| Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas.
By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured, and her manners much
improved. The mistress visited her often in the interval, and commenced
her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with fine clothes
and flattery, which she took readily; so that, instead of a wild,
hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze
us all breathless, there alighted from a handsome black pony a very
dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a
feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit, which she was obliged to
hold up with both hands that she might sail in. Hindley lifted her
from her horse, exclaiming delightedly, `Why, Cathy, you are quite
a beauty! I should scarcely have known you: you look like a lady now.
Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her, is she, Frances?'
`Isabella has not her natural advantages,' replied his wife: `but
she must mind and not grow wild again here. Ellen, help Miss Catherine
off with her things--stay, dear, you will disarrange your curls--let
me untie your hat.'
I removed the habit, and there shone forth, beneath a grand plaid
silk frock, white trousers, and burnished shoes; and, while her
eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome
her, she dare hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid
garments. She kissed me gently: I was all flour making the Christmas
cake, and it would not have done to give me a hug; and, then, she
looked round for Heathcliff. Mr and Mrs Earnshaw watched anxiously
their meeting; thinking it would enable them to judge, in some measure,
what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two
friends.
Heathcliff was hard to discover, at first. If he were careless,
and uncared for, before Catherine's absence, he had been ten times
more so, since. Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him
a dirty boy, and bid him wash himself, once a week; and children
of his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water. Therefore,
not to mention his clothes, which had seen three months' service
in mire and dust, and his thick uncombed hair, the surface of his
face and hands was dismally beclouded. He might well skulk behind
the settle, on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the
house, instead of a rough-headed counterpart of himself, as he expected.
`Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves,
and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and
staying indoors.
`Heathcliff, you may come forward,' cried Mr Hindley, enjoying
his discomfiture, and gratified to see what a forbidding young blackguard
he would be compelled to present himself. `You may come and wish
Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants.'
Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew
to embrace him; she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek
within the second, and then stopped, and drawing back, burst into
a laugh, exclaiming, `Why, how very black and cross you look! and
how--how funny and grim! But that's because I'm used to Edgar and
Isabella Linton. Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me?'
She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw
double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable.
`Shake hands, Heathcliff,' said Mr Earnshaw, condescendingly; `once
in a way, that is permitted.'
`I shall not,' replied the boy, finding his tongue at last; `I
shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!'
And he would have broken from the circle, but Miss Cathy seized
him again.
`I did not mean to laugh at you,' she said; `I could not hinder
myself: Heathcliff, shake hands at least! What are you sulky for?
It was only that you looked odd. If you wash your face and brush
your hair, it will be all right: but you are so dirty!'
She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own,
and also at her dress; which she feared had gained no embellishment
from its contact with his.
`You needn't have touched me!' he answered, following her eye and
snatching away his hand. `I shall be as dirty as I please: and I
like to be dirty, and I will be dirty.'
With that he dashed head foremost out of the room, amid the merriment
of the master and mistress, and to the serious disturbance of Catherine;
who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such
an exhibition of bad temper.
After playing lady's-maid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes
in the oven, and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great
fires, befitting Christmas eve, I prepared to sit down and amuse
myself by singing carols, all alone; regardless of Joseph's affirmations
that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs.
He had retired to private prayer in his chamber, and Mr and Mrs
Earnshaw were engaging Missy's attention by sundry gay trifles bought
for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of
their kindness. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering
Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition:
Mrs Linton begged that her darlings must be kept carefully apart
from that `naughty swearing boy'.
Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich
scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils,
the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs ranged on a
tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper; and above all,
the speckless purity of my particular care--the scoured and well-swept
floor. I gave due inward applause to every object, and then I remembered
how old Earnshaw used to come in when all was tidied, and call me
a cant lass, and slip a shilling into my hand as a Christmas box;
and from that I went on to think of his fondness for Heathcliff,
and his dread lest he should suffer neglect after death had removed
him; and that naturally led me to consider the poor lad's situation
now, and from singing I changed my mind to crying. It struck me
soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair
some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked
into the court to seek him. He was not far; I found him smoothing
the glossy coat of the new pony in the stable, and feeding the other
beasts, according to custom.
`Make haste, Heathcliff!' I said, `the kitchen is so comfortable;
and Joseph is upstairs: make haste, and let me dress you smart before
Miss Cathy comes out, and then you can sit together, with the whole
hearth to yourselves, and have a long chatter till bedtime.'
He proceeded with his task and never turned his head towards me.
`Come--are you coming?' I continued. `There's a little cake for
each of you, nearly enough; and you'll need half an hour's donning.'
I waited five minutes, but getting no answer, left him. Catherine
supped with her brother and sister-in-law: Joseph and I joined in
an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness
on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table all night
for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine o'clock,
and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat up late,
having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends:
she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one; but he was
gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and
then went back. In the morning he rose early; and as it was a holiday
carried his ill humour on to the moors; not reappearing till the
family were departed for church. Fasting and reflection seemed to
have brought him to a better spirit. He hung about me for a while,
and having screwed up his courage, exclaimed abruptly:
`Nelly, make me decent, I'm going to be good.'
`High time, Heathcliff,' I said; `you have grieved Catherine: she's
sorry she ever came home, I dare say! It looks as if you envied
her, because she is more thought of than you.'
The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but
the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough.
`Did she say she was grieved?' he inquired, looking very serious.
`She cried when I told her you were off again this morning.'
`Well, I cried last night,' he returned, `and I had more reason
to cry than she.'
`Yes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and
an empty stomach,' said I. `Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon,
mind, when she comes in. You must go up and offer to kiss her, and
say--you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as
if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress.
And now, though I have dinner to get ready, I'll steal time to arrange
you so that Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you: and
that he does. You are younger, and yet, I'll be bound, you are taller
and twice as broad across the shoulders: you could knock him down
in a twinkling? don't you feel that you could?'
Heathcliff's face brightened a moment; then it was overcast afresh,
and he sighed.
`But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn't
make him less handsome or me more so. I wish I had light hair and
a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance
of being as rich as he will be!'
`And cried for mamma at every turn,' I added, `and trembled if
a country lad heaved his fist against you, and sat at home all day
for a shower of rain. Oh, Heathcliff, you are showing a poor spirit!
Come to the glass, and I'll let you see what you should wish. Do
you mark those two lines between your eyes; and those thick brows,
that instead of rising arched, sink in the middle; and that couple
of black fiends, so deeply buried, who never open their windows
boldly, but lurk glinting under them, like devil's spies? Wish and
learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly,
and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting
and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not
sure of foes. Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears
to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the
world as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.'
`In other words, I must wish for Edgar Linton's great blue eyes
and even forehead,' he replied. `I do--and that won't help me to
them.'
`A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad,' I continued,
`if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest
into something worse than ugly. And now that we've done washing,
and combing, and sulking--tell me whether you don't think yourself
rather handsome? I'll tell you, I do. You're fit for a prince in
disguise. Who knows but your father was Emperor of China, and your
mother an Indian queen, each of them able to buy up, with one week's
income, Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange together? And you
were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. Were I
in your place, I would frame high notions of my birth; and the thoughts
of what I was should give me courage and dignity to support the
oppressions of a little farmer!'
So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown and
began to look quite pleasant, when all at once our conversation
was interrupted by a rumbling sound moving up the road and entering
the court. He ran to the window and I to the door, just in time
to behold the two Lintons descend from the family carriage, smothered
in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses:
they often rode to church in winter. Catherine took a hand of each
of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before
the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces.
I urged my companion to hasten now and show his amiable humour,
and he willingly obeyed; but ill luck would have it that, as he
opened the door leading from the kitchen on one side, Hindley opened
it on the other. They met, and the master, irritated at seeing him
clean and cheerful; or, perhaps, eager to keep his promise to Mrs
Linton, shoved him back with a sudden thrust, and angrily bade Joseph
`keep the fellow out of the room--send him into the garret till
dinner is over. He'll be cramming his fingers in the tarts and stealing
the fruit, if left alone with them a minute.'
`Nay, sir,' I could not avoid answering, `he'll touch nothing,
not he: and I suppose he must have his share of the dainties as
well as we.'
`He shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him downstairs
again till dark,' cried Hindley. `Begone, you vagabond! What! you
are attempting the coxcomb, are you? Wait till I get hold of those
elegant locks--see if I won't pull them a bit longer.'
`They are long enough, already,' observed Master Linton, peeping
from the doorway; `I wonder they don't make his head ache. It's
like a colt's mane over his eyes!'
He ventured his remark without any intention to insult; but Heathcliff's
violent nature was not prepared to endure the appearance of impertinence
from one whom he seemed to hate, even then, as a rival. He seized
a tureen of hot apple sauce (the first thing that came under his
gripe) and dashed it full against the speaker's face and neck; who
instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine
hurrying to the place. Mr Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly
and conveyed him to his chamber; where, doubtless, he administered
a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he reappeared red
and breathless. I got the dish-cloth and rather spitefully scrubbed
Edgar's nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling.
His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded,
blushing for all.
`You should not have spoken to him!' she expostulated with Master
Linton. `He was in a bad temper, and now you've spoilt your visit;
and he'll be flogged: I hate him to be flogged! I can't eat my dinner.
Why did you speak to him, Edgar?'
`I didn't,' sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing
the remainder of the purification with his cambric pocket handkerchief.
`I promised mamma that I wouldn't say one word to him, and I didn't.'
`Well, don't cry,' replied Catherine, contemptuously, `you're not
killed. Don't make more mischief; my brother is coming: be quiet!
Give over, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you?'
`There, there, children--to your seats!' cried Hindley, bustling
in. `That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master
Edgar, take the law into your own fists--it will give you an appetite!'
The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant
feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since
no real harm had befallen them. Mr Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls,
and the mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind
her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and
an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before
her. `An unfeeling child,' I thought to myself; `how lightly she
dismisses her old playmate's troubles. I could not have imagined
her to be so selfish.' She lifted a mouthful to her lips; then she
set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over
them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under
the cloth to conceal her emotion. I did not cal her unfeeling long;
for I perceived she was in purgatory through out the day, and wearying
to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit
to Heathcliff, who had been locked up b the master: as I discovered,
on endeavouring to introduce to him private mess of victuals.
In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might b liberated
then, as Isabella Linton had no partner; her entreaties were vain,
and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all
gloom in the excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased
by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering fifteen strong:
a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoon French horns, and a bass
viol, besides singers. They go the rounds of all the respectable
houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed
it a first-rate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been
sung, we set them to songs and glees. Mrs Earnshaw loved the music,
and so they gave us plenty.
Catherine loved it too; but she said it sounded sweetest at the
top of the steps, and she went up in the dark; I followed. They
shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full
people. She made no stay at the stair's head, but mounted farther,
to the garret where Heathcliff was confined, and called him. I stubbornly
declined answering for a while; she persevered, and finally persuaded
him to hold communion with her through the boards. I let the poor
things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going
to cease, and the singers to get some refreshment; then, I clambered
up the ladder to warn her. Instead of finding her outside, I heard
her voice within. The little monkey had crept by the skylight of
one garret, along the roof, into the skylight of the other, and
it was with the utmost difficulty I could coax her out again. When
she did come Heathcliff came with her, and she insisted that I should
take him into the kitchen, as my fellow-servant had gone to a neighbour's
to be removed from the sound of our `devil's psalmody', as it pleased
him to call it. I told them I intended by no means to encourage
their tricks; but as the prisoner had never broken his fast since
yesterday's dinner, I would wink at his cheating Mr Hindley that
once. He went down; I set him a stool by the fire, and offered him
a quantity of good things; but he was sick and could eat little,
and my attempts to entertain him were thrown away. He leant his
two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands, and remained
wrapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts,
he answered gravely:
`I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care
how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not
die before I do!'
`For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. `It is for God to punish wicked
people; we should learn to forgive.'
`No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned.
`I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it
out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.'
But, Mr Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. I'm annoyed
how I should dream of chattering on at such a rate; and your gruel
cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told Heathcliffs history,
all that you need hear, in half a dozen words.
Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, arid proceeded
to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the
hearth, and I was very far from nodding. `Sit still, Mrs Dean,'
I cried, `do sit still, another half-hour! You've done just right
to tell the story leisurely. That is the method I like; and you
must finish it in the same style. I am interested in every character
you have mentioned, more or less.'
`The clock is on the stroke of eleven, sir.'
`No matter--I'm not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours.
One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.'
`You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning
gone long before that time. A person who has not done one half his
day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half
undone.'
`Nevertheless, Mrs Dean, resume your chair; because to morrow I
intend lengthening the night till afternoon. I prognosticate for
myself an obstinate cold, at least.'
`I hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some three
years; during that space Mrs Earnshaw---'
`No, no, I'll allow nothing of the sort! Are you acquainted with
the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat
licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation
so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously
out of temper?'
`A terribly lazy mood, I should say.'
`On the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present;
and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive that people in these
regions acquire over people in towns the value that the spider in
a dungeon does over a spider in a cottage, to their various occupants;
and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the situation
of the looker-on. They do live more in earnest, more in themselves,
and less in surface change, and frivolous external things. I could
fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever
in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a
hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his
entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to
a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much
enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard
and remembrance.'
`Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know
us,' observed Mrs Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech.
`Excuse me,' I responded; `you, my good friend, are a striking
evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few provincialisms
of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I
am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class. I am sure you
have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think.
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for
want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.'
Mrs Dean laughed.
`I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,'
she said; `not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one
set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's
end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me
wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr Lockwood.
You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked
into, and got something out of also: unless it be that range of
Greek and Latin and that of French; and those I know one from another:
it is as much as you can expect of a poor man's daughter. However,
if I am to follow my story in true gossip's fashion, I had better
go on; and instead of leaping three years, I will be content to
pass to the next summer--the summer of 1778, that is, nearly twenty-three
years ago.'
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