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1Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth rapid alteration of Edgar Linton's state. The
2havoc that months had previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. Catherine we would fain have deluded
3yet; but her own quick spirit refused to delude her: it divined in secret, and brooded on the dreadful probability,
4gradually ripening into certainty. She had not the heart to mention her ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it
5for her, and obtained permission to order her out of doors: for the library, where her father stopped a short time
6daily--the brief period he could bear to sit up--and his chamber, had become her whole world. She grudged each moment
7that did not find her bending over his pillow, or seated by his side. Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow,
8and my master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be a happy change of scene and society; drawing
9comfort from the hope that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death. He had a fixed idea, I guessed by
10several observations he let fall, that, as his nephew resembled him in person, he would resemble him in mind; for
11Linton's letters bore few or no indications of his defective character. And I, through pardonable weakness, refrained
12from correcting the error; asking myself what good there would be in disturbing his last moments with information that
13he had neither power nor opportunity to turn to account. We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden
14afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying,
15might revive. Catherine's face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession;
16but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even
17that passing forgetfulness of its cares. We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before. My young
18mistress alighted, and told me that, as she was resolved to stay a very little while, I had better hold the pony and
19remain on horseback; but I dissented: I wouldn't risk losing sight of the charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed
20the slope of heath together. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on this occasion: not the animation of
21high spirits though, nor yet of joy; it looked more like fear. "It is late!" he said, speaking short and with
22difficulty. "Is not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn't come." "Why won't you be candid?" cried Catherine,
23swallowing her greeting. "Why cannot you say at once you don't want me? It is strange, Linton, that for the second time
24you have brought me here on purpose, apparently to distress us both, and for no reason besides!" Linton shivered, and
25glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed; but his cousin's patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical
26behaviour. "My father is very ill," she said; "and why am I called from his bedside? Why didn't you send to absolve me
27from my promise, when you wished I wouldn't keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing and trifling are completely
28banished out of my mind; and I can't dance attendance on your affectations now!" "My affectations!" he murmured; "what
29are they? For heaven's sake, Catherine, don't look so angry! Despise me as much as you please; I am a worthless,
30cowardly wretch: I can't be scorned enough; but I'm too mean for your anger. Hate my father, and spare me for contempt."
31"Nonsense!" cried Catherine in a passion. "Foolish, silly boy! And there! he trembles, as if I were really going to
32touch him! You needn't bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously at your service. Get off! I shall
33return home: it is folly dragging you from the hearth-stone, and pretending--what do we pretend? Let go my frock! If I
34pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened, you should spurn such pity. Ellen, tell him how disgraceful this
35conduct is. Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile--don't!" With streaming face and an expression of
36agony, Linton had thrown his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite terror. "Oh!" he
37sobbed, "I cannot bear it! Catherine, Catherine, I'm a traitor, too, and I dare not tell you! But leave me, and I shall
38be killed! Dear Catherine, my life is in your hands: and you have said you loved me, and if you did, it wouldn't harm
39you. You'll not go, then? kind, sweet, good Catherine! And perhaps you will consent--and he'll let me die with you!" My
40young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise him. The old feeling of indulgent tenderness overcame
41her vexation, and she grew thoroughly moved and alarmed. "Consent to what?" she asked. "To stay! tell me the meaning of
42this strange talk, and I will. You contradict your own words, and distract me! Be calm and frank, and confess at once
43all that weighs on your heart. You wouldn't injure me, Linton, would you? You wouldn't let any enemy hurt me, if you
44could prevent it? I'll believe you are a coward, for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best friend." "But my
45father threatened me," gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated fingers, "and I dread him--I dread him! I dare not tell!"
46"Oh, well!" said Catherine, with scornful compassion, "keep your secret: I'm no coward. Save yourself: I'm not afraid!"
47Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her supporting hands, and yet could not summon courage to
48speak out. I was cogitating what the mystery might be, and determined Catherine should never suffer to benefit him or
49any one else, by my good will; when, hearing a rustle among the ling, I looked up and saw Mr. Heathcliff almost close
50upon us, descending the Heights. He didn't cast a glance towards my companions, though they were sufficiently near for
51Linton's sobs to be audible; but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of
52which I couldn't avoid doubting, he said-- "It is something to see you so near to my house, Nelly. How are you at the
53Grange? Let us hear. The rumour goes," he added, in a lower tone, "that Edgar Linton is on his death-bed: perhaps they
54exaggerate his illness?" "No; my master is dying," I replied: "it is true enough. A sad thing it will be for us all, but
55a blessing for him!" "How long will he last, do you think?" he asked. "I don't know," I said. "Because," he continued,
56looking at the two young people, who were fixed under his eye--Linton appeared as if he could not venture to stir or
57raise his head, and Catherine could not move, on his account--"because that lad yonder seems determined to beat me; and
58I'd thank his uncle to be quick, and go before him! Hallo! has the whelp been playing that game long? I did give him
59some lessons about snivelling. Is he pretty lively with Miss Linton generally?" "Lively? no--he has shown the greatest
60distress," I answered. "To see him, I should say, that instead of rambling with his sweetheart on the hills, he ought to
61be in bed, under the hands of a doctor." "He shall be, in a day or two," muttered Heathcliff. "But first--get up,
62Linton! Get up!" he shouted. "Don't grovel on the ground there: up, this moment!" Linton had sunk prostrate again in
63another paroxysm of helpless fear, caused by his father's glance towards him, I suppose: there was nothing else to
64produce such humiliation. He made several efforts to obey, but his little strength was annihilated for the time, and he
65fell back again with a moan. Mr. Heathcliff advanced, and lifted him to lean against a ridge of turf. "Now," said he,
66with curbed ferocity, "I'm getting angry--and if you don't command that paltry spirit of yours--damn you! get up
67directly!" "I will, father," he panted. "Only, let me alone, or I shall faint. I've done as you wished, I'm sure.
68Catherine will tell you that I--that I--have been cheerful. Ah! keep by me, Catherine; give me your hand." "Take mine,"
69said his father; "stand on your feet. There now--she'll lend you her arm: that's right, look at her. You would imagine I
70was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so kind as to walk home with him, will you? He shudders if
71I touch him." "Linton dear!" whispered Catherine, "I can't go to Wuthering Heights: papa has forbidden me. He'll not
72harm you: why are you so afraid?" "I can never re-enter that house," he answered. "I'm not to re-enter it without you!"
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