`Nobody', said Zillah, `ever approached her door, except that once, but I; and nobody asked anything about her.The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon.She had cried out, when I carried up her dinner, that she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold: and I told her the master was going to Thrushcross Grange, and Earnshaw and I needn't hinder her from descending; so, as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off, she made her appearance donned in black, and her yellow curls combed back behind her ears as plain as a Quaker:
she couldn't comb them out.
`Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays'; the kirk, you know, has no minister now, explained Mrs Dean; and they call the Methodists'
or Baptists' place (I can't say which it is), at Gimmerton, a chapel.`Joseph had gone,' she continued, `but I thought proper to bide at home.Young folks are always the better for an elder's overlooking; and Hareton, with all his bashfulness, isn't a model of nice behaviour.I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us, and she had been always used to see the Sabbath respected; so he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone, while she stayed.He coloured up at the news, and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes.The train-oil and gunpowder were shoved out of sight in a minute.I saw he meant to give her his company;and I guessed, by his way, he wanted to be presentable; so, laughing, as I durst not laugh when the master is by, I offered to help him, if he would, and joked at his confusion.He grew sullen, and began to swear.
`Now, Mrs Dean,' Zillah went on, seeing me not pleased by her manner, `you happen think your young lady too fine for Mr Hareton; and happen you're right: but I own I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower.And what will all her learning and her daintiness do for her, now? She's as poor as you or I: poorer I'll be bound: you're saving, and I'm doing my little all that road.'?Hareton allowed Zillah to give him her aid; and she flattered him into a good humour: so, when Catherine came, half forgetting her former insults, he tried to make himself agreeable, by the housekeeper's account.
`Missis walked in', she said, `as chill as an icicle, and as high as a princess.I got up and offered her my seat in the armchair.No, she turned up her nose at my civility.Earnshaw rose, too, and bid her come to the settle, and sit close by the fire: he was sure she was starved.
`"I've been starved a month and more," she answered, resting on the word as scornful as she could.
`And she got a chair for herself, and placed it at a distance from both of us.Having sat till she was warm, she began to look round, and discovered a number of books in the dresser; she was instantly upon her feet again, stretching to reach them: but they were too high up.Her cousin, after watching her endeavours a while, at last summoned courage to help her; she held her frock, and he filled it with the first that came to hand.
`That was a great advance for the lad.She didn't thank him; still, he felt gratified that she had accepted his assistance, and ventured to stand behind as she examined them, and even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy in certain old pictures which they contained; nor was he daunted by the saucy style in which she jerked the page from his finger:
