| Seven days glided away, every one marking its course by the henceforth
rapid alteration of Edgar Linton's state. The havoc that months had
previously wrought was now emulated by the inroads of hours. Catherine,
we would fain have deluded yet: but her own quick spirit refused to
delude her: it divined in secret, and brooded on the dreadful probability,
gradually ripening into certainty. She had not the heart to mention
her ride, when Thursday came round; I mentioned it for her, and obtained
permission to order her out of doors: for the library, where her father
stopped a short time daily--the brief period he could bear to sit
up--and his chamber, had become her whole world. She grudged each
moment that did not find her bending over his pillow, or seated by
his side: Her countenance grew wan with watching and sorrow, and my
master gladly dismissed her to what he flattered himself would be
a happy change of scene and society; drawing comfort from the hope
that she would not now be left entirely alone after his death.
He had a fixed idea, I guessed by several observations he let fall,
that, as his nephew resembled him in person, he would resemble him
in mind; for Linton's letters bore few or no indications of his
defective character. And I, through pardonable weakness, refrained
from correcting the error; asking myself what good there would be
in disturbing his last moments with information that he had neither
power nor opportunity to turn to account.
We deferred our excursion till the afternoon; a golden afternoon
of August: every breath from the hills so full of life, that it
seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive. Catherine's
face was just like the landscape--shadows and sunshine flitting
over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and
the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached
itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares.
We discerned Linton watching at the same spot he had selected before.
My young mistress alighted, and told me that, as she was resolved
to stay a very little while, I had better hold the pony and remain
on horseback; but I dissented: I wouldn't risk losing sight of the
charge committed to me a minute; so we climbed the slope of heath
together. Master Heathcliff received us with greater animation on
this occasion: not the animation of high spirits though, nor yet
of joy; it looked more like fear.
`It is late!' he said, speaking short and with difficulty. `Is
not your father very ill? I thought you wouldn't come.'
`Why won't you be candid?' cried Catherine, swallowing her greeting.
`Why cannot you say at once you don't want me? It is strange, Linton,
that for the second time you have brought me here on purpose, apparently,
to distress us both, and for no reason besides!'
Linton shivered, and glanced at her, half supplicating, half ashamed;
but his cousin's patience was not sufficient to endure this enigmatical
behaviour.
`My father is very ill,' she said; `and why am I called from his
bedside? Why didn't you send to absolve me from my promise, when''
you wished I wouldn't keep it? Come! I desire an explanation: playing
and trifling are completely banished out of my mind; and I can't
dance attendance on your affectations now!'
`My affectations!' he murmured; `what are they? For Heaven's sake,
Catherine, don't look so angry! Despise me as much as you please;
I am a worthless, cowardly wretch: I can't be scorned enough; but
I'm too mean for your anger. Hate my father, and spare me for contempt.'
`Nonsense!' cried Catherine, in a passion. `Foolish, silly boy!
And there! he trembles, as if I were really going to touch him!
You needn't bespeak contempt, Linton: anybody will have it spontaneously
at your service. Get off! I shall return home: it is folly dragging
you from the hearthstone, and pretending--what do we pretend? Let
go my frock! If I pitied you for crying and looking so very frightened,
you should spurn such pity. Ellen, tell him how disgraceful this
conduct is. Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile--don't!'
With streaming face and an expression of agony, Linton had thrown
his nerveless frame along the ground: he seemed convulsed with exquisite
terror.
`Oh!' he sobbed, `I cannot bear it! Catherine, Catherine, I'm a
traitor, too, and I dare not tell you! But leave me, and I shall
be killed! Dear Catherine, my life is in your hands: and you have
said you loved me, and if you did, it wouldn't harm you. You'll
not go, then? kind, sweet, good Catherine! And perhaps you will
consent--and he'll let me die with you!'
My young lady, on witnessing his intense anguish, stooped to raise
him. The old feeling of indulgent tenderness overcame her vexation,
and she grew thoroughly moved and alarmed.
`Consent to what?' she asked. `To stay? Tell me the meaning of
this strange talk, and I will. You contradict your own words, and
distract me! Be calm and frank, and confess at once all that weighs
on your heart. You wouldn't injure me, Linton, would you? You wouldn't
let any enemy hurt me, if you could prevent it? I'll believe you
are a coward for yourself, but not a cowardly betrayer of your best
friend.'
`But my father threatened me,' gasped the boy, clasping his attenuated
fingers, `and I dread him--I dread him! I dare not tell!'
`Oh, well!' said Catherine, with scornful compassion, `keep your
secret: I'm no coward. Save yourself; I'm not afraid!'
Her magnanimity provoked his tears: he wept wildly, kissing her
supporting hands, and yet could not summon courage to speak out.
I was cogitating what the mystery might be, and determined Catherine
should never suffer, to benefit him or anyone else, by my goodwill;
when hearing a rustle among the ling, I looked up and saw Mr Heathcliff
almost close upon us, descending the Heights. He didn't cast a glance
towards my companions, though they were sufficiently near for Linton's
sobs to be audible; but hailing me in the almost hearty tone he
assumed to none besides, and the sincerity of which I couldn't avoid
doubting, he said:
`It is something to see you so near"to my house, Nelly. How
are you at the Grange? Let us hear. The rumour goes', he added in
a lower tone, `that Edgar Linton is on his deathbed: perhaps they
exaggerate his illness!'
`No; my master is dying,' I replied: `it is true enough. A sad
thing it will be for us all, but a blessing for him!'
`How long will he last, do you think?' he asked.
`I don't know,' I said.
`Because,' he continued, looking at the two young people, who were
fixed under his eye--Linton appeared as if he could not venture
to stir or raise his head, and Catherine could not move, on his
account--`because that lad yonder seems determined to beat me; and
I'd thank his uncle to be quick, and go before him. Hallo! has the
whelp been playing that game long? I did give him some lessons about
snivelling. Is he pretty lively with Miss Linton generally?'
`Lively? no--he has shown the greatest distress,' I answered. `To
see him, I should say, that instead of rambling with his sweetheart
on the hills, he ought to be in bed, under the hands of a doctor.'
`He shall be in a day or two,' muttered Heathcliff. `But first--get
up, Linton! Get up!' he shouted. `Don't grovel on the ground there:
up, this moment!'
Linton had sunk prostrate again in another paroxysm of helpless
fear, caused by his father's glance towards him, I suppose: there
was nothing else to produce such humiliation. He made several efforts
to obey, but his little strength was annihilated for the time, and
he fell back again with a moan. Mr Heathcliff advanced, and lifted
him to lean against a ridge of turf.
`Now,' said he, with curbed ferocity, `I'm getting angry; and if
you don't command that paltry spirit of yours--Damn you! get up
directly!'
`I will, Father,' he panted. `Only, let me alone, or I shall faint.
I've done as you wished, I'm sure. Catherine will tell you that
I--that I--have been cheerful. Ah! keep by me, Catherine: give me
your hand.'
`Take mine,' said his father; `stand on your feet. There now--she'll
lend you her arm: that's right, look at her. You would imagine I
was the devil himself, Miss Linton, to excite such horror. Be so
kind as to walk home with him, will you? He shudders if I touch
him.'
`Linton, dear!' whispered Catherine, `I can't go to Wuthering Heights:
papa has forbidden me. He'll not harm you: why are you so afraid?'
`I can never re-enter that house,' he answered. `I'm not to re-enter
it without you!'
`Stop!' cried his father. `We'll respect Catherine's filial scruples.
Nelly, take him in, and I'll follow your advice concerning the doctor,
without delay.'
`You'll do well,' replied I. `But I must remain with my mistress:
to mind your son is not my business.'
`You are very stiff,' said Heathcliff, `I know that: but you'll
force me to pinch the baby and make it scream before it moves your
charity. Come, then, my hero. Are you willing to return, escorted
by me?'
He approached once more, and made as if he would seize the fragile
being; but, shrinking back, Linton clung to his cousin, and implored
her to accompany him, with a frantic importunity that admitted no
denial. However I disapproved, I couldn't hinder her: indeed, how
could she have refused him herself? What was filling him with dread
we had no means of discerning: but there he was, powerless under
its grip, and any addition seemed capable of shocking him into idiotcy.
We reached the threshold: Catherine walked in, and I stood waiting
till she had conducted the invalid to a chair, expecting her out
immediately; when Mr Heathcliff, pushing me forward, exclaimed:
`My house is not stricken with the plague, Nelly; and I have a
mind to be hospitable today: sit down, and allow me to shut the
door.'
He shut and locked it also. I started.
`You shall have tea before you go home,' he added. `I am by myself.
Hareton is gone with some cattle to the Lees, and Zillah and Joseph
are off on a journey of pleasure; and, though I'm used to being
alone, I'd rather have some interesting company, if I can get it.
Miss Linton, take your seat by him. I give you what I have: the
present is hardly worth accepting; but I have nothing else to offer.
It is Linton, I mean. How she does stare! It's odd what a savage
feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me! Had I been born
where laws are less strict and tastes less dainty, I should treat
myself,to a slow vivisection of those two, as an evening's amusement.
He drew in his breath, struck the table, and swore to himself,
`By hell! I hate them.'
`I'm not afraid of you!' exclaimed Catherine, who could not hear
the latter part of his speech. She stepped close up; her black eyes
flashing with passion and resolution. `Give me that key: I will
have it!' she said. `I wouldn't eat or drink here, if I were starving.'
Heathcliff had the key in his hand that remained on the table.
He looked up, seized with a sort of surprise at her boldness; or,
possibly, reminded by her voice and glance, of the person from whom
she inherited it. She snatched at the instrument, and half succeeded
in getting it out of his loosened fingers: but her action recalled
him to the present; he recovered it speedily.
`Now, Catherine Linton,' he said, `stand off, or I shall knock
you down; and that will make Mrs Dean mad.'
Regardless of this warning, she captured his closed hand and its
contents again. `We will go!' she repeated, exerting her utmost
efforts to cause the iron muscles to relax; and finding that her
nails made no impression, she applied her teeth pretty sharply.
Heathcliff glanced at me a glance that kept me from interfering
a moment. Catherine was too intent on his fingers to notice his
face. He opened them suddenly, and resigned the object of dispute;
but, ere she had well secured it, he seized her with the liberated
hand, and, pulling her on his knee, administered with the other
a shower of terrific slaps on the side of the head, each sufficient
to have fulfilled his threat, had she been able to fall.
At this diabolical violence I rushed on him furiously. `You villain!'
I began to cry, `you villain!' A touch on the chest silenced me:
I am stout, and soon put out of breath; and, what with that and
the rage, I staggered dizzily back, and felt ready to suffocate,
or to burst a blood vessel. The scene was over in two minutes; Catherine,
released, put her two hands to her temples, and looked just as if
she were not sure whether her ears were off or on. She trembled
like a reed, poor thing, and leant against the table perfectly bewildered.
`I know how to chastise children, you see,' said the scoundrel
grimly, as he stooped to repossess himself of the key, which had
dropped to the floor. `Go to Linton now, as I told you; and cry
at your ease! I shall be your father, tomorrow--all the father you'll
have in a few days--and you shall have plenty of that. You can bear
plenty; you're no weakling: you shall have a daily taste, if I catch
such a devil of a temper in your eyes again!'
Cathy ran to me instead of Linton, and knelt down and put her burning
cheek on my lap, weeping aloud. Her cousin had shrunk into a corner
of the settle, as quiet as a mouse, congratulating himself, I dare
say, that the correction had lighted on another than him. Mr Heathcliff,
perceiving us all confounded, rose, and expeditiously made the tea
himself. The cups and saucers were laid ready. He poured it out,
and handed me a cup.
`Wash away your spleen,' he said. `And help your own naughty pet
and mine. It is not poisoned, though I prepared it. I'm going out
to seek your horses.'
Our first thought, on his departure, was to force an exit somewhere.
We tried the kitchen door, but that was fastened outside: we looked
at the windows--they were too narrow for even Cathy's little figure.
`Master into,' I cried, seeing we were regularly imprisoned: `you
know what your diabolical father is after, and you shall tell us,
or I'll box your ears, as he has done your cousin's.'
`Yes, Linton, you must tell,' said Catherine. `It was for your
sake I came; and it will be wickedly ungrateful if you refuse.'
`Give me some tea, I'm thirsty, and then I'll tell you,' he answered.
`Mrs Dean, go away. I don't like you standing over me. Now, Catherine,
you are letting your tears fall into my cup. I won't drink that.
Give me another.'
Catherine pushed another to him, and wiped her face. I felt disgusted
at the little wretch's composure, since he was no longer in terror
for himself. The anguish he had exhibited on the moor subsided as
soon as ever he entered Wuthering Heights; so I guessed he had been
menaced with an awful visitation of wrath if he failed in decoying
us there; and, that accomplished, he had no further immediate fears.
`Papa wants us to be married,' he continued, after sipping some
of the liquid. `And he knows your papa wouldn't let us marry now;
and he's afraid of my dying, if we wait; so we are to be married
in the morning, and you are to stay here all night; and if you do
as he wishes, you shall return home next day, and take me with you.'
`Take you with her, pitiful changeling?' I exclaimed. `You marry?
Why, the man is mad; or he thinks us fools, every one. And do you
imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will
tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you! Are you cherishing
the notion that anybody, let alone Miss Catherine Linton, would
have you for a husband? You want whipping for bringing us in here
at all, with your dastardly puling tricks; and--don't look so silly,
now! I've a very good mind to shake you severely, for your contemptible
treachery, and your imbecile conceit.'
I did give him a slight shaking; but it brought on the cough, and
he took to his ordinary resource of moaning and weeping, and Catherine
rebuked me.
`Stay all night? No,' she said, looking slowly round. `Ellen, I'll
burn that door down, but I'll get out.'
And she would have commenced the execution of her threat directly,
but Linton was up in alarm for his dear self again. He clasped her
in his two feeble arms, sobbing:
`Won't you have me, and save me? not let me come to the Grange?
Oh! darling Catherine! you mustn't go and leave me, after all. You
must obey my father--you must!'
`I must obey my own,' she replied, `and relieve him from this cruel
suspense. The whole night! What would he think? he'll be distressed
already. I'll either break or burn a way out of the house. Be quiet!
You're in no danger; but if you hinder me--Linton, I love papa better
than you!'
The mortal terror he felt of Mr Heathcliff's anger, restored to
the boy his coward's eloquence. Catherine was near distraught: still,
she persisted that she must go home, and tried entreaty in her turn,
persuading him to subdue his selfish agony. While they were thus
occupied, our gaoler re-entered.
`Your beasts have trotted off,' he said, `and--now, Linton! snivelling
again? What has she been doing to you? Come, come--have done, and
get to bed. In a month or two, my lad, you'll be able to pay her
back her present tyrannies with a vigorous hand. You're pining for
pure love, are you not? nothing else in the world: and she shall
have you! There, to bed! Zillah won't be here tonight; you must
undress yourself. Hush! hold your noise! Once in your own room,
I'll not come near you: you needn't fear. By chance you've managed
tolerably. I'll look to the rest.'
He spoke these words, holding the door open for his son to pass;
and the latter achieved his exit exactly as a spaniel might, which
suspected the person who attended on it of designing a spiteful
squeeze. The lock was re-secured. Heathcliff approached the fire,
where my mistress and I stood silent. Catherine looked up, and instinctively
raised her hand to her cheek: his neighbourhood revived a painful
sensation. Anybody else would have been incapable of regarding the
childish act with sternness, but he scowled on her, and muttered:
`Oh! you are not afraid of me? Your courage is well disguised:
you seem damnably afraid!'
`I am afraid now,' she replied, `because, if I stay, papa will
be miserable; and how can I endure making him miserable;--when he--when
he--Mr Heathcliff, let me go home! I promise to marry Linton: papa
would like me to, and I love him--why should you wish to force me
to do what I'll willingly do of myself?'
`Let him dare to force you!' I cried. `There's law in the land,
thank God there is; though we be in an out-of-the-way place. I'd
inform if he were my own son: and it's felony without benefit of
clergy!'
`Silence!' said the ruffian. `To the devil with your clamour! I
don't want you to speak. Miss Linton, I shall enjoy myself remarkably
in thinking your father will be miserable: I shall not sleep for
satisfaction. You could have hit on no surer way of fixing your
residence under my roof for the next twenty-four hours, than informing
me that such an event would follow. As to your promise to marry
Linton, I'll take care you shall keep it; for you shall not quit
this place till it is fulfilled.'
`Send Ellen, then, to let papa know I'm safe!' exclaimed Catherine,
weeping bitterly. `Or marry me now. Poor papa! Ellen, he'll think
we're lost. What shall we do?'
`Not he! He'll think you are tired of waiting on him, and run off
for a little amusement,' answered Heathcliff. `You cannot deny that
you entered my house of your own accord, in contempt of his injunctions
to the contrary. And it is quite natural that you should desire
amusement at your age; arid that you would weary of nursing a sick
man, and that man only your father. Catherine, his happiest days
were over when your days began. He cursed you, I dare say, for coming
into the world (I did, at least); and it would just do if he cursed
you as he went out of it. I'd join him. I don't love you! How should
I? Weep away. As far as I can see, it will be your chief diversion
hereafter; unless Linton make amends for other losses: and your
provident parent appears to fancy he may. His letters of advice
and consolation entertained me vastly. In his last he recommended
my jewel to be careful of his; and kind to her when he got her.
Careful and kind--that's paternal. But Linton requires his whole
stock of care and kindness for himself. Linton can play the little
tyrant well. He'll undertake to torture any number of cats, if their
teeth be drawn and their claws pared. You'll be able to tell his
uncle fine tales of his kindness, when you get home again, I assure
you.'
`You're right there!' I said; `explain your son's character. Show
his resemblance to yourself; and then, I hope, Miss Cathy will think
twice before she takes the cockatrice!'
`I don't much mind speaking of his amiable qualities now,' he answered;
`because she must either accept him or remain a prisoner, and you
along with her, till your master dies. I can detain you both, quite
concealed, here. If you doubt, encourage her to retract her word,
and you'll have an opportunity of judging!'
`I'll not retract my word,' said Catherine. `I'll marry him within
this hour, if I may go to Thrushcross Grange afterwards. Mr Heathcliff,
you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't, from
mere malice, destroy irrevocably all my happiness. If papa thought
I had left him on purpose, and if he died before I returned, could
I bear to live? I've given over crying: but I'm going to kneel here,
at your knee; and I'll not get up, and I'll not take my eyes from
your face till you look back at me! No, don't turn away! do look!
You'll see nothing to provoke you. I don't hate you. I'm not angry
that you struck me. Have you never loved anybody in all your life,
uncle? never? Ah! you must look once. I'm so wretched, you can't
help being sorry and pitying me.'
`Keep your eft's fingers off; and move, or I'll kick you!' cried
Heathcliff, brutally repulsing her. `I'd rather be hugged by a snake.
How the devil can you dream of fawning on me? I detest you!'
He shrugged his shoulders: shook himself, indeed, as if his flesh
crept with aversion; and thrust back his chair; while I got up,
and opened my mouth, to commence a downright torrent of abuse. But
I was rendered dumb in the middle of the first sentence, by a threat
that I should be shown into a room by myself the very next syllable
I uttered. It was growing dark--we heard a sound of voices at the
garden gate. Our host hurried out instantly: he had his wits about
him; we had not. There was a talk of two or three minutes, and he
returned alone.
`I thought it had been your cousin Hareton,' I observed to Catherine.
`I wish he would arrive! Who knows but he might take our part?'
`It was three servants sent to seek you from the Grange,' said
Heathcliff, overhearing me. `You should have opened a lattice and
called out: but I could swear that chit is glad you didn't. She's
glad to be obliged to stay, I'm certain.'
At learning the chance we had missed, we both gave vent to our
grief without control; and he allowed us to wail on till nine o'clock.
Then he bid us go upstairs, through the kitchen, to Zillah's chamber;
and I whispered my companion to obey: perhaps we might contrive
to get through the window there, or into a garret, and out by its
skylight. The window, however, was narrow, like those below, and
the garret trap was safe from our attempts; for we were fastened
in as before. We neither of us lay down: Catherine took her station
by the lattice, and watched anxiously for morning; a deep sigh being
the only answer I could obtain to my frequent entreaties that she
would try to rest. I seated myself in a chair, and rocked to and
fro, passing harsh judgment on my many derelictions of duty; from
which, it struck me then, all the misfortunes of all my employers
sprang. It was not the case, in reality, I am aware; but it was,
in my imagination, that dismal night; and I thought Heathcliff himself
less guilty than I.
At seven o'clock he came, and inquired if Miss Linton had risen.
She ran to the door immediately, and answered, `Yes.' `Here, then,'
he said, opening it, and pulling her out I rose to follow, but he
turned the lock again. I demanded my release.
`Be patient,' he replied; `I'll send up your breakfast in a while.'
I thumped on the panels, and rattled the latch angrily; and Catherine
asked why I was still shut up? He answered, I must try to endure
it another hour, and they went away. I endured it two or three hours;
at length, I heard a footstep: not Heathcliff's.
`I've brought you something to eat,' said a voice; `oppen t door!'
Complying eagerly, I beheld Hareton, laden with food enough to
last me all day.
`Tak it,' he added, thrusting the tray into my hand.
`Stay one minute,' I began.
`Nay,' cried he, and retired, regardless of any prayers I could
pour forth to detain him.
And there I remained enclosed the whole day, and the whole of the
next night; and another, and another. Five nights and four days
I remained, altogether, seeing nobody but Hareton, once every morning;
and he was a model of a jailer: surly, and dumb, and deaf to every
attempt at moving his sense of justice or compassion.
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