“I didn’t bid you good-night that evening,and I didn’t go to Wuthering Heights the next:I wished to go exceedingly;but I was strangely excited,and dreaded to hear that Linton was dead, sometimes;and sometimes shuddered at the thought of encountering Hareton.On the third day I took courage: at least,I couldn’t bear longer suspense,and stole off once more. I went at five o’clock,and walked; fancying I might manage to creep into the house,and up to Linton’s room, unobserved. However,the dogs gave notice of my approach.Zillah received me,and saying ‘the lad was mending nicely,’ showed me into a small, tidy, carpeted apartment,where, to my inexpressible joy,I beheld Linton laid on a little sofa,reading one of my books.But he would neither speak to me nor look at me,through a whole hour, Ellen:he has such an unhappy temper.And what quite confounded me,when he did open his mouth,it was to utter the falsehood that I had occasioned the uproar,and Hareton was not to blame!Unable to reply, except passionately,I got up and walked from the room.He sent after me a faint ‘Catherine!’ He did not reckon on being answered so:but I wouldn’t turn back;and the morrow was the second day on which I stayed at home,nearly determined to visit him no more.But it was so miserable going to bed and getting up,and never hearing anything about him,that my resolution melted into air before it was properly formed.It _had_ appeared wrong to take the journey once;now it seemed wrong to refrain.Michael came to ask if he must saddle Minny;I said ‘Yes,’ and considered myself doing a duty as she bore me over the hills.I was forced to pass the front windows to get to the court:it was no use trying to conceal my presence.
“‘Young master is in the house,’ said Zillah,as she saw me making for the parlour. I went in;Earnshaw was there also,but he quitted the room directly.Linton sat in the great arm-chair half asleep;walking up to the fire, I began in a serious tone,partly meaning it to be true—
“‘As you don’t like me, Linton,and as you think I come on purpose to hurt you,and pretend that I do so every time,this is our last meeting: let us say good-bye;and tell Mr. Heathcliff that you have no wish to see me,and that he mustn’t invent any more falsehoods on the subject. ’
“‘Sit down and take your hat off, Catherine,’ he answered. ‘You are so much happier than I am,you ought to be better.Papa talks enough of my defects,and shows enough scorn of me,to make it natural I should doubt myself.I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me,frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!I _am_ worthless, and bad in temper, and bad in spirit,almost always; and, if you choose,you _may_ say good-bye: you’ll get rid of an annoyance.Only, Catherine, do me this justice:believe that if I might be as sweet, and as kind,and as good as you are, I would be; as willingly,and more so, than as happy and as healthy.And believe that your kindness has made me love you deeper than if I deserved your love: and though I couldn’t, and cannot help showing my nature to you, I regret it and repent it; and shall regret and repent it till I die!’
“I felt he spoke the truth;and I felt I must forgive him: and,though we should quarrel the next moment,I must forgive him again. We were reconciled;but we cried, both of us, the whole time I stayed:not entirely for sorrow;yet I _was_ sorry Linton had that distorted nature.He’ll never let his friends be at ease,and he’ll never be at ease himself!I have always gone to his little parlour,since that night; because his father returned the day after.
“About three times, I think,we have been merry and hopeful,as we were the first evening;the rest of my visits were dreary and troubled:now with his selfishness and spite,and now with his sufferings:but I’ve learned to endure the former with nearly as little resentment as the latter. Mr. Heathcliff purposely avoids me: I have hardly seen him at all. Last Sunday, indeed, coming earlier than usual, I heard him abusing poor Linton cruelly for his conduct of the night before. I can’t tell how he knew of it, unless he listened. Linton had certainly behaved provokingly: however, it was the business of nobody but me, and I interrupted Mr. Heathcliff’s lecture by entering and telling him so. He burst into a laugh, and went away, saying he was glad I took that view of the matter. Since then, I’ve told Linton he must whisper his bitter things. Now, Ellen, you have heard all. I can’t be prevented from going to Wuthering Heights, except by inflicting misery on two people; whereas, if you’ll only not tell papa, my going need disturb the tranquillity of none. You’ll not tell, will you?It will be very heartless, if you do.”
“I’ll make up my mind on that point by to-morrow,Miss Catherine,” I replied. “It requires some study;and so I’ll leave you to your rest,and go think it over.”
I thought it over aloud, in my master’s presence;walking straight from her room to his,and relating the whole story:with the exception of her conversations with her cousin,and any mention of Hareton. Mr.Linton was alarmed and distressed,more than he would acknowledge to me. In the morning,Catherine learnt my betrayal of her confidence,and she learnt also that her secret visits were to end.In vain she wept and writhed against the interdict,and implored her father to have pity on Linton:all she got to comfort her was a promise that he would write and give him leave to come to the Grange when he pleased; but explaining that he must no longer expect to see Catherine at Wuthering Heights. Perhaps, had he been aware of his nephew’s disposition and state of health, he would have seen fit to withhold even that slight consolation.
CHAPTER XXV
“These things happened last winter, sir,” said Mrs.Dean; “hardly more than a year ago. Last winter,I did not think, at another twelve months’ end,I should be amusing a stranger to the family with relating them!Yet, who knows how long you’ll be a stranger?You’re too young to rest always contented,living by yourself;and I some way fancy no one could see Catherine Linton and not love her.You smile; but why do you look so lively and interested when I talk about her?and why have you asked me to hang her picture over your fireplace?and why—?”
“Stop, my good friend!” I cried. “It may be very possible that _I_ should love her;but would she love me?I doubt it too much to venture my tranquillity by running into temptation:and then my home is not here. I’m of the busy world,and to its arms I must return. Go on.Was Catherine obedient to her father’s commands?”
“She was,” continued the housekeeper.“Her affection for him was still the chief sentiment in her heart;and he spoke without anger:he spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid that he could bequeath to guide her. He said to me, a few days afterwards, ‘I wish my nephew would write, Ellen, or call. Tell me, sincerely, what you think of him: is he changed for the better, or is there a prospect of improvement, as he grows a man?’
“‘He’s very delicate, sir,’ I replied;‘and scarcely likely to reach manhood:but this I can say, he does not resemble his father;and if Miss Catherine had the misfortune to marry him,he would not be beyond her control:unless she were extremely and foolishly indulgent.However, master, you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with him and see whether he would suit her: it wants four years and more to his being of age.’”
Edgar sighed; and, walking to the window,looked out towards Gimmerton Kirk.It was a misty afternoon,but the February sun shone dimly,and we could just distinguish the two fir-trees in the yard,and the sparely-scattered gravestones.