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1It was rather a rough mess, I own, when poured into the basins; four had been provided, and a gallon pitcher of new milk
2was brought from the dairy, which Hareton seized and commenced drinking and spilling from the expansive lip. I
3expostulated, and desired that he should have his in a mug; affirming that I could not taste the liquid treated so
4dirtily. The old cynic chose to be vastly offended at this nicety; assuring me, repeatedly, that "the barn was every bit
5as good" as I, "and every bit as wollsome," and wondering how I could fashion to be so conceited. Meanwhile, the infant
6ruffian continued sucking; and glowered up at me defyingly, as he slavered into the jug. "I shall have my supper in
7another room," I said. "Have you no place you call a parlour?" "Parlour!" he echoed, sneeringly, "parlour! Nay, we've
8noa parlours. If yah dunnut loike wer company, there's maister's; un' if yah dunnut loike maister, there's us." "Then I
9shall go upstairs," I answered; "show me a chamber." I put my basin on a tray, and went myself to fetch some more milk.
10With great grumblings, the fellow rose, and preceded me in my ascent: we mounted to the garrets; he opened a door, now
11and then, to look into the apartments we passed. "Here's a rahm," he said, at last, flinging back a cranky board on
12hinges. "It's weel eneugh to ate a few porridge in. There's a pack o' corn i' t' corner, thear, meeterly clane; if ye're
13feared o' muckying yer grand silk cloes, spread yer hankerchir o' t' top on't." The "rahm" was a kind of lumber-hole
14smelling strong of malt and grain; various sacks of which articles were piled around, leaving a wide, bare space in the
15middle. "Why, man," I exclaimed, facing him angrily, "this is not a place to sleep in. I wish to see my bed-room."
16"Bed-rume!" he repeated, in a tone of mockery. "Yah's see all t' bed-rumes thear is--yon's mine." He pointed into the
17second garret, only differing from the first in being more naked about the walls, and having a large, low, curtainless
18bed, with an indigo-coloured quilt, at one end. "What do I want with yours?" I retorted. "I suppose Mr. Heathcliff does
19not lodge at the top of the house, does he?" "Oh! it's Maister Hathecliff's ye're wanting?" cried he, as if making a new
20discovery. "Couldn't ye ha' said soa, at onst? un' then, I mud ha' telled ye, baht all this wark, that that's just one
21ye cannut see--he allas keeps it locked, un' nob'dy iver mells on't but hisseln." "You've a nice house, Joseph," I could
22not refrain from observing, "and pleasant inmates; and I think the concentrated essence of all the madness in the world
23took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate with theirs! However, that is not to the present purpose--there
24are other rooms. For heaven's sake be quick, and let me settle somewhere!" He made no reply to this adjuration; only
25plodding doggedly down the wooden steps, and halting before an apartment which, from that halt and the superior quality
26of its furniture, I conjectured to be the best one. There was a carpet--a good one, but the pattern was obliterated by
27dust; a fireplace hung with cut-paper, dropping to pieces; a handsome oak-bedstead with ample crimson curtains of rather
28expensive material and modern make; but they had evidently experienced rough usage: the vallances hung in festoons,
29wrenched from their rings, and the iron rod supporting them was bent in an arc on one side, causing the drapery to trail
30upon the floor. The chairs were also damaged, many of them severely; and deep indentations deformed the panels of the
31walls. I was endeavouring to gather resolution for entering and taking possession, when my fool of a guide
32announced,--"This here is t' maister's." My supper by this time was cold, my appetite gone, and my patience exhausted. I
33insisted on being provided instantly with a place of refuge, and means of repose. "Whear the divil?" began the religious
34elder. "The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the hell wold ye gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Ye've seen all
35but Hareton's bit of a cham'er. There's not another hoile to lig down in i' th' hahse!" I was so vexed, I flung my tray
36and its contents on the ground; and then seated myself at the stairs'-head, hid my face in my hands, and cried. "Ech!
37ech!" exclaimed Joseph. "Weel done, Miss Cathy! weel done, Miss Cathy! Howsiver, t' maister sall just tum'le o'er them
38brocken pots; un' then we's hear summut; we's hear how it's to be. Gooid-for-naught madling! ye desarve pining fro' this
39to Churstmas, flinging t' precious gifts uh God under fooit i' yer flaysome rages! But I'm mista'en if ye shew yer
40sperrit lang. Will Hathecliff bide sich bonny ways, think ye? I nobbut wish he may catch ye i' that plisky. I nobbut
41wish he may." And so he went on scolding to his den beneath, taking the candle with him; and I remained in the dark. The
42period of reflection succeeding this silly action compelled me to admit the necessity of smothering my pride and choking
43my wrath, and bestirring myself to remove its effects. An unexpected aid presently appeared in the shape of Throttler,
44whom I now recognised as a son of our old Skulker: it had spent its whelphood at the Grange, and was given by my father
45to Mr. Hindley. I fancy it knew me: it pushed its nose against mine by way of salute, and then hastened to devour the
46porridge; while I groped from step to step, collecting the shattered earthenware, and drying the spatters of milk from
47the banister with my pocket-handkerchief. Our labours were scarcely over when I heard Earnshaw's tread in the passage;
48my assistant tucked in his tail, and pressed to the wall; I stole into the nearest doorway. The dog's endeavour to avoid
49him was unsuccessful; as I guessed by a scutter downstairs, and a prolonged, piteous yelping. I had better luck: he
50passed on, entered his chamber, and shut the door. Directly after Joseph came up with Hareton, to put him to bed. I had
51found shelter in Hareton's room, and the old man, on seeing me, said,--"They's rahm for boath ye un' yer pride, now, I
52sud think i' the hahse. It's empty; ye may hev' it all to yerseln, un' Him as allas maks a third, i' sich ill company!"
53Gladly did I take advantage of this intimation; and the minute I flung myself into a chair, by the fire, I nodded, and
54slept. My slumber was deep and sweet, though over far too soon. Mr. Heathcliff awoke me; he had just come in, and
55demanded, in his loving manner, what I was doing there? I told him the cause of my staying up so late--that he had the
56key of our room in his pocket. The adjective our gave mortal offence. He swore it was not, nor ever should be, mine; and
57he'd--but I'll not repeat his language, nor describe his habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to
58gain my abhorrence! I sometimes wonder at him with an intensity that deadens my fear: yet, I assure you, a tiger or a
59venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens. He told me of Catherine's illness, and
60accused my brother of causing it; promising that I should be Edgar's proxy in suffering, till he could get hold of him.
61I do hate him--I am wretched--I have been a fool! Beware of uttering one breath of this to any one at the Grange. I
62shall expect you every day--don't disappoint me!--ISABELLA.
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