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1He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son away in the kitchen
2cupboard. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast's fondness or his madman's
3rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the other of being flung into the fire,
4or dashed against the wall; and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him. "There, I've found
5it out at last!" cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of my neck, like a dog. "By heaven and hell, you've sworn
6between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way. But, with the help of Satan, I
7shall make you swallow the carving-knife, Nelly! You needn't laugh; for I've just crammed Kenneth, head-downmost, in the
8Black-horse marsh; and two is the same as one--and I want to kill some of you: I shall have no rest till I do!" "But I
9don't like the carving-knife, Mr. Hindley," I answered; "it has been cutting red herrings. I'd rather be shot, if you
10please." "You'd rather be damned!" he said; "and so you shall. No law in England can hinder a man from keeping his house
11decent, and mine's abominable! Open your mouth." He held the knife in his hand, and pushed its point between my teeth:
12but, for my part, I was never much afraid of his vagaries. I spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably--I would not
13take it on any account. "Oh!" said he, releasing me, "I see that hideous little villain is not Hareton: I beg your
14pardon, Nell. If it be, he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I were a
15goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! I'll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father. Now, don't you think
16the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce--get me a scissors--something
17fierce and trim! Besides, it's infernal affectation--devilish conceit it is, to cherish our ears--we're asses enough
18without them. Hush, child, hush! Well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes--there's a joy; kiss me. What! it
19won't? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me! By God, as if I would rear such a monster! As sure as I'm living, I'll
20break the brat's neck." Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father's arms with all his might, and redoubled
21his yells when he carried him upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child
22into fits, and ran to rescue him. As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below;
23almost forgetting what he had in his hands. "Who is that?" he asked, hearing some one approaching the stairs'-foot. I
24leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff, whose step I recognised, not to come further; and, at the
25instant when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him,
26and fell. There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we saw that the little wretch was safe.
27Heathcliff arrived underneath just at the critical moment; by a natural impulse he arrested his descent, and setting him
28on his feet, looked up to discover the author of the accident. A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for
29five shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not show a blanker countenance
30than he did on beholding the figure of Mr. Earnshaw above. It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intensest
31anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been dark, I daresay he would have
32tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton's skull on the steps; but, we witnessed his salvation; and I was
33presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart. Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed. "It
34is your fault, Ellen," he said; "you should have kept him out of sight: you should have taken him from me! Is he injured
35anywhere?" "Injured!" I cried angrily; "if he is not killed, he'll be an idiot! Oh! I wonder his mother does not rise
36from her grave to see how you use him. You're worse than a heathen--treating your own flesh and blood in that manner!"
37He attempted to touch the child, who, on finding himself with me, sobbed off his terror directly. At the first finger
38his father laid on him, however, he shrieked again louder than before, and struggled as if he would go into convulsions.
39"You shall not meddle with him!" I continued. "He hates you--they all hate you--that's the truth! A happy family you
40have; and a pretty state you're come to!" "I shall come to a prettier, yet, Nelly," laughed the misguided man,
41recovering his hardness. "At present, convey yourself and him away. And hark you, Heathcliff! clear you too quite from
42my reach and hearing. I wouldn't murder you to-night; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that's as my fancy
43goes." While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler. "Nay, don't!"
44I entreated. "Mr. Hindley, do take warning. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care nothing for yourself!" "Any
45one will do better for him than I shall," he answered. "Have mercy on your own soul!" I said, endeavouring to snatch the
46glass from his hand. "Not I! On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its
47Maker," exclaimed the blasphemer. "Here's to its hearty damnation!" He drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go;
48terminating his command with a sequel of horrid imprecations too bad to repeat or remember. "It's a pity he cannot kill
49himself with drink," observed Heathcliff, muttering an echo of curses back when the door was shut. "He's doing his very
50utmost; but his constitution defies him. Mr. Kenneth says he would wager his mare that he'll outlive any man on this
51side Gimmerton, and go to the grave a hoary sinner; unless some happy chance out of the common course befall him." I
52went into the kitchen, and sat down to lull my little lamb to sleep. Heathcliff, as I thought, walked through to the
53barn. It turned out afterwards that he only got as far as the other side the settle, when he flung himself on a bench by
54the wall, removed from the fire, and remained silent. I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began,--
55It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat, The mither beneath the mools heard that, when Miss Cathy, who had
56listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered,--"Are you alone, Nelly?" "Yes, Miss," I replied.
57She entered and approached the hearth. I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up. The expression of her
58face seemed disturbed and anxious. Her lips were half asunder, as if she meant to speak, and she drew a breath; but it
59escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. I resumed my song; not having forgotten her recent behaviour. "Where's
60Heathcliff?" she said, interrupting me. "About his work in the stable," was my answer. He did not contradict me; perhaps
61he had fallen into a doze. There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from
62Catherine's cheek to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct?--I asked myself. That will be a novelty: but she
63may come to the point as she will--I sha'n't help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own
64concerns. "Oh, dear!" she cried at last. "I'm very unhappy!" "A pity," observed I. "You're hard to please; so many
65friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!" "Nelly, will you keep a secret for me?" she pursued,
66kneeling down by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of look which turns off bad temper, even
67when one has all the right in the world to indulge it. "Is it worth keeping?" I inquired, less sulkily. "Yes, and it
68worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do. To-day, Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and
69I've given him an answer. Now, before I tell you whether it was a consent or denial, you tell me which it ought to have
70been."
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