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1"I'm rather obliged than angry, Nelly," he said, "for you remind me of the manner in which I desire to be buried. It is
2to be carried to the churchyard in the evening. You and Hareton may, if you please, accompany me: and mind,
3particularly, to notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins! No minister need come; nor need
4anything be said over me.--I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and
5uncoveted by me." "And supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast, and died by that means, and they refused to bury
6you in the precincts of the kirk?" I said, shocked at his godless indifference. "How would you like it?" "They won't do
7that," he replied: "if they did, you must have me removed secretly; and if you neglect it you shall prove, practically,
8that the dead are not annihilated!" As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den,
9and I breathed freer. But in the afternoon, while Joseph and Hareton were at their work, he came into the kitchen again,
10and, with a wild look, bid me come and sit in the house: he wanted somebody with him. I declined; telling him plainly
11that his strange talk and manner frightened me, and I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone. "I
12believe you think me a fiend," he said, with his dismal laugh: "something too horrible to live under a decent roof."
13Then turning to Catherine, who was there, and who drew behind me at his approach, he added, half sneeringly,--"Will you
14come, chuck? I'll not hurt you. No! to you I've made myself worse than the devil. Well, there is one who won't shrink
15from my company! By God! she's relentless. Oh, damn it! It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear--even
16mine." He solicited the society of no one more. At dusk he went into his chamber. Through the whole night, and far into
17the morning, we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself. Hareton was anxious to enter; but I bid him fetch Mr.
18Kenneth, and he should go in and see him. When he came, and I requested admittance and tried to open the door, I found
19it locked; and Heathcliff bid us be damned. He was better, and would be left alone; so the doctor went away. The
20following evening was very wet: indeed, it poured down till day-dawn; and, as I took my morning walk round the house, I
21observed the master's window swinging open, and the rain driving straight in. He cannot be in bed, I thought: those
22showers would drench him through. He must either be up or out. But I'll make no more ado, I'll go boldly and look.
23Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclose the panels, for the chamber was vacant;
24quickly pushing them aside, I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there--laid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and
25fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead: but his face and throat were washed with
26rain; the bed-clothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that
27rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he
28was dead and stark! I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes: to
29extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation before any one else beheld it. They would not
30shut: they seemed to sneer at my attempts; and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too! Taken with another fit
31of cowardice, I cried out for Joseph. Joseph shuffled up and made a noise, but resolutely refused to meddle with him.
32"Th' divil's harried off his soul," he cried, "and he may hev' his carcass into t' bargin, for aught I care! Ech! what a
33wicked 'un he looks, girning at death!" and the old sinner grinned in mockery. I thought he intended to cut a caper
34round the bed; but suddenly composing himself, he fell on his knees, and raised his hands, and returned thanks that the
35lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights. I felt stunned by the awful event; and my memory
36unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness. But poor Hareton, the most wronged, was the only
37one who really suffered much. He sat by the corpse all night, weeping in bitter earnest. He pressed its hand, and kissed
38the sarcastic, savage face that every one else shrank from contemplating; and bemoaned him with that strong grief which
39springs naturally from a generous heart, though it be tough as tempered steel. Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of
40what disorder the master died. I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days, fearing it might lead
41to trouble, and then, I am persuaded, he did not abstain on purpose: it was the consequence of his strange illness, not
42the cause. We buried him, to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood, as he wished. Earnshaw and I, the sexton, and six
43men to carry the coffin, comprehended the whole attendance. The six men departed when they had let it down into the
44grave: we stayed to see it covered. Hareton, with a streaming face, dug green sods, and laid them over the brown mould
45himself: at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds--and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly. But
46the country folks, if you ask them, would swear on the Bible that he walks: there are those who speak to having met him
47near the church, and on the moor, and even within this house. Idle tales, you'll say, and so say I. Yet that old man by
48the kitchen fire affirms he has seen two on 'em looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his
49death:--and an odd thing happened to me about a month ago. I was going to the Grange one evening--a dark evening,
50threatening thunder--and, just at the turn of the Heights, I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before
51him; he was crying terribly; and I supposed the lambs were skittish, and would not be guided. "What is the matter, my
52little man?" I asked. "There's Heathcliff and a woman yonder, under t' nab," he blubbered, "un' I darnut pass 'em." I
53saw nothing; but neither the sheep nor he would go on, so I bid him take the road lower down. He probably raised the
54phantoms from thinking, as he traversed the moors alone, on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat.
55Yet, still, I don't like being out in the dark now; and I don't like being left by myself in this grim house: I cannot
56help it; I shall be glad when they leave it, and shift to the Grange. "They are going to the Grange, then?" I said.
57"Yes," answered Mrs. Dean, "as soon as they are married, and that will be on New Year's Day." "And who will live here
58then?" "Why, Joseph will take care of the house, and, perhaps, a lad to keep him company. They will live in the kitchen,
59and the rest will be shut up." "For the use of such ghosts as choose to inhabit it?" I observed. "No, Mr. Lockwood,"
60said Nelly, shaking her head. "I believe the dead are at peace: but it is not right to speak of them with levity." At
61that moment the garden gate swung to; the ramblers were returning. "They are afraid of nothing," I grumbled, watching
62their approach through the window. "Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions." As they stepped on to the
63door-stones, and halted to take a last look at the moon--or, more correctly, at each other by her light--I felt
64irresistibly impelled to escape them again; and, pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs. Dean, and disregarding her
65expostulations at my rudeness, I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house-door; and so should have
66confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow-servant's gay indiscretions, had he not fortunately recognised me for a
67respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet. My walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the
68direction of the kirk. When beneath its walls, I perceived decay had made progress, even in seven months: many a window
69showed black gaps deprived of glass; and slates jutted off, here and there, beyond the right line of the roof, to be
70gradually worked off in coming autumn storms. I sought, and soon discovered, the three headstones on the slope next the
71moor: the middle one grey, and half buried in heath; Edgar Linton's only harmonized by the turf and moss creeping up its
72foot; Heathcliff's still bare. I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the
73heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine
74unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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