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1"He might spare himself the trouble," said Heathcliff: "I could do as well without his approbation. And as to you,
2Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I know you have
3treated me infernally--infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool;
4and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll
5convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law's secret: I
6swear I'll make the most of it. And stand you aside!" "What new phase of his character is this?" exclaimed Mrs. Linton,
7in amazement. "I've treated you infernally--and you'll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How
8have I treated you infernally?" "I seek no revenge on you," replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. "That's not the plan.
9The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to
10torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from
11insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity
12in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I'd cut my throat!" "Oh, the evil is
13that I am not jealous, is it?" cried Catherine. "Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan
14a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he
15gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on
16exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the
17most efficient method of revenging yourself on me." The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed
18and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the
19hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was
20wondering what kept Catherine below so long. "Ellen," said he, when I entered, "have you seen your mistress?" "Yes;
21she's in the kitchen, sir," I answered. "She's sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliff's behaviour: and, indeed, I do think it's
22time to arrange his visits on another footing. There's harm in being too soft, and now it's come to this--." And I
23related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute. I fancied it could not be very
24prejudicial to Mrs. Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for her guest. Edgar Linton had
25difficulty in hearing me to the close. His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame. "This is
26insufferable!" he exclaimed. "It is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his company on me! Call
27me two men out of the hall, Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian--I have humoured her
28enough." He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen. Its occupants
29had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs. Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour; Heathcliff had moved to
30the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently. He saw the master first, and made a
31hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on discovering the reason of his intimation. "How is
32this?" said Linton, addressing her; "what notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the language which has
33been held to you by that blackguard? I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk you think nothing of it: you are
34habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!" "Have you been listening at the door,
35Edgar?" asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to provoke her husband, implying both carelessness and
36contempt of his irritation. Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the
37latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr. Linton's attention to him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain
38him with any high flights of passion. "I've been so far forbearing with you, sir," he said quietly; "not that I was
39ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine
40wishing to keep up your acquaintance, I acquiesced--foolishly. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate
41the most virtuous: for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this
42house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure. Three minutes' delay will render it involuntary and
43ignominious." Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision. "Cathy, this lamb
44of yours threatens like a bull!" he said. "It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr.
45Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!" My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me
46to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter. I obeyed the hint; but Mrs. Linton, suspecting
47something, followed; and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it. "Fair
48means!" she said, in answer to her husband's look of angry surprise. "If you have not courage to attack him, make an
49apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess. No, I'll swallow
50the key before you shall get it! I'm delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each! After constant indulgence of one's
51weak nature, and the other's bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity! Edgar, I
52was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me!" It did
53not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. He tried to wrest the key from Catherine's
54grasp, and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr. Edgar was taken with a nervous
55trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale. For his life he could not avert that excess of emotion: mingled anguish
56and humiliation overcame him completely. He leant on the back of a chair, and covered his face. "Oh, heavens! In old
57days this would win you knighthood!" exclaimed Mrs. Linton. "We are vanquished! we are vanquished! Heathcliff would as
58soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice. Cheer up! you sha'n't be hurt! Your
59type is not a lamb, it's a sucking leveret." "I wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!" said her friend. "I
60compliment you on your taste. And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him
61with my fist, but I'd kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to
62faint for fear?" The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. He'd better have kept his
63distance: my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter
64man. It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr. Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and
65from thence to the front entrance. "There! you've done with coming here," cried Catherine. "Get away, now; he'll return
66with a brace of pistols and half-a-dozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you. You've
67played me an ill turn, Heathcliff! But go--make haste! I'd rather see Edgar at bay than you." "Do you suppose I'm going
68with that blow burning in my gullet?" he thundered. "By hell, no! I'll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel-nut before
69I cross the threshold! If I don't floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so, as you value his existence, let me
70get at him!"
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