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11802.--This September I was invited to devastate the moors of a friend in the north, and on my journey to his abode, I
2unexpectedly came within fifteen miles of Gimmerton. The ostler at a roadside public-house was holding a pail of water
3to refresh my horses, when a cart of very green oats, newly reaped, passed by, and he remarked,--"Yon's frough
4Gimmerton, nah! They're allas three wick' after other folk wi' ther harvest." "Gimmerton?" I repeated--my residence in
5that locality had already grown dim and dreamy. "Ah! I know. How far is it from this?" "Happen fourteen mile o'er th'
6hills; and a rough road," he answered. A sudden impulse seized me to visit Thrushcross Grange. It was scarcely noon, and
7I conceived that I might as well pass the night under my own roof as in an inn. Besides, I could spare a day easily to
8arrange matters with my landlord, and thus save myself the trouble of invading the neighbourhood again. Having rested
9awhile, I directed my servant to inquire the way to the village; and, with great fatigue to our beasts, we managed the
10distance in some three hours. I left him there, and proceeded down the valley alone. The grey church looked greyer, and
11the lonely churchyard lonelier. I distinguished a moor-sheep cropping the short turf on the graves. It was sweet, warm
12weather--too warm for travelling; but the heat did not hinder me from enjoying the delightful scenery above and below:
13had I seen it nearer August, I'm sure it would have tempted me to waste a month among its solitudes. In winter nothing
14more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath. I
15reached the Grange before sunset, and knocked for admittance; but the family had retreated into the back premises, I
16judged, by one thin, blue wreath, curling from the kitchen chimney, and they did not hear. I rode into the court. Under
17the porch, a girl of nine or ten sat knitting, and an old woman reclined on the housesteps, smoking a meditative pipe.
18"Is Mrs. Dean within?" I demanded of the dame. "Mistress Dean? Nay!" she answered, "she doesn't bide here: shoo's up at
19th' Heights." "Are you the housekeeper, then?" I continued. "Eea, Aw keep th' hause," she replied. "Well, I'm Mr.
20Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I wonder? I wish to stay all night." "T' maister!" she cried
21in astonishment. "Whet, whoiver knew yah wur coming? Yah sud ha' send word. They's nowt norther dry nor mensful abaht t'
22place: nowt there isn't!" She threw down her pipe and bustled in, the girl followed, and I entered too; soon perceiving
23that her report was true, and, moreover, that I had almost upset her wits by my unwelcome apparition, I bade her be
24composed. I would go out for a walk; and, meantime she must try to prepare a corner of a sitting-room for me to sup in,
25and a bedroom to sleep in. No sweeping and dusting, only good fire and dry sheets were necessary. She seemed willing to
26do her best; though she thrust the hearth-brush into the grates in mistake for the poker, and malappropriated several
27other articles of her craft: but I retired, confiding in her energy for a resting-place against my return. Wuthering
28Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion. An after-thought brought me back, when I had quitted the court. "All well
29at the Heights?" I inquired of the woman. "Eea, f'r owt ee knaw!" she answered, skurrying away with a pan of hot
30cinders. I would have asked why Mrs. Dean had deserted the Grange, but it was impossible to delay her at such a crisis,
31so I turned away and made my exit, rambling leisurely along, with the glow of a sinking sun behind, and the mild glory
32of a rising moon in front--one fading, and the other brightening--as I quitted the park, and climbed the stony by-road
33branching off to Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling. Before I arrived in sight of it, all that remained of day was a beamless
34amber light along the west: but I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon. I
35had neither to climb the gate nor to knock--it yielded to my hand. That is an improvement, I thought. And I noticed
36another, by the aid of my nostrils; a fragrance of stocks and wallflowers wafted on the air from amongst the homely
37fruit-trees. Both doors and lattices were open; and yet, as is usually the case in a coal-district, a fine red fire
38illumined the chimney: the comfort which the eye derives from it renders the extra heat endurable. But the house of
39Wuthering Heights is so large that the inmates have plenty of space for withdrawing out of its influence; and
40accordingly what inmates there were had stationed themselves not far from one of the windows. I could both see them and
41hear them talk before I entered, and looked and listened in consequence; being moved thereto by a mingled sense of
42curiosity and envy, that grew as I lingered. "Con-trary!" said a voice as sweet as a silver bell. "That for the third
43time, you dunce! I'm not going to tell you again. Recollect, or I'll pull your hair!" "Contrary, then," answered
44another, in deep but softened tones. "And now, kiss me, for minding so well." "No, read it over first correctly, without
45a single mistake." The male speaker began to read: he was a young man, respectably dressed and seated at a table, having
46a book before him. His handsome features glowed with pleasure, and his eyes kept impatiently wandering from the page to
47a small white hand over his shoulder, which recalled him by a smart slap on the cheek, whenever its owner detected such
48signs of inattention. Its owner stood behind; her light, shining ringlets blending, at intervals, with his brown locks,
49as she bent to superintend his studies; and her face--it was lucky he could not see her face, or he would never have
50been so steady. I could; and I bit my lip in spite, at having thrown away the chance I might have had of doing something
51besides staring at its smiting beauty. The task was done, not free from further blunders; but the pupil claimed a
52reward, and received at least five kisses; which, however, he generously returned. Then they came to the door, and from
53their conversation I judged they were about to issue out and have a walk on the moors. I supposed I should be condemned
54in Hareton Earnshaw's heart, if not by his mouth, to the lowest pit in the infernal regions if I showed my unfortunate
55person in his neighbourhood then; and feeling very mean and malignant, I skulked round to seek refuge in the kitchen.
56There was unobstructed admittance on that side also; and at the door sat my old friend Nelly Dean, sewing and singing a
57song; which was often interrupted from within by harsh words of scorn and intolerance, uttered in far from musical
58accents. "I'd rayther, by th' haulf, hev' 'em swearing i' my lugs fro'h morn to neeght, nor hearken ye hahsiver!" said
59the tenant of the kitchen, in answer to an unheard speech of Nelly's. "It's a blazing shame, that I cannot oppen t'
60blessed Book, but yah set up them glories to sattan, and all t' flaysome wickednesses that iver were born into th'
61warld! Oh! ye're a raight nowt; and shoo's another; and that poor lad 'll be lost atween ye. Poor lad!" he added, with a
62groan; "he's witched: I'm sartin on't. Oh, Lord, judge 'em, for there's norther law nor justice among wer rullers!" "No!
63or we should be sitting in flaming fagots, I suppose," retorted the singer. "But wisht, old man, and read your Bible
64like a Christian, and never mind me. This is 'Fairy Annie's Wedding'--a bonny tune--it goes to a dance." Mrs. Dean was
65about to recommence, when I advanced; and recognising me directly, she jumped to her feet, crying--"Why, bless you, Mr.
66Lockwood! How could you think of returning in this way? All's shut up at Thrushcross Grange. You should have given us
67notice!" "I've arranged to be accommodated there, for as long as I shall stay," I answered. "I depart again to-morrow.
68And how are you transplanted here, Mrs. Dean? tell me that." "Zillah left, and Mr. Heathcliff wished me to come, soon
69after you went to London, and stay till you returned. But, step in, pray! Have you walked from Gimmerton this evening?"
70"From the Grange," I replied; "and while they make me lodging room there, I want to finish my business with your master;
71because I don't think of having another opportunity in a hurry."
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