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1Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see
2how all was at the farm. I've persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his
3ways; and then I've recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiting him, have flinched from
4re-entering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word. One time I passed the old gate, going out
5of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton. It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon;
6the ground bare, and the road hard and dry. I came to a stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left
7hand; a rough sand-pillar, with the letters W. H. cut on its north side, on the east, G., and on the south-west, T. G.
8It serves as a guide-post to the Grange, the Heights, and village. The sun shone yellow on its grey head, reminding me
9of summer; and I cannot say why, but all at once a gush of child's sensations flowed into my heart. Hindley and I held
10it a favourite spot twenty years before. I gazed long at the weather-worn block; and, stooping down, perceived a hole
11near the bottom still full of snail-shells and pebbles, which we were fond of storing there with more perishable things;
12and, as fresh as reality, it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark, square head
13bent forward, and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate. "Poor Hindley!" I exclaimed,
14involuntarily. I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the child lifted its face and stared
15straight into mine! It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt an irresistible yearning to be at the Heights.
16Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he should be dead! I thought--or should die
17soon!--supposing it were a sign of death! The nearer I got to the house the more agitated I grew; and on catching sight
18of it I trembled in every limb. The apparition had outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. That was my first
19idea on observing an elf-locked, brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars. Further reflection
20suggested this must be Hareton, my Hareton, not altered greatly since I left him, ten months since. "God bless thee,
21darling!" I cried, forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears. "Hareton, it's Nelly! Nelly, thy nurse." He retreated
22out of arm's length, and picked up a large flint. "I am come to see thy father, Hareton," I added, guessing from the
23action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognised as one with me. He raised his missile to hurl
24it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the
25stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered
26with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain
27this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He
28hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. I showed
29another, keeping it out of his reach. "Who has taught you those fine words, my bairn?" I inquired. "The curate?" "Damn
30the curate, and thee! Gie me that," he replied. "Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it," said I.
31"Who's your master?" "Devil daddy," was his answer. "And what do you learn from daddy?" I continued. He jumped at the
32fruit; I raised it higher. "What does he teach you?" I asked. "Naught," said he, "but to keep out of his gait. Daddy
33cannot bide me, because I swear at him." "Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?" I observed. "Ay--nay," he
34drawled. "Who, then?" "Heathcliff." I asked if he liked Mr. Heathcliff. "Ay!" he answered again. Desiring to have his
35reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences--"I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me--he curses
36daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will." "And the curate does not teach you to read and write, then?" I
37pursued. "No, I was told the curate should have his ---- teeth dashed down his ---- throat, if he stepped over the
38threshold--Heathcliff had promised that!" I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called
39Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead
40of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the door-stones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could
41race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not much
42connected with Miss Isabella's affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing
43my utmost to check the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm, by
44thwarting Mrs. Linton's pleasure. The next time Heathcliff came my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the
45court. She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful
46complaining, and we found it a great comfort. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on
47Miss Linton, I knew. Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the
48house-front. I was standing by the kitchen-window, but I drew out of sight. He then stepped across the pavement to her,
49and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm.
50She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at
51the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her. "Judas! Traitor!" I ejaculated.
52"You are a hypocrite, too, are you? A deliberate deceiver." "Who is, Nelly?" said Catherine's voice at my elbow: I had
53been over-intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance. "Your worthless friend!" I answered, warmly: "the
54sneaking rascal yonder. Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us--he is coming in! I wonder will he have the heart to find a
55plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he told you he hated her?" Mrs. Linton saw Isabella tear herself free,
56and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door. I couldn't withhold giving some loose to my
57indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be
58so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue. "To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!" she cried.
59"You want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir? I said you must let
60Isabella alone!--I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against
61you!" "God forbid that he should try!" answered the black villain. I detested him just then. "God keep him meek and
62patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!" "Hush!" said Catherine, shutting the inner door. "Don't
63vex me. Why have you disregarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?" "What is it to you?" he growled. "I
64have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I am not your husband: you needn't be jealous
65of me!" "I'm not jealous of you," replied the mistress; "I'm jealous for you. Clear your face: you sha'n't scowl at me!
66If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won't answer. I'm
67certain you don't." "And would Mr. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?" I inquired. "Mr. Linton should
68approve," returned my lady, decisively.
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