why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure Ishould be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.Open the window again wide: fasten it open! Quick, why don't you move?'
`Because I won't give you your death of cold,' I answered.
`You won't give me a chance of life, you mean,' she said sullenly.
`However, I'm not helpless, yet: I'll open it myself.'
And sliding from the bed before I could hinder her, she crossed the room, walking very uncertainly, threw it back, and bent out, careless of the frosty air that cut about her shoulders as keen as a knife.I entreated, and finally attempted to force her to retire.But I soon found her delirious strength much surpassed mine (she was delirious, I became convinced by her subsequent actions and ravings).There was no moon, and everything beneath lay in misty darkness: not a light gleamed from any house, far or near--all had been extinguished long ago; and those at Wuthering Heights were never visible--still she asserted she caught their shining.
`Look!' she cried eagerly, `that's my room with the candle in it, and the trees swaying before it: and the other candle is in Joseph's garret.Joseph sits up late, doesn't he? He's waiting till I come home that he may lock the gate.Well, he'll wait a while yet.It's a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk, to go that journey! We've braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come.But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you.I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me.I never will!'
She paused, and resumed with a strange smile.`He's considering--he'd rather I'd come to him! Find a way, then! not through that kirkyard.You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!'
Perceiving it vain to argue against her insanity, I was planning how I could reach something to wrap about her, without quitting my hold of herself (for I could not trust her alone by the gaping lattice), when, to my consternation, I heard the rattle of the door handle, and Mr Linton entered.He had only then come from the library; and, in passing through the lobby, had noticed our talking and been attracted by curiosity, or fear, to examine what it signified, at that late hour.
`Oh, sir!' I cried, checking the exclamation risen to his lips at the sight which met him, and the bleak atmosphere of the chamber.`My poor mistress is ill, and she quite masters me: I cannot manage her at all; pray, come and persuade her to go to bed.Forget your anger, for she's hard to guide any way but her own.'
`Catherine ill?' he said, hastening to us.`Shut the window, Ellen!
Catherine! why--
He was silent.The haggardness of Mrs Linton's appearance smote him speechless, and he could only glance from her to me in horrified astonishment.
`She's been fretting here,' I continued, `and eating scarcely anything, and never complaining; she would admit none of us till this evening, and so we couldn't inform you of her state as we were not aware of it ourselves;but it is nothing.'
I felt I uttered my explanations awkwardly; the master frowned.
`It is nothing, is it, Ellen Dean?' he said sternly.`You shall account more clearly for keeping me ignorant of this!' And he took his wife in his arms, and looked at her with anguish.
At first she gave him no glance of recognition; he was invisible to her abstracted gaze.The delirium was not fixed, however; having weaned her eyes from contemplating the outer darkness, by degrees she centred her attention on him, and discovered who it was that held her.
`Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?' she said, with angry animation.`You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now--I see we shall--but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my resting-place, where I'm bound before spring is over!
There it is: not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel roof, but in the open air, with a headstone; and you may please yourself, whether you go to them or come to me!'
`Catherine, what have you done?' commenced the master.`Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch Heath--'
`Hush!' cried Mrs Linton.`Hush, this moment! You mention that name and I end the matter instantly, by a spring from the window! What you touch at present you may have; but my soul will be on that hill top before you lay hands on me again.I don't want you, Edgar: I'm past wanting you.Return to your books.I'm glad you possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone.'
`Her mind wanders, sir,' I interposed.`She has been talking nonsense the whole evening; but let her have quiet, and proper attendance, and she'll rally.Hereafter, we must be cautious how we vex her.'
`I desire no further advice from you,' answered Mr Linton.`You know your mistress's nature, and you encouraged me to harass her.And not to give me one hint of how she has been these three days! It was heartless!
Months of sickness could not cause such a change!'
I began to defend myself, thinking it too bad to be blamed for another's wicked waywardness.`I knew Mrs Linton's nature to be headstrong and domineering,' cried I; `but I didn't know that you wished to foster her fierce temper! I didn't know that, to humour her, I should wink at Mr Heathcliff.I performed the duty of a faithful servant in telling you, and I have got a faithful servant's wages! Well, it will teach me to be careful next time.Next time you may gather intelligence for yourself!'
`The next time you bring a tale to me, you shall quit my service, Ellen Dean,' he replied.
`You'd rather hear nothing about it, I suppose, then, Mr Linton?'
said I.`Heathcliff has your permission to come a courting to miss, and to drop in at every opportunity your absence offers, on purpose to poison the mistress against you?'
