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1For some days after that evening, Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals; yet he would not consent formally to
2exclude Hareton and Cathy. He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings, choosing rather to absent
3himself; and eating once in twenty-four hours seemed sufficient sustenance for him. One night, after the family were in
4bed, I heard him go downstairs, and out at the front door. I did not hear him re-enter, and in the morning I found he
5was still away. We were in April then: the weather was sweet and warm, the grass as green as showers and sun could make
6it, and the two dwarf apple-trees near the southern wall in full bloom. After breakfast, Catherine insisted on my
7bringing a chair and sitting with my work under the fir-trees at the end of the house; and she beguiled Hareton, who had
8perfectly recovered from his accident, to dig and arrange her little garden, which was shifted to that corner by the
9influence of Joseph's complaints. I was comfortably revelling in the spring fragrance around, and the beautiful soft
10blue overhead, when my young lady, who had run down near the gate to procure some primrose roots for a border, returned
11only half laden, and informed us that Mr. Heathcliff was coming in. "And he spoke to me," she added, with a perplexed
12countenance. "What did he say?" asked Hareton. "He told me to begone as fast as I could," she answered. "But he looked
13so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him." "How?" he inquired. "Why, almost bright and
14cheerful. No, almost nothing--very much excited, and wild, and glad!" she replied. "Night-walking amuses him, then," I
15remarked, affecting a careless manner: in reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her
16statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an every-day spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in.
17Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his
18eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face. "Will you have some breakfast?" I said. "You must be hungry, rambling
19about all night!" I wanted to discover where he had been, but I did not like to ask directly. "No, I'm not hungry," he
20answered, averting his head, and speaking rather contemptuously, as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of
21his good humour. I felt perplexed: I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition.
22"I don't think it right to wander out of doors," I observed, "instead of being in bed: it is not wise, at any rate this
23moist season. I daresay you'll catch a bad cold, or a fever: you have something the matter with you now!" "Nothing but
24what I can bear," he replied; "and with the greatest pleasure, provided you'll leave me alone: get in, and don't annoy
25me." I obeyed: and, in passing, I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat. "Yes!" I reflected to myself, "we shall have a
26fit of illness. I cannot conceive what he has been doing." That noon he sat down to dinner with us, and received a
27heaped-up plate from my hands, as if he intended to make amends for previous fasting. "I've neither cold nor fever,
28Nelly," he remarked, in allusion to my morning's speech; "and I'm ready to do justice to the food you give me." He took
29his knife and fork, and was going to commence eating, when the inclination appeared to become suddenly extinct. He laid
30them on the table, looked eagerly towards the window, then rose and went out. We saw him walking to and fro in the
31garden while we concluded our meal, and Earnshaw said he'd go and ask why he would not dine: he thought we had grieved
32him some way. "Well, is he coming?" cried Catherine, when her cousin returned. "Nay," he answered; "but he's not angry:
33he seemed rarely pleased indeed; only I made him impatient by speaking to him twice; and then he bid me be off to you:
34he wondered how I could want the company of anybody else." I set his plate to keep warm on the fender; and after an hour
35or two he re-entered, when the room was clear, in no degree calmer: the same unnatural--it was unnatural--appearance of
36joy under his black brows; the same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind of smile; his frame
37shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates--a strong thrilling, rather
38than trembling. I will ask what is the matter, I thought; or who should? And I exclaimed--"Have you heard any good news,
39Mr. Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated." "Where should good news come from to me?" he said. "I'm animated with
40hunger; and, seemingly, I must not eat." "Your dinner is here," I returned; "why won't you get it?" "I don't want it
41now," he muttered, hastily: "I'll wait till supper. And, Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Hareton and the
42other away from me. I wish to be troubled by nobody: I wish to have this place to myself." "Is there some new reason for
43this banishment?" I inquired. "Tell me why you are so queer, Mr. Heathcliff? Where were you last night? I'm not putting
44the question through idle curiosity, but--" "You are putting the question through very idle curiosity," he interrupted,
45with a laugh. "Yet I'll answer it. Last night I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I
46have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me! And now you'd better go! You'll neither see nor hear anything to
47frighten you, if you refrain from prying." Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed; more perplexed than
48ever. He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his solitude; till, at eight o'clock, I
49deemed it proper, though unsummoned, to carry a candle and his supper to him. He was leaning against the ledge of an
50open lattice, but not looking out: his face was turned to the interior gloom. The fire had smouldered to ashes; the room
51was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening; and so still, that not only the murmur of the beck down
52Gimmerton was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it
53could not cover. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the
54casements, one after another, till I came to his. "Must I close this?" I asked, in order to rouse him; for he would not
55stir. The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by
56the momentary view! Those deep black eyes! That smile, and ghastly paleness! It appeared to me, not Mr. Heathcliff, but
57a goblin; and, in my terror, I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness. "Yes, close it," he
58replied, in his familiar voice. "There, that is pure awkwardness! Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick,
59and bring another." I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph--"The master wishes you to take him a
60light and rekindle the fire." For I dared not go in myself again just then. Joseph rattled some fire into the shovel,
61and went: but he brought it back immediately, with the supper-tray in his other hand, explaining that Mr. Heathcliff was
62going to bed, and he wanted nothing to eat till morning. We heard him mount the stairs directly; he did not proceed to
63his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with the panelled bed: its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for
64anybody to get through; and it struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no
65suspicion.
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