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1"Most likely, Heathcliff noticed more the truth of what was said, than the spirit of the person who said it. His
2attention was roused, I saw, for his eyes rained down tears among the ashes, and he drew his breath in suffocating
3sighs. I stared full at him, and laughed scornfully. The clouded windows of hell flashed a moment towards me; the fiend
4which usually looked out, however, was so dimmed and drowned that I did not fear to hazard another sound of derision.
5"'Get up, and begone out of my sight,' said the mourner. "I guessed he uttered those words, at least, though his voice
6was hardly intelligible. "'I beg your pardon,' I replied. 'But I loved Catherine too; and her brother requires
7attendance, which, for her sake, I shall supply. Now that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: Hindley has exactly her
8eyes, if you had not tried to gouge them out, and made them black and red; and her--' "'Get up, wretched idiot, before I
9stamp you to death!' he cried, making a movement that caused me to make one also. "'But then,' I continued, holding
10myself ready to flee, 'if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the ridiculous, contemptible, degrading title of
11Mrs. Heathcliff, she would soon have presented a similar picture! She wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour
12quietly: her detestation and disgust must have found voice.' "The back of the settle and Earnshaw's person interposed
13between me and him; so instead of endeavouring to reach me, he snatched a dinner-knife from the table and flung it at my
14head. It struck beneath my ear, and stopped the sentence I was uttering; but, pulling it out, I sprang to the door and
15delivered another; which I hope went a little deeper than his missile. The last glimpse I caught of him was a furious
16rush on his part, checked by the embrace of his host; and both fell locked together on the hearth. In my flight through
17the kitchen I bid Joseph speed to his master; I knocked over Hareton, who was hanging a litter of puppies from a
18chair-back in the doorway; and, blessed as a soul escaped from purgatory, I bounded, leaped, and flew down the steep
19road; then, quitting its windings, shot direct across the moor, rolling over banks, and wading through marshes:
20precipitating myself, in fact, towards the beacon-light of the Grange. And far rather would I be condemned to a
21perpetual dwelling in the infernal regions than, even for one night, abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again."
22Isabella ceased speaking, and took a drink of tea; then she rose, and bidding me put on her bonnet, and a great shawl I
23had brought, and turning a deaf ear to my entreaties for her to remain another hour, she stepped on to a chair, kissed
24Edgar's and Catherine's portraits, bestowed a similar salute on me, and descended to the carriage, accompanied by Fanny,
25who yelped wild with joy at recovering her mistress. She was driven away, never to revisit this neighbourhood: but a
26regular correspondence was established between her and my master when things were more settled. I believe her new abode
27was in the south, near London; there she had a son born a few months subsequent to her escape. He was christened Linton,
28and, from the first, she reported him to be an ailing, peevish creature. Mr. Heathcliff, meeting me one day in the
29village, inquired where she lived. I refused to tell. He remarked that it was not of any moment, only she must beware of
30coming to her brother: she should not be with him, if he had to keep her himself. Though I would give no information, he
31discovered, through some of the other servants, both her place of residence and the existence of the child. Still, he
32didn't molest her: for which forbearance she might thank his aversion, I suppose. He often asked about the infant, when
33he saw me; and on hearing its name, smiled grimly, and observed: "They wish me to hate it too, do they?" "I don't think
34they wish you to know anything about it," I answered. "But I'll have it," he said, "when I want it. They may reckon on
35that!" Fortunately its mother died before the time arrived; some thirteen years after the decease of Catherine, when
36Linton was twelve, or a little more. On the day succeeding Isabella's unexpected visit I had no opportunity of speaking
37to my master: he shunned conversation, and was fit for discussing nothing. When I could get him to listen, I saw it
38pleased him that his sister had left her husband; whom he abhorred with an intensity which the mildness of his nature
39would scarcely seem to allow. So deep and sensitive was his aversion, that he refrained from going anywhere where he was
40likely to see or hear of Heathcliff. Grief, and that together, transformed him into a complete hermit: he threw up his
41office of magistrate, ceased even to attend church, avoided the village on all occasions, and spent a life of entire
42seclusion within the limits of his park and grounds; only varied by solitary rambles on the moors, and visits to the
43grave of his wife, mostly at evening, or early morning before other wanderers were abroad. But he was too good to be
44thoroughly unhappy long. He didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him. Time brought resignation, and a melancholy
45sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world;
46where he doubted not she was gone. And he had earthly consolation and affections also. For a few days, I said, he seemed
47regardless of the puny successor to the departed: that coldness melted as fast as snow in April, and ere the tiny thing
48could stammer a word or totter a step it wielded a despot's sceptre in his heart. It was named Catherine; but he never
49called it the name in full, as he had never called the first Catherine short: probably because Heathcliff had a habit of
50doing so. The little one was always Cathy: it formed to him a distinction from the mother, and yet a connection with
51her; and his attachment sprang from its relation to her, far more than from its being his own. I used to draw a
52comparison between him and Hindley Earnshaw, and perplex myself to explain satisfactorily why their conduct was so
53opposite in similar circumstances. They had both been fond husbands, and were both attached to their children; and I
54could not see how they shouldn't both have taken the same road, for good or evil. But, I thought in my mind, Hindley,
55with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and the weaker man. When his ship struck, the
56captain abandoned his post; and the crew, instead of trying to save her, rushed into riot and confusion, leaving no hope
57for their luckless vessel. Linton, on the contrary, displayed the true courage of a loyal and faithful soul: he trusted
58God; and God comforted him. One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed
59to endure them. But you'll not want to hear my moralising, Mr. Lockwood; you'll judge, as well as I can, all these
60things: at least, you'll think you will, and that's the same. The end of Earnshaw was what might have been expected; it
61followed fast on his sister's: there were scarcely six months between them. We, at the Grange, never got a very succinct
62account of his state preceding it; all that I did learn was on occasion of going to aid in the preparations for the
63funeral. Mr. Kenneth came to announce the event to my master. "Well, Nelly," said he, riding into the yard one morning,
64too early not to alarm me with an instant presentiment of bad news, "it's yours and my turn to go into mourning at
65present. Who's given us the slip now, do you think?" "Who?" I asked in a flurry. "Why, guess!" he returned, dismounting,
66and slinging his bridle on a hook by the door. "And nip up the corner of your apron: I'm certain you'll need it." "Not
67Mr. Heathcliff, surely?" I exclaimed. "What! would you have tears for him?" said the doctor. "No, Heathcliff's a tough
68young fellow: he looks blooming to-day. I've just seen him. He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half."
69"Who is it, then, Mr. Kenneth?" I repeated impatiently.
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