“Take care, Ellen!” answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully;there was no misdoubting by their expression the full success of her partner’s endeavours to make himself detested. “Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks. He’s a lying fiend!a monster, and not a human being!I’ve been told I might leave him before;and I’ve made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it!Only, Ellen, promise you’ll not mention a syllable of his infamous conversation to my brother or Catherine. Whatever he may pretend, he wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him; and he sha’n’t obtain it—I’ll die first!I just hope, I pray,that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me!The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or to see him dead!”
“There—that will do for the present!” said Heathcliff. “If you are called upon in a court of law,you’ll remember her language, Nelly!And take a good look at that countenance:she’s near the point which would suit me. No;you’re not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now;and I, being your legal protector,must retain you in my custody,however distasteful the obligation may be. Go upstairs;I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private.That’s not the way: upstairs, I tell you!Why, this is the road upstairs, child!”
He seized, and thrust her from the room;and returned muttering—“I have no pity!I have no pity!The more the worms writhe,the more I yearn to crush out their entrails!It is a moral teething;and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain. ”
“Do you understand what the word pity means?” I said, hastening to resume my bonnet.“Did you ever feel a touch of it in your life?”
“Put that down!” he interrupted, perceiving my intention to depart.“You are not going yet. Come here now, Nelly:I must either persuade or compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine, and that without delay. I swear that I meditate no harm: I don’t desire to cause any disturbance, or to exasperate or insult Mr. Linton; I only wish to hear from herself how she is, and why she has been ill; and to ask if anything that I could do would be of use to her. Last night I was in the Grange garden six hours, and I’ll return there to-night; and every night I’ll haunt the place, and every day, till I find an opportunity of entering. If Edgar Linton meets me, I shall not hesitate to knock him down, and give him enough to insure his quiescence while I stay. If his servants oppose me, I shall threaten them off with these pistols. But wouldn’t it be better to prevent my coming in contact with them, or their master?And you could do it so easily. I’d warn you when I came,and then you might let me in unobserved,as soon as she was alone, and watch till I departed,your conscience quite calm:you would be hindering mischief.”
I protested against playing that treacherous part in my employer’s house:and, besides, I urged the cruelty and selfishness of his destroying Mrs.Linton’s tranquillity for his satisfaction.“The commonest occurrence startles her painfully,” I said. “She’s all nerves,and she couldn’t bear the surprise, I’m positive. Don’t persist, sir!or else I shall be obliged to inform my master of your designs;and he’ll take measures to secure his house and its inmates from any such unwarrantable intrusions!”
“In that case I’ll take measures to secure you, woman!” exclaimed Heathcliff;“you shall not leave Wuthering Heights till to-morrow morning.It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me;and as to surprising her, I don’t desire it:you must prepare her—ask her if I may come.You say she never mentions my name,and that I am never mentioned to her.To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in the house?She thinks you are all spies for her husband. Oh,I’ve no doubt she’s in hell among you!I guess by her silence, as much as anything,what she feels. You say she is often restless,and anxious-looking: is that a proof of tranquillity?You talk of her mind being unsettled.How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation?And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from _duty_ and _humanity_!From _pity_ and _charity_!He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot,and expect it to thrive,as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!Let us settle it at once: will you stay here,and am I to fight my way to Catherine over Linton and his footman?Or will you be my friend, as you have been hitherto,and do what I request?Decide!because there is no reason for my lingering another minute,if you persist in your stubborn ill-nature!”
Well, Mr. Lockwood, I argued and complained,and flatly refused him fifty times;but in the long run he forced me to an agreement.I engaged to carry a letter from him to my mistress;and should she consent,I promised to let him have intelligence of Linton’s next absence from home,when he might come, and get in as he was able:I wouldn’t be there,and my fellow-servants should be equally out of the way.Was it right or wrong?I fear it was wrong, though expedient.I thought I prevented another explosion by my compliance;and I thought, too,it might create a favourable crisis in Catherine’s mental illness:and then I remembered Mr.Edgar’s stern rebuke of my carrying tales;and I tried to smooth away all disquietude on the subject,by affirming, with frequent iteration,that that betrayal of trust,if it merited so harsh an appellation,should be the last. Notwithstanding,my journey homeward was sadder than my journey thither;and many misgivings I had,ere I could prevail on myself to put the missive into Mrs. Linton’s hand.
But here is Kenneth; I’ll go down,and tell him how much better you are.My history is _dree_, as we say,and will serve to while away another morning.
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Dree, and dreary!I reflected as the good woman descended to receive the doctor:and not exactly of the kind which I should have chosen to amuse me. But never mind!I’ll extract wholesome medicines from Mrs.Dean’s bitter herbs; and firstly,let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff’s brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second edition of the mother.
CHAPTER XV