh, times are greatly changed since then! Yes, I remarked, youve seen a good many alterations, I suppose? I have and troubles too, she said. Oh, Ill turn the talk on my landlords 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 not rich enough to keep the estate in good order? I inquired. Rich, sir! she returned. He has nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, hes rich enough to live in a finer house than this but hes very nearclosehanded; 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! He had a son, it seems? Yes, he had onehe is dead. And that young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff, is his widow? Yes. Where did she come from originally? Why, sir, she is my late masters 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 minutes reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine. Then, I continued, my predecessors name was Linton? It was. And who is that Earnshaw Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr. Heathcliff? Are they relations? No; he is the late Mrs. Lintons nephew. The young ladys cousin, then? Yes; and her husband was her cousin also one on the mothers, the other on the fathers side Heathcliff married Mr. Lintons sister. 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 usI 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. Oh dear, I dont wonder! And how did you like the master? A rough fellow, rather, Mrs. Dean. Is not that his character? 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 history? Its a cuckoos, sirI 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 one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated. Well, Mrs. Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours I feel I shall not rest if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour. Oh, certainly, sir! Ill just fetch a little sewing, and then Ill sit as long as you please. But youve caught cold I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out. 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 commencedwaiting no farther invitation to her storyI was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr. Hindley Earnshaw, that was Haretons 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 morningit was the beginning of harvest, I rememberMr. 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 mefor I sat eating my porridge with themand he said, speaking to his son, Now, my bonny man, Im 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 allthe three days of his absenceand 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 oclock, 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 killedhe would not have such another walk for the three kingdoms. 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 een take it as a gift of God; though its as dark almost as if it came from the devil. We crowded round, and over Miss Cathys head I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, blackhaired child; big enough both to walk and talk indeed, its face looked older than Catherines; 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 fathers 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 be gone on the morrow. By chance, or else attracted by hearing his voice, it crept to Mr. Earnshaws 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 inhumanity was sent out of the house. This was Heathcliffs 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 wasnt reasonable enough to feel my injustice, and the mistress never put in a word on his behalf when she saw him wronged. He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to illtreatment he would stand Hindleys 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 above Cathy, who was too mischievous and wayward for a favourite. So, from the very beginning, he bred bad feeling in the house; and at Mrs. Earnshaws 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 parents 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 hadnt 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 gentleness, made him give little trouble. 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 couldnt 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 Hindley You must exchange horses with me I dont like mine; and if you wont I shall tell your father of the three thrashings youve 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. Youd 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, youll 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 Ill 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 be damned, you beggarly interloper! and wheedle my father out of all he has only afterwards show him what you are, imp of Satan.And take that, I hope hell kick out your brains! 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 was deceived completely, as you will hear. V 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 anyone 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 childs pride and black tempers. Still it became in a manner necessary; twice, or thrice, Hindleys manifestation of scorn, while his father was near, roused the old man to a fury he seized his stick to strike him, and shook with rage that he could not do it. 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 saidHindley was nought, and would never thrive as where he wandered. 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 peopleMiss 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 souls 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 Earnshaws weakness by heaping the heaviest blame on the latter. 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 minutes security that she wouldnt be in mischief. Her spirits were always at highwater mark, her tongue always goingsinging, laughing, and plaguing everybody who would not do the same. A wild, wicked slip she wasbut 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 ordering; and so I let her know. 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 Josephs religious curses into ridicule, baiting me, and doing just what her father hated mostshowing 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, thourt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask Gods 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 sorry for her faults, and beg to be forgiven. But the hour came, at last, that ended Mr. Earnshaws 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 togetherI, 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 fathers 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 hairit pleased him rarely to see her gentleand 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 dinthey might pray alone that eveninghe had summut to do. I shall bid father good night first, said Catherine, putting her arms round his neck, before we could hinder her. The poor thing discovered her loss directlyshe screamed outOh, hes dead, Heathcliff! hes dead! And they both set up a heartbreaking cry. 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 childrens 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 safe together. VI Mr. Hindley came home to the funeral; anda thing that amazed us, and set the neighbours gossiping right and lefthe 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 his father. 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 repeatedlyAre 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 aweepingand when I asked what was the matter, answered, she didnt 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 dont in general take to foreigners here, Mr. Lockwood, unless they take to us first. 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 the intention. 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 Ive 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 start to see him alone. 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 youll never be content till youre sent about your business. What in the world led you wandering to Thrushcross Grange? Let me get off my wet clothes, and Ill 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 continuedCathy 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 dont answer properly? Probably not, I responded. They are good children, no doubt, and dont deserve the treatment you receive, for your bad conduct. Dont cant, Nelly, he said nonsense! We ran from the top of the Heights to the park, without stoppingCatherine completely beaten in the race, because she was barefoot. Youll 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 sawah! it was beautifula 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. Shouldnt they have been happy? We should have thought ourselves in heaven! And now, guess what your good children were doing? IsabellaI believe she is eleven, a year younger than Cathylay 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? Id not exchange, for a thousand lives, my condition here, for Edgar Lintons at Thrushcross Grangenot if I might have the privilege of flinging Joseph off the highest gable, and painting the housefront with Hindleys blood! 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 outno! 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, shoutingKeep fast, Skulker, keep fast! He changed his note, however, when he saw Skulkers 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, Im 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 theres 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, dont 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; Ill 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! Dont be afraid, it is but a boyyet 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 lispingFrightful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. Hes exactly like the son of the fortuneteller that stole my tame pheasant. Isnt 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. Thats Miss Earnshaw? he whispered to his mother, and look how Skulker has bitten herhow her foot bleeds!  Miss Earnshaw? Nonsense! cried the dame; Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet, my dear, the child is in mourningsurely it isand she may be lamed for life!  What culpable carelessness in her brother! exclaimed Mr. Linton, turning from me to Catherine. Ive 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 Liverpoola 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 language, Linton? Im shocked that my children should have heard it. I recommenced cursingdont be angry, Nellyand 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 Lintonsa dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I saw they were full of stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to themto 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 wont. 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 force she would have found it impossible. VII 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 thingsStay, dear, you will disarrange your curlslet me untie your hat. 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 Catherines 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 wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors. 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 Catherine welcome, like the other servants.


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 howhow funny and grim! But thats because Im used to Edgar and Isabella Linton. Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me? She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable. 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! And he would have broken from the circle, but Miss Cathy seized him again. 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 right but you are so dirty! She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress; which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his. You neednt have touched me! he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. I shall be as dirty as I please and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty. 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 exhibition of bad temper. After playing ladysmaid 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 Josephs 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 Missys 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 naughty swearing boy. 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 carethe 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 lads 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 beasts, according to custom. 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 yourselves, and have a long chatter till bedtime. He proceeded with his task, and never turned his head towards me. Comeare you coming? I continued. Theres a little cake for each of you, nearly enough; and youll need halfanhours donning. 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 oclock, 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 abruptlyNelly, make me decent, Im going to be good. High time, Heathcliff, I said; you have grieved Catherine shes sorry she ever came home, I daresay! It looks as if you envied her, because she is more thought of than you. The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough. Did she say she was grieved? he inquired, looking very serious. She cried when I told her you were off again this morning. 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 sayyou 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, Ill 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, Ill be bound, you are taller and twice as broad across the shoulders; you could knock him down in a twinkling; dont you feel that you could? Heathcliffs face brightened a moment; then it was overcast afresh, and he sighed. But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldnt 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 as he will be! 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 Ill 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 devils 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. Dont get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its dessert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers. In other words, I must wish for Edgar Lintons great blue eyes and even forehead, he replied. I doand that wont help me to them. 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 weve done washing, and combing, and sulkingtell me whether you dont think yourself rather handsome? Ill tell you, I do. Youre 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 weeks 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 a little farmer! 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 the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces. 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 roomsend him into the garret till dinner is over. Hell be cramming his fingers in the tarts and stealing the fruit, if left alone with them a minute. Nay, sir, I could not avoid answering, hell touch nothing, not he and I suppose he must have his share of the dainties as well as we. 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 lockssee if I wont pull them a bit longer! They are long enough already, observed Master Linton, peeping from the doorway; I wonder they dont make his head ache. Its like a colts mane over his eyes! He ventured this remark without any intention to insult; but Heathcliffs 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 grip) and dashed it full against the speakers 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 Edgars nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling. His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded, blushing for all. You should not have spoken to him! she expostulated with Master Linton. He was in a bad temper, and now youve spoilt your visit; and hell be flogged I hate him to be flogged! I cant eat my dinner. Why did you speak to him, Edgar? I didnt, sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing the remainder of the purification with his cambric pockethandkerchief. I promised mamma that I wouldnt say one word to him, and I didnt. Well, dont cry, replied Catherine, contemptuously; youre not killed. Dont make more mischief; my brother is coming be quiet! Hush, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you? There, there, childrento 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 fistsit 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 playmates 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, clarinets, 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. Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty. 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 stairshead, 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 neighbours, to be removed from the sound of our devils 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 yesterdays 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 gravelyIm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I dont care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do! For shame, Heathcliff! said I. It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive. No, God wont have the satisfaction that I shall, he returned. I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and Ill plan it out while Im thinking of that I dont feel pain. But, Mr. Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. Im 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 Heathcliffs history, all that you need hear, in half a dozen words. 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. Youve 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. The clock is on the stroke of eleven, sir. No matterIm not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours. One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten. You shouldnt lie till ten. Theres the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done onehalf his days work by ten oclock, 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 prognosticate for myself an obstinate cold, at least. I hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some three years; during that space Mrs. Earnshaw No, no, Ill 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 pusss neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper? A terribly lazy mood, I should say. 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 years 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 and remembrance. Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us, observed Mrs. Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech. 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 silly trifles. Mrs. Dean laughed. 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 years end to years 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 mans daughter. However, if I am to follow my story in true gossips fashion, I had better go on; and instead of leaping three years, I will be content to pass to the next summerthe summer of 1778, that is nearly twentythree years ago. VIII 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 shes been in a consumption these many months. I heard him tell Mr. Hindley and now she has nothing to keep her, and shell be dead before winter. You must come home directly. Youre 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 when there is no missis! But is she very ill? I asked, flinging down my rake and tying my bonnet. 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. Shes out of her head for joy, its such a beauty! If I were her Im 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 heEarnshaw, its a blessing your wife has been spared to leave you this son. When she came, I felt convinced we shouldnt keep her long; and now, I must tell you, the winter will probably finish her. Dont take on, and fret about it too much it cant be helped. And besides, you should have known better than to choose such a rush of a lass!  And what did the master answer? I inquired. I think he swore but I didnt 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 Hindleys sake. He had room in his heart only for two idolshis wife and himself he doted on both, and adored one, and I couldnt conceive how he would bear the loss. When we got to Wuthering Heights, there he stood at the front door; and, as I passed in, I asked, how was the baby? Nearly ready to run about, Nell! he replied, putting on a cheerful smile. And the mistress? I ventured to inquire; the doctor says shes Damn the doctor! he interrupted, reddening. Frances is quite right shell be perfectly well by this time next week. Are you going upstairs? will you tell her that Ill come, if shell promise not to talk. I left her because she would not hold her tongue; and she musttell 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 wont speak but that does not bind me not to laugh at him! 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 neednt put him to further expense by attending her, he retorted, I know you need notshes wellshe 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 cool. 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 hera very slight onehe raised her in his arms; she put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was dead. 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 had plenty of wickedness to reprove. The masters 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 Lintons 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 wifes 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 mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw. A very agreeable portrait, I observed to the housekeeper. Is it like? Yes, she answered; but he looked better when he was animated; that is his everyday countenance he wanted spirit in general. 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 firstfor she was full of ambitionand led her to adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive anyone. 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 bring her neither credit nor praise. Mr. Edgar seldom mustered courage to visit Wuthering Heights openly. He had a terror of Earnshaws 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. Ive 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 might fashion into an adviser. 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 childhoods 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 the esteem of his few acquaintances. 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 brothers absence, and was then preparing to receive him. Cathy, are you busy this afternoon? asked Heathcliff. Are you going anywhere? No, it is raining, she answered. Why have you that silk frock on, then? he said. Nobody coming here, I hope? Not that I know of, stammered Miss but you should be in the field now, Heathcliff. It is an hour past dinnertime I thought you were gone. Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence, observed the boy. Ill not work any more today Ill stay with you. Oh, but Joseph will tell, she suggested; youd better go! Joseph is loading lime on the further side of Penistone Crags; it will take him till dark, and hell never know. So, saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down. Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted browsshe 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 minutes silence. As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may come, and if they do, you run the risk of being scolded for no good. Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy, he persisted; dont turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! Im on the point, sometimes, of complaining that theybut Ill not That they what? cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. Oh, Nelly! she added petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, youve combed my hair quite out of curl! Thats enough; let me alone. What are you on the point of complaining about, Heathcliff? Nothingonly look at the almanac 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 with me. Do you see? Ive marked every day. Yesvery foolish as if I took notice! replied Catherine, in a peevish tone. And where is the sense of that? To show that I do take notice, said Heathcliff. 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, either! You never told me before that I talked too little, or that you disliked my company, Cathy! exclaimed Heathcliff, in much agitation.