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1On the morning of a fine June day my first bonny little nursling, and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock, was born.
2We were busy with the hay in a far-away field, when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts came running an hour
3too soon across the meadow and up the lane, calling me as she ran. "Oh, such a grand bairn!" she panted out. "The finest
4lad that ever breathed! But the doctor says missis must go: he says she's been in a consumption these many months. I
5heard him tell Mr. Hindley: and now she has nothing to keep her, and she'll be dead before winter. You must come home
6directly. You're to nurse it, Nelly: to feed it with sugar and milk, and take care of it day and night. I wish I were
7you, because it will be all yours when there is no missis!" "But is she very ill?" I asked, flinging down my rake and
8tying my bonnet. "I guess she is; yet she looks bravely," replied the girl, "and she talks as if she thought of living
9to see it grow a man. She's out of her head for joy, it's such a beauty! If I were her I'm certain I should not die: I
10should get better at the bare sight of it, in spite of Kenneth. I was fairly mad at him. Dame Archer brought the cherub
11down to master, in the house, and his face just began to light up, when the old croaker steps forward, and says
12he--'Earnshaw, it's a blessing your wife has been spared to leave you this son. When she came, I felt convinced we
13shouldn't keep her long; and now, I must tell you, the winter will probably finish her. Don't take on, and fret about it
14too much: it can't be helped. And besides, you should have known better than to choose such a rush of a lass!'" "And
15what did the master answer?" I inquired. "I think he swore: but I didn't mind him, I was straining to see the bairn,"
16and she began again to describe it rapturously. I, as zealous as herself, hurried eagerly home to admire, on my part;
17though I was very sad for Hindley's sake. He had room in his heart only for two idols--his wife and himself: he doted on
18both, and adored one, and I couldn't conceive how he would bear the loss. When we got to Wuthering Heights, there he
19stood at the front door; and, as I passed in, I asked, "how was the baby?" "Nearly ready to run about, Nell!" he
20replied, putting on a cheerful smile. "And the mistress?" I ventured to inquire; "the doctor says she's--" "Damn the
21doctor!" he interrupted, reddening. "Frances is quite right: she'll be perfectly well by this time next week. Are you
22going upstairs? will you tell her that I'll come, if she'll promise not to talk. I left her because she would not hold
23her tongue; and she must--tell her Mr. Kenneth says she must be quiet." I delivered this message to Mrs. Earnshaw; she
24seemed in flighty spirits, and replied merrily, "I hardly spoke a word, Ellen, and there he has gone out twice, crying.
25Well, say I promise I won't speak: but that does not bind me not to laugh at him!" Poor soul! Till within a week of her
26death that gay heart never failed her; and her husband persisted doggedly, nay, furiously, in affirming her health
27improved every day. When Kenneth warned him that his medicines were useless at that stage of the malady, and he needn't
28put him to further expense by attending her, he retorted, "I know you need not--she's well--she does not want any more
29attendance from you! She never was in a consumption. It was a fever; and it is gone: her pulse is as slow as mine now,
30and her cheek as cool." He told his wife the same story, and she seemed to believe him; but one night, while leaning on
31his shoulder, in the act of saying she thought she should be able to get up to-morrow, a fit of coughing took her--a
32very slight one--he raised her in his arms; she put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was dead. As
33the girl had anticipated, the child Hareton fell wholly into my hands. Mr. Earnshaw, provided he saw him healthy and
34never heard him cry, was contented, as far as regarded him. For himself, he grew desperate: his sorrow was of that kind
35that will not lament. He neither wept nor prayed; he cursed and defied: execrated God and man, and gave himself up to
36reckless dissipation. The servants could not bear his tyrannical and evil conduct long: Joseph and I were the only two
37that would stay. I had not the heart to leave my charge; and besides, you know, I had been his foster-sister, and
38excused his behaviour more readily than a stranger would. Joseph remained to hector over tenants and labourers; and
39because it was his vocation to be where he had plenty of wickedness to reprove. The master's bad ways and bad companions
40formed a pretty example for Catherine and Heathcliff. His treatment of the latter was enough to make a fiend of a saint.
41And, truly, it appeared as if the lad were possessed of something diabolical at that period. He delighted to witness
42Hindley degrading himself past redemption; and became daily more notable for savage sullenness and ferocity. I could not
43half tell what an infernal house we had. The curate dropped calling, and nobody decent came near us, at last; unless
44Edgar Linton's visits to Miss Cathy might be an exception. At fifteen she was the queen of the country-side; she had no
45peer; and she did turn out a haughty, headstrong creature! I own I did not like her, after infancy was past; and I vexed
46her frequently by trying to bring down her arrogance: she never took an aversion to me, though. She had a wondrous
47constancy to old attachments: even Heathcliff kept his hold on her affections unalterably; and young Linton, with all
48his superiority, found it difficult to make an equally deep impression. He was my late master: that is his portrait over
49the fireplace. It used to hang on one side, and his wife's on the other; but hers has been removed, or else you might
50see something of what she was. Can you make that out? Mrs. Dean raised the candle, and I discerned a soft-featured face,
51exceedingly resembling the young lady at the Heights, but more pensive and amiable in expression. It formed a sweet
52picture. The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too
53graceful. I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. I marvelled much
54how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw. "A very agreeable
55portrait," I observed to the house-keeper. "Is it like?" "Yes," she answered; "but he looked better when he was
56animated; that is his everyday countenance: he wanted spirit in general." Catherine had kept up her acquaintance with
57the Lintons since her five-weeks' residence among them; and as she had no temptation to show her rough side in their
58company, and had the sense to be ashamed of being rude where she experienced such invariable courtesy, she imposed
59unwittingly on the old lady and gentleman by her ingenious cordiality; gained the admiration of Isabella, and the heart
60and soul of her brother: acquisitions that flattered her from the first--for she was full of ambition--and led her to
61adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive any one. In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a
62"vulgar young ruffian," and "worse than a brute," she took care not to act like him; but at home she had small
63inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at, and restrain an unruly nature when it would bring her
64neither credit nor praise.
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