“Whear the divil?” began the religious elder. “The Lord bless us!The Lord forgie us!Whear the _hell_ wold ye gang?ye marred, wearisome nowt!Ye’ve seen all but Hareton’s bit of a cham’er.There’s not another hoile to lig down in i’ th’ hahse!”
I was so vexed, I flung my tray and its contents on the ground;and then seated myself at the stairs’-head,hid my face in my hands, and cried.
“Ech!ech!” exclaimed Joseph. “Weel done, Miss Cathy!weel done, Miss Cathy!Howsiver, t’ maister sall just tum’le o’er them brocken pots;un’ then we’s hear summut; we’s hear how it’s to be.Gooid-for-naught madling!ye desarve pining fro’ this to Churstmas,flinging t’ precious gifts uh God under fooit i’ yer flaysome rages!But I’m mista’en if ye shew yer sperrit lang.Will Hathecliff bide sich bonny ways, think ye?I nobbut wish he may catch ye i’ that plisky.I nobbut wish he may.”
And so he went on scolding to his den beneath,taking the candle with him; and I remained in the dark.The period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride and choking my wrath, and bestirring myself to remove its effects. An unexpected aid presently appeared in the shape of Throttler, whom I now recognised as a son of our old Skulker: it had spent its whelphood at the Grange, and was given by my father to Mr. Hindley. I fancy it knew me: it pushed its nose against mine by way of salute, and then hastened to devour the porridge; while I groped from step to step, collecting the shattered earthenware, and drying the spatters of milk from the banister with my pocket-handkerchief. Our labours were scarcely over when I heard Earnshaw’s tread in the passage; my assistant tucked in his tail, and pressed to the wall; I stole into the nearest doorway. The dog’s endeavour to avoid him was unsuccessful; as I guessed by a scutter downstairs, and a prolonged, piteous yelping. I had better luck: he passed on, entered his chamber, and shut the door. Directly after Joseph came up with Hareton, to put him to bed. I had found shelter in Hareton’s room, and the old man, on seeing me, said,—“They’s rahm for boath ye un’ yer pride, now, I sud think i’ the hahse. It’s empty; ye may hev’ it all to yerseln, un’ Him as allas maks a third, i’ sich ill company!”
Gladly did I take advantage of this intimation;and the minute I flung myself into a chair,by the fire, I nodded, and slept.My slumber was deep and sweet,though over far too soon. Mr. Heathcliff awoke me;he had just come in, and demanded,in his loving manner, what I was doing there?I told him the cause of my staying up so late—that he had the key of our room in his pocket. The adjective _our_ gave mortal offence. He swore it was not, nor ever should be, mine; and he’d—but I’ll not repeat his language, nor describe his habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to gain my abhorrence!I sometimes wonder at him with an intensity that deadens my fear:yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens. He told me of Catherine’s illness, and accused my brother of causing it; promising that I should be Edgar’s proxy in suffering, till he could get hold of him.
I do hate him—I am wretched—I have been a fool!Beware of uttering one breath of this to any one at the Grange.I shall expect you every day—don’t disappoint me!—ISABELLA.
CHAPTER XIV
As soon as I had perused this epistle I went to the master,and informed him that his sister had arrived at the Heights,and sent me a letter expressing her sorrow for Mrs.Linton’s situation, and her ardent desire to see him;with a wish that he would transmit to her,as early as possible, some token of forgiveness by me.
“Forgiveness!” said Linton. “I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen.You may call at Wuthering Heights this afternoon,if you like, and say that I am not _angry_,but I’m _sorry_ to have lost her;especially as I can never think she’ll be happy.It is out of the question my going to see her, however:we are eternally divided;and should she really wish to oblige me,let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country. ”
“And you won’t write her a little note, sir?” I asked, imploringly.
“No,” he answered. “It is needless.My communication with Heathcliff’s family shall be as sparing as his with mine. It shall not exist!”
Mr. Edgar’s coldness depressed me exceedingly;and all the way from the Grange I puzzled my brains how to put more heart into what he said, when I repeated it; and how to soften his refusal of even a few lines to console Isabella. I daresay she had been on the watch for me since morning: I saw her looking through the lattice as I came up the garden causeway, and I nodded to her; but she drew back, as if afraid of being observed. I entered without knocking. There never was such a dreary, dismal scene as the formerly cheerful house presented!I must confess, that if I had been in the young lady’s place,I would, at least, have swept the hearth,and wiped the tables with a duster.But she already partook of the pervading spirit of neglect which encompassed her. Her pretty face was wan and listless; her hair uncurled: some locks hanging lankly down, and some carelessly twisted round her head. Probably she had not touched her dress since yester evening. Hindley was not there. Mr. Heathcliff sat at a table, turning over some papers in his pocket-book; but he rose when I appeared, asked me how I did, quite friendly, and offered me a chair. He was the only thing there that seemed decent; and I thought he never looked better. So much had circumstances altered their positions, that he would certainly have struck a stranger as a born and bred gentleman; and his wife as a thorough little slattern!She came forward eagerly to greet me,and held out one hand to take the expected letter.I shook my head. She wouldn’t understand the hint,but followed me to a sideboard,where I went to lay my bonnet,and importuned me in a whisper to give her directly what I had brought.Heathcliff guessed the meaning of her manœuvres,and said—“If you have got anything for Isabella (as no doubt you have,Nelly), give it to her.You needn’t make a secret of it:we have no secrets between us.”
“Oh, I have nothing,” I replied,thinking it best to speak the truth at once.“My master bid me tell his sister that she must not expect either a letter or a visit from him at present. He sends his love, ma’am, and his wishes for your happiness, and his pardon for the grief you have occasioned; but he thinks that after this time his household and the household here should drop intercommunication, as nothing could come of keeping it up.”
Mrs. Heathcliff’s lip quivered slightly,and she returned to her seat in the window.Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone, near me,and began to put questions concerning Catherine.I told him as much as I thought proper of her illness,and he extorted from me, by cross-examination,most of the facts connected with its origin.I blamed her, as she deserved,for bringing it all on herself;and ended by hoping that he would follow Mr.Linton’s example and avoid future interference with his family, for good or evil.
“Mrs. Linton is now just recovering,” I said;“she’ll never be like she was, but her life is spared;and if you really have a regard for her,you’ll shun crossing her way again: nay,you’ll move out of this country entirely;and that you may not regret it,I’ll inform you Catherine Linton is as different now from your old friend Catherine Earnshaw, as that young lady is different from me. Her appearance is changed greatly, her character much more so; and the person who is compelled, of necessity, to be her companion, will only sustain his affection hereafter by the remembrance of what she once was, by common humanity, and a sense of duty!”