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1To obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled, Mr. Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early, on
2Catherine's pony; and, said he--"As we shall now have no influence over his destiny, good or bad, you must say nothing
3of where he is gone to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter, and it is better for her to remain in
4ignorance of his proximity; lest she should be restless, and anxious to visit the Heights. Merely tell her his father
5sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us." Linton was very reluctant to be roused from his bed at five
6o'clock, and astonished to be informed that he must prepare for further travelling; but I softened off the matter by
7stating that he was going to spend some time with his father, Mr. Heathcliff, who wished to see him so much, he did not
8like to defer the pleasure till he should recover from his late journey. "My father!" he cried, in strange perplexity.
9"Mamma never told me I had a father. Where does he live? I'd rather stay with uncle." "He lives a little distance from
10the Grange," I replied; "just beyond those hills: not so far, but you may walk over here when you get hearty. And you
11should be glad to go home, and to see him. You must try to love him, as you did your mother, and then he will love you."
12"But why have I not heard of him before?" asked Linton. "Why didn't mamma and he live together, as other people do?" "He
13had business to keep him in the north," I answered, "and your mother's health required her to reside in the south." "And
14why didn't mamma speak to me about him?" persevered the child. "She often talked of uncle, and I learnt to love him long
15ago. How am I to love papa? I don't know him." "Oh, all children love their parents," I said. "Your mother, perhaps,
16thought you would want to be with him if she mentioned him often to you. Let us make haste. An early ride on such a
17beautiful morning is much preferable to an hour's more sleep." "Is she to go with us," he demanded, "the little girl I
18saw yesterday?" "Not now," replied I. "Is uncle?" he continued. "No, I shall be your companion there," I said. Linton
19sank back on his pillow and fell into a brown study. "I won't go without uncle," he cried at length: "I can't tell where
20you mean to take me." I attempted to persuade him of the naughtiness of showing reluctance to meet his father; still he
21obstinately resisted any progress towards dressing, and I had to call for my master's assistance in coaxing him out of
22bed. The poor thing was finally got off, with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short: that Mr.
23Edgar and Cathy would visit him, and other promises, equally ill-founded, which I invented and reiterated at intervals
24throughout the way. The pure heather-scented air, the bright sunshine, and the gentle canter of Minny, relieved his
25despondency after a while. He began to put questions concerning his new home, and its inhabitants, with greater interest
26and liveliness. "Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?" he inquired, turning to take a last
27glance into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue. "It is not so
28buried in trees," I replied, "and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully all round; and the
29air is healthier for you--fresher and drier. You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark at first; though it is a
30respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors. Hareton
31Earnshaw--that is, Miss Cathy's other cousin, and so yours in a manner--will show you all the sweetest spots; and you
32can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a
33walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills." "And what is my father like?" he asked. "Is he as young and handsome
34as uncle?" "He's as young," said I; "but he has black hair and eyes, and looks sterner; and he is taller and bigger
35altogether. He'll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first, perhaps, because it is not his way: still, mind you, be
36frank and cordial with him; and naturally he'll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own." "Black hair and
37eyes!" mused Linton. "I can't fancy him. Then I am not like him, am I?" "Not much," I answered: not a morsel, I thought,
38surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame of my companion, and his large languid eyes--his mother's
39eyes, save that, unless a morbid touchiness kindled them a moment, they had not a vestige of her sparkling spirit. "How
40strange that he should never come to see mamma and me!" he murmured. "Has he ever seen me? If he has, I must have been a
41baby. I remember not a single thing about him!" "Why, Master Linton," said I, "three hundred miles is a great distance;
42and ten years seem very different in length to a grown-up person compared with what they do to you. It is probable Mr.
43Heathcliff proposed going from summer to summer, but never found a convenient opportunity; and now it is too late. Don't
44trouble him with questions on the subject: it will disturb him, for no good." The boy was fully occupied with his own
45cogitations for the remainder of the ride, till we halted before the farmhouse garden-gate. I watched to catch his
46impressions in his countenance. He surveyed the carved front and low-browed lattices, the straggling gooseberry-bushes
47and crooked firs, with solemn intentness, and then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the
48exterior of his new abode. But he had sense to postpone complaining: there might be compensation within. Before he
49dismounted, I went and opened the door. It was half-past six; the family had just finished breakfast: the servant was
50clearing and wiping down the table. Joseph stood by his master's chair telling some tale concerning a lame horse; and
51Hareton was preparing for the hayfield. "Hallo, Nelly!" said Mr. Heathcliff, when he saw me. "I feared I should have to
52come down and fetch my property myself. You've brought it, have you? Let us see what we can make of it." He got up and
53strode to the door: Hareton and Joseph followed in gaping curiosity. Poor Linton ran a frightened eye over the faces of
54the three. "Sure-ly," said Joseph after a grave inspection, "he's swopped wi' ye, Maister, an' yon's his lass!"
55Heathcliff, having stared his son into an ague of confusion, uttered a scornful laugh. "God! what a beauty! what a
56lovely, charming thing!" he exclaimed. "Hav'n't they reared it on snails and sour milk, Nelly? Oh, damn my soul! but
57that's worse than I expected--and the devil knows I was not sanguine!" I bid the trembling and bewildered child get
58down, and enter. He did not thoroughly comprehend the meaning of his father's speech, or whether it were intended for
59him: indeed, he was not yet certain that the grim, sneering stranger was his father. But he clung to me with growing
60trepidation; and on Mr. Heathcliff's taking a seat and bidding him "come hither" he hid his face on my shoulder and
61wept. "Tut, tut!" said Heathcliff, stretching out a hand and dragging him roughly between his knees, and then holding up
62his head by the chin. "None of that nonsense! We're not going to hurt thee, Linton--isn't that thy name? Thou art thy
63mother's child, entirely! Where is my share in thee, puling chicken?" He took off the boy's cap and pushed back his
64thick flaxen curls, felt his slender arms and his small fingers; during which examination Linton ceased crying, and
65lifted his great blue eyes to inspect the inspector. "Do you know me?" asked Heathcliff, having satisfied himself that
66the limbs were all equally frail and feeble. "No," said Linton, with a gaze of vacant fear. "You've heard of me, I
67daresay?" "No," he replied again.
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