As soon as I had perused this epistle, I went to the master, and informed
him that his sister had arrived at the Heights, and sent me a letter expressing
her sorrow for Mrs Linton's situation, and her ardent desire to see him;
with a wish that he would transmit to her, as early as possible, some token
of forgiveness by me.
`Forgiveness!' said Linton. `I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen.
You may call at Wuthering Heights this afternoon, if you like, and say
that I am not angry, but I'm sorry to have lost her; especially
as I can never think she'll be happy. It is out of the question my going
to see her, however: we are eternally divided; and should she really wish
to oblige me, let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the
country.'
`And you won't write her a little note, sir?' I asked imploringly.
`No,' he answered. `It is needless. My communication with Heathcliff's
family shall be as sparing as his with mine. It shall not exist!'
Mr Edgar's coldness depressed me exceedingly; and all the way
from the Grange I puzzled my brains how to put more heart into what he
said, when I repeated it; and how to soften his refusal of even a few lines
to console Isabella. I dare say she had been on the watch for me since
morning: I saw her looking through the lattice, as I came up the garden
causeway, and I nodded to her; but she drew back, as if afraid of being
observed. I entered without knocking. There never was such a dreary, dismal
scene as the formerly cheerful house presented! I must confess, that if
I had been in the young lady's place, I would, at least, have swept the
hearth, and wiped the tables with a duster. But she already partook of
the pervading spirit of neglect which encompassed her. Her pretty face
was wan and listless; her hair uncurled: some locks hanging lankly down,
and some carelessly twisted round her head. Probably she had not touched
her dress since yester evening. Hindley was not there. Mr Heathcliff sat
at a table, turning over some papers in his pocket-book; but he rose when
I appeared, asked me how I did, quite friendly, and offered me a chair.
He was the only thing there that seemed decent: and I thought he never
looked better. So much had circumstances altered their positions, that
he would certainly have struck a stranger as a born and bred gentleman;
and his wife as a thorough little slattern! She came forward eagerly to
greet me; and held out one hand to take the expected letter. I shook my
head. She wouldn't understand the hint, but followed me to a sideboard,
where I went to lay my bonnet, and importuned me in a whisper to give her
directly what I had brought. Heathcliff guessed the meaning of her manoeuvres,
and said:
`If you have got anything for Isabella (as no doubt you have,
Nelly), give it to her. You needn't make a secret of it! we have no secrets
between us.'
`Oh, I have nothing,' I replied, thinking it best to speak the
truth at once. `My master bid me tell his sister that she must not expect
either a letter or a visit from him at present. He sends his love, ma'am,
and his wishes for your happiness, and his pardon for the grief you have
occasioned; but he thinks that after this time, his household and the household
here should drop intercommunication, as nothing good could come of keeping
it up.'
Mrs Heathcliff's lip quivered slightly, and she returned to her
seat in the window. Her husband took his stand on the hearthstone, near
me, and began to put questions concerning Catherine. I told him as much
as I thought proper of her illness, and he extorted from me, by cross-examination,
most of the facts connected with its origin. I blamed her, as she deserved,
for bringing it all on herself; and ended by hoping that he would follow
Mr Linton's example and avoid future interference with his family, for
good or evil.
`Mrs Linton is now just recovering,' I said; `she'll never be
like she was, but her life is spared; and if you really have a regard for
her, you'll shun crossing her way again: nay, you'll move out of this country
entirely; and that you may not regret it, I'll inform you Catherine Linton
is as different now from your old friend Catherine Earnshaw, as that young
lady is different from me. Her appearance is changed greatly, her character
much more so; and the person who is compelled, of necessity, to be her
companion, will only sustain his affection hereafter by the remembrance
of what she once was, by common humanity, and a sense of duty!'
`That is quite possible,' remarked Heathcliff, forcing himself
to seem calm: `quite possible that your master should have nothing but
common humanity and a sense of duty to fall back upon. But do you imagine
that I shall leave Catherine to his duty and humanity? and
can you compare my feelings respecting Catherine to his? Before you leave
this house, I must exact a promise from you, that you'll get me an interview
with her: consent or refuse, I will see her! What do you say?'
`I say, Mr Heathcliff,' I replied, `you must not: you never shall,
through my means. Another encounter between you and the master would kill
her altogether.'
`With your aid, that may be avoided,' he continued; `and should
there be danger of such an event--should he be the cause of adding a single
trouble more to her existence--why, I think I shall be justified in going
to extremes! I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine
would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me.
And there you see the distinctions between our feelings: had he been in
my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my
life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look
incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society
as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have
torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then--if you don't believe
me, you don't know me--till then, I would have died by inches before I
touched a single hair of his head!'
`And yet,' I interrupted, `you have no scruples in completely
ruining all hopes of her perfect restoration, by thrusting yourself into
her remembrance now, when she has nearly forgotten you, and involving her
in a new tumult of discord and distress.'
`You suppose she has nearly forgotten me?' he said. `Oh, Nelly!
you know she has not! You know as well as I do, that for every thought
she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me! At a most miserable
period of my life, I had a notion of the kind: it haunted me on my return
to the neighbourhood last summer; but only her own assurance could make
me admit the horrible idea again. And then, Linton would be nothing, nor
Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Two words would comprehend
my future--death and hell: existence, after losing her, would
be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's
attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the powers of his puny
being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And
Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained
in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him! Tush!
He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is
not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?'
`Catherine and Edgar are as fond of each other as any two people
can be,' cried Isabella, with sudden vivacity. `No one has a right to talk
in that manner, and I won't hear my brother depreciated in silence!'
`Your brother is wondrous fond of you too, isn't he?' observed
Heathcliff scornfully. `He turns you adrift on the world with surprising
alacrity.'
`He is not aware of what I suffer,' she replied. `I didn't tell
him that.
`You have been telling him something, then: you have written,
have you?'
`To say that I was married, I did write--you saw the note. `And
nothing since?'
`No.'
`My young lady is looking sadly the worse for her change of condition,'
I remarked. `Somebody's love comes short in her case, obviously: whose,
I may guess; but, perhaps, I shouldn't say.'
`I should guess it was her own,' said Heathcliff. `She degenerates
into a mere slut! She is tired of trying to please me uncommonly early.
You'd hardly credit it, but the very morrow of our wedding, she was weeping
to go home. However, she'll suit this house so much the better for not
being over nice, and I'll take care she does not disgrace me by rambling
abroad.'
`Well, sir,' returned I, `I hope you'll consider that Mrs Heathcliff
is accustomed to be looked after and waited on; and that she has been brought
up like an only daughter, whom everyone was ready to serve. You must let
her have a maid to keep things tidy about her, and you must treat her kindly.
Whatever be your notion of Mr Edgar, you cannot doubt that she has a capacity
for strong attachments, or she wouldn't have abandoned the elegances, and
comforts, and friends of her former home, to fix contentedly, in such a
wilderness as this, with you.'
`She abandoned them under a delusion,' he answered; `picturing
in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous
devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature,
so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character
and acting on the false impressions she cherished. But, at last, I think
she begins to know me: I don't perceive the silly smiles and grimaces that
provoked me at first; and the senseless incapability of discerning that
I was in earnest when I gave her my opinion of her infatuation and herself.
It was a marvellous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love
her. I believed, at one time, no lessons could teach her that! And yet
it is poorly learnt; for this morning she announced, as a piece of appalling
intelligence, that I had actually succeeded in making her hate me! A positive
labour of Hercules, I assure you! If it be achieved, I have cause to return
thanks. Can I trust your assertion, Isabella? Are you sure you hate me?
If I let you alone for half a day, won't you come sighing and wheedling
to me again? I dare say she would rather I had seemed all tenderness before
you: it wounds her vanity to have the truth exposed. But I don't care who
knows that the passion was wholly on one side; and I never told her a lie
about it. She cannot accuse me of showing a bit of deceitful softness.
The first thing she saw me do, on coming out of the Grange, was to hang
up her little dog; and when she pleaded for it, the first words I uttered
were a wish that I had the hanging of every being belonging to her, except
one: possibly she took that exception for herself. But no brutality disgusted
her: I suppose she has an innate admiration of it, if only her precious
person were secure from injury! Now, was it not the depth of absurdity--of
genuine idiocy, for that pitiful, slavish, mean-minded brach to dream that
I could love her? Tell your master, Nelly, that I never, in all my life,
met with such an abject thing as she is. She even disgraces the name of
Linton; and I've sometimes relented, from pure lack of invention, in my
experiments on what she could endure, and still creep shamefully cringing
back! But tell him, also, to set his fraternal and magisterial heart at
ease: that I keep strictly within the limits of the law. I have avoided,
up to this period, giving her the slightest right to claim a separation;
and, what's more, she'd thank nobody for dividing us. If she desired to
go, she might: the nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification
to be derived from tormenting her!'
`Mr Heathcliff,' said I, `this is the talk of a madman, and your
wife, most likely, is convinced you are mad; and, for that reason, she
has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go, she'll doubtless
avail herself of the permission. You are not so bewitched, ma'am, are you,
as to remain with him of your own accord?'
`Take care, Ellen!' answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully;
there was no misdoubting by their expression the full success of her partner's
endeavours to make himself detested. `Don't put faith in a single word
he speaks. He's a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being! I've been
told I might leave him before; and I've made the attempt, but I dare not
repeat it! Only, Ellen, promise you'll not mention a syllable of his infamous
conversation to my brother or Catherine. Whatever he may pretend, he wishes
to provoke Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to
obtain power over him; and he shan't obtain it--I'll die first! I just
hope, I pray, that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me! The
single pleasure I can imagine is to die or see him dead!'
`There--that will do for the present!' said Heathcliff. `If you
are called upon in a court of law, you'll remember her language, Nelly!
And take a good look at that countenance: she's near the point which would
suit me. No; you're not fit to be your own guardian, Isabella, now; and
I, being your legal protector, must detain you in my custody, however distasteful
the obligation may be. Go upstairs; I have something to say to Ellen Dean
in private. That's not the way: upstairs, I tell you! Why, this is the
road upstairs, child!'
He seized, and thrust her from the room: and returned muttering:
`I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the
more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I
grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.'
`Do you understand what the word pity means?' I said, hastening
to resume my bonnet. `Did you ever feel a touch of it in your life?'
`Put that down!' he interrupted, perceiving my intention to depart.
`You are not going yet. Come here now, Nelly: I must either persuade or
compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine, and
that without delay. I swear that I meditate no harm: I don't desire to
cause any disturbance, or to exasperate or insult Mr Linton; I only wish
to hear from herself how she is, and why she has been ill; and to ask if
anything that I could do would be of use to her. Last night, I was in the
Grange garden six hours, and I'll return there tonight; and every night
I'll haunt the place, and every day, till I find an opportunity of entering.
If Edgar Linton meets me, I shall not hesitate to knock him down, and give
him enough to insure his quiescence while I stay. If his servants oppose
me, I shall threaten them off with these pistols. But wouldn't it be better
to prevent my coming in contact with them, or their master? And you could
do it so easily. I'd warn you when I came, and then you might let me in
unobserved, as soon as she was alone, and watch till I departed, your conscience
quite calm: you would be hindering mischief.'
I protested against playing that treacherous part in my employer's
house: and, besides, I urged the cruelty and selfishness of his destroying
Mrs Linton's tranquillity for his satisfaction. `The commonest occurrence
startles her painfully,' I said. `She's all nerves, and she couldn't bear
the surprise, I'm positive. Don't persist, sir! or else, I shall be obliged
to inform my master of your designs; and he'll take measures to secure
his house and its inmates from any such unwarrantable intrusions!'
`In that case, I'll take measures to secure you, woman!' exclaimed
Heathcliff; `you shall not leave Wuthering Heights till tomorrow morning.
It is a foolish story to assert that Catherine could not bear to see me;
and as to surprising her, I don't desire it: you must prepare her ask her
if I may come. You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never
mentioned to her. To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic
in the house? She thinks you are all spies for her husband. Oh, I've no
doubt she's in hell among you! I guess by her silence, as much as anything,
what she feels. You say she is often restless, and anxious-looking; is
that a proof of tranquillity? You talk of her mind being unsettled. How
the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation? And that insipid,
paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From
pity and charity! He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot,
and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the
soil of his shallow cares! Let us settle it at once: will you stay here,
and am I to fight my way to Catherine over Linton and his footmen? Or will
you be my friend as you have been hitherto, and do what I request? Decide!
cause there is no reason for my lingering another minute, if you persist
in your stubborn ill-nature!'
Well, Mr Lockwood, I argued and complained, and flatly refused
him fifty times; but in the long run he forced me to an agreement. I engaged
to carry a letter from him to my mistress; and should she consent, I promised
to let him have intelligence of Linton's next absence from home, when he
might come, and get in as he was able: I wouldn't be there, and my fellow-servants
should be equally out of the way. Was it right or wrong? I fear it was
wrong, though expedient. I thought I prevented another explosion by my
compliance; and I thought, too, it might create a favourable crisis in
Catherine's mental illness: and then I remembered Mr Edgar's stern rebuke
of my carrying tales; and I tried to smooth away all disquietude on the
subject, by affirming, with frequent iteration, that that betrayal of trust,
if it merited so harsh an appellation, should be the last. Notwithstanding,
my journey homeward was sadder than my journey thither; and many misgivings
I had, ere I could prevail on myself to put the missive into Mrs Linton's
hand.
But here is Kenneth; I'll go down, and tell him how much better
you are. My history is dree, as we say, and will serve to while
away another morning.
Dree, and dreary! I reflected as the good woman descended to receive
the doctor; and not exactly of the kind which I should have chosen to amuse
me. But never mind! I'll extract wholesome medicines from Mrs Dean's bitter
herbs; and firstly, let me beware the fascination that lurks in Catherine
Heathcliff's brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered
my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second edition
of the mother!
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