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CHAPTER XIV
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 daresay 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 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 distinction 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 monopolised by him.
***!
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 ***! 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 every one 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 elegancies, 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 daresay 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 one 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 idiotcy, 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; 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 sha'n'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 to 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 retain you in my custody, however distasteful the obligation may be.
Go up-stairs; I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private.
That's not the way: up-stairs, 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 to-night; 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 to- morrow 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 flower- pot, 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 footman? Or will you be my friend, as you have been
hitherto, and do what I request?
Decide! because 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 of 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.