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1A letter, edged with black, announced the day of my master's return. Isabella was dead; and he wrote to bid me get
2mourning for his daughter, and arrange a room, and other accommodations, for his youthful nephew. Catherine ran wild
3with joy at the idea of welcoming her father back; and indulged most sanguine anticipations of the innumerable
4excellencies of her "real" cousin. The evening of their expected arrival came. Since early morning she had been busy
5ordering her own small affairs; and now attired in her new black frock--poor thing! her aunt's death impressed her with
6no definite sorrow--she obliged me, by constant worrying, to walk with her down through the grounds to meet them.
7"Linton is just six months younger than I am," she chattered, as we strolled leisurely over the swells and hollows of
8mossy turf, under shadow of the trees. "How delightful it will be to have him for a playfellow! Aunt Isabella sent papa
9a beautiful lock of his hair; it was lighter than mine--more flaxen, and quite as fine. I have it carefully preserved in
10a little glass box; and I've often thought what a pleasure it would be to see its owner. Oh! I am happy--and papa, dear,
11dear papa! Come, Ellen, let us run! come, run." She ran, and returned and ran again, many times before my sober
12footsteps reached the gate, and then she seated herself on the grassy bank beside the path, and tried to wait patiently;
13but that was impossible: she couldn't be still a minute. "How long they are!" she exclaimed. "Ah, I see some dust on the
14road--they are coming! No! When will they be here? May we not go a little way--half a mile, Ellen, only just half a
15mile? Do say yes, to that clump of birches at the turn!" I refused staunchly. At length her suspense was ended: the
16travelling carriage rolled in sight. Miss Cathy shrieked and stretched out her arms as soon as she caught her father's
17face looking from the window. He descended, nearly as eager as herself; and a considerable interval elapsed ere they had
18a thought to spare for any but themselves. While they exchanged caresses I took a peep in to see after Linton. He was
19asleep in a corner, wrapped in a warm, fur-lined cloak, as if it had been winter. A pale, delicate, effeminate boy, who
20might have been taken for my master's younger brother, so strong was the resemblance: but there was a sickly peevishness
21in his aspect that Edgar Linton never had. The latter saw me looking; and having shaken hands, advised me to close the
22door, and leave him undisturbed; for the journey had fatigued him. Cathy would fain have taken one glance, but her
23father told her to come, and they walked together up the park, while I hastened before to prepare the servants. "Now,
24darling," said Mr. Linton, addressing his daughter, as they halted at the bottom of the front steps: "your cousin is not
25so strong or so merry as you are, and he has lost his mother, remember, a very short time since; therefore, don't expect
26him to play and run about with you directly. And don't harass him much by talking: let him be quiet this evening, at
27least, will you?" "Yes, yes, papa," answered Catherine: "but I do want to see him; and he hasn't once looked out." The
28carriage stopped; and the sleeper being roused, was lifted to the ground by his uncle. "This is your cousin Cathy,
29Linton," he said, putting their little hands together. "She's fond of you already; and mind you don't grieve her by
30crying to-night. Try to be cheerful now; the travelling is at an end, and you have nothing to do but rest and amuse
31yourself as you please." "Let me go to bed, then," answered the boy, shrinking from Catherine's salute; and he put his
32fingers to his eyes to remove incipient tears. "Come, come, there's a good child," I whispered, leading him in. "You'll
33make her weep too--see how sorry she is for you!" I do not know whether it was sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as
34sad a countenance as himself, and returned to her father. All three entered, and mounted to the library, where tea was
35laid ready. I proceeded to remove Linton's cap and mantle, and placed him on a chair by the table; but he was no sooner
36seated than he began to cry afresh. My master inquired what was the matter. "I can't sit on a chair," sobbed the boy.
37"Go to the sofa, then, and Ellen shall bring you some tea," answered his uncle patiently. He had been greatly tried,
38during the journey, I felt convinced, by his fretful ailing charge. Linton slowly trailed himself off, and lay down.
39Cathy carried a footstool and her cup to his side. At first she sat silent; but that could not last: she had resolved to
40make a pet of her little cousin, as she would have him to be; and she commenced stroking his curls, and kissing his
41cheek, and offering him tea in her saucer, like a baby. This pleased him, for he was not much better: he dried his eyes,
42and lightened into a faint smile. "Oh, he'll do very well," said the master to me, after watching them a minute. "Very
43well, if we can keep him, Ellen. The company of a child of his own age will instil new spirit into him soon, and by
44wishing for strength he'll gain it." "Ay, if we can keep him!" I mused to myself; and sore misgivings came over me that
45there was slight hope of that. And then, I thought, how ever will that weakling live at Wuthering Heights? Between his
46father and Hareton, what playmates and instructors they'll be. Our doubts were presently decided--even earlier than I
47expected. I had just taken the children upstairs, after tea was finished, and seen Linton asleep--he would not suffer me
48to leave him till that was the case--I had come down, and was standing by the table in the hall, lighting a bedroom
49candle for Mr. Edgar, when a maid stepped out of the kitchen and informed me that Mr. Heathcliff's servant Joseph was at
50the door, and wished to speak with the master. "I shall ask him what he wants first," I said, in considerable
51trepidation. "A very unlikely hour to be troubling people, and the instant they have returned from a long journey. I
52don't think the master can see him." Joseph had advanced through the kitchen as I uttered these words, and now presented
53himself in the hall. He was donned in his Sunday garments, with his most sanctimonious and sourest face, and, holding
54his hat in one hand, and his stick in the other, he proceeded to clean his shoes on the mat. "Good-evening, Joseph," I
55said, coldly. "What business brings you here to-night?" "It's Maister Linton I mun spake to," he answered, waving me
56disdainfully aside. "Mr. Linton is going to bed; unless you have something particular to say, I'm sure he won't hear it
57now," I continued. "You had better sit down in there, and entrust your message to me." "Which is his rahm?" pursued the
58fellow, surveying the range of closed doors. I perceived he was bent on refusing my mediation, so very reluctantly I
59went up to the library, and announced the unseasonable visitor, advising that he should be dismissed till next day. Mr.
60Linton had no time to empower me to do so, for Joseph mounted close at my heels, and, pushing into the apartment,
61planted himself at the far side of the table, with his two fists clapped on the head of his stick, and began in an
62elevated tone, as if anticipating opposition-- "Hathecliff has sent me for his lad, and I munn't goa back 'bout him."
63Edgar Linton was silent a minute; an expression of exceeding sorrow overcast his features: he would have pitied the
64child on his own account; but, recalling Isabella's hopes and fears, and anxious wishes for her son, and her
65commendations of him to his care, he grieved bitterly at the prospect of yielding him up, and searched in his heart how
66it might be avoided. No plan offered itself: the very exhibition of any desire to keep him would have rendered the
67claimant more peremptory: there was nothing left but to resign him. However, he was not going to rouse him from his
68sleep. "Tell Mr. Heathcliff," he answered calmly, "that his son shall come to Wuthering Heights to-morrow. He is in bed,
69and too tired to go the distance now. You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to remain under my
70guardianship; and, at present, his health is very precarious." "Noa!" said Joseph, giving a thud with his prop on the
71floor, and assuming an authoritative air. "Noa! that means naught. Hathecliff maks noa 'count o' t' mother, nor ye
72norther; but he'll hev his lad; und I mun tak' him--soa now ye knaw!" "You shall not to-night!" answered Linton
73decisively. "Walk down stairs at once, and repeat to your master what I have said. Ellen, show him down. Go--" And,
74aiding the indignant elder with a lift by the arm, he rid the room of him and closed the door. "Varrah weell!" shouted
75Joseph, as he slowly drew off. "To-morn, he's come hisseln, and thrust him out, if ye darr!"
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