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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
!
Another
week
over
--
and
I
am
so
many
days
nearer
health
,
and
spring
!
I
have
now
heard
all
my
neighbour
's
history
,
at
different
sittings
,
as
the
housekeeper
could
spare
time
from
more
important
occupations
.
I
'll
continue
it
in
her
own
words
,
only
a
little
condensed
.
She
is
,
on
the
whole
,
a
very
fair
narrator
,
and
I
do
n't
think
I
could
improve
her
style
.
In
the
evening
,
she
said
,
the
evening
of
my
visit
to
the
Heights
,
I
knew
,
as
well
as
if
I
saw
him
,
that
Mr.
Heathcliff
was
about
the
place
;
and
I
shunned
going
out
,
because
I
still
carried
his
letter
in
my
pocket
,
and
did
n't
want
to
be
threatened
or
teased
any
more
.
I
had
made
up
my
mind
not
to
give
it
till
my
master
went
somewhere
,
as
I
could
not
guess
how
its
receipt
would
affect
Catherine
.
The
consequence
was
,
that
it
did
not
reach
her
before
the
lapse
of
three
days
.
The
fourth
was
Sunday
,
and
I
brought
it
into
her
room
after
the
family
were
gone
to
church
.
There
was
a
man-servant
left
to
keep
the
house
with
me
,
and
we
generally
made
a
practice
of
locking
the
doors
during
the
hours
of
service
;
but
on
that
occasion
the
weather
was
so
warm
and
pleasant
that
I
set
them
wide
open
,
and
,
to
fulfil
my
engagement
,
as
I
knew
who
would
be
coming
,
I
told
my
companion
that
the
mistress
wished
very
much
for
some
oranges
,
and
he
must
run
over
to
the
village
and
get
a
few
,
to
be
paid
for
on
the
morrow
.
He
departed
,
and
I
went
upstairs
.
Mrs.
Linton
sat
in
a
loose
,
white
dress
,
with
a
light
shawl
over
her
shoulders
,
in
the
recess
of
the
open
window
,
as
usual
.
Her
thick
,
long
hair
had
been
partly
removed
at
the
beginning
of
her
illness
,
and
now
she
wore
it
simply
combed
in
its
natural
tresses
over
her
temples
and
neck
.
Her
appearance
was
altered
,
as
I
had
told
Heathcliff
;
but
when
she
was
calm
,
there
seemed
unearthly
beauty
in
the
change
.
The
flash
of
her
eyes
had
been
succeeded
by
a
dreamy
and
melancholy
softness
;
they
no
longer
gave
the
impression
of
looking
at
the
objects
around
her
:
they
appeared
always
to
gaze
beyond
,
and
far
beyond
--
you
would
have
said
out
of
this
world
.
Then
the
paleness
of
her
face
--
its
haggard
aspect
having
vanished
as
she
recovered
flesh
--
and
the
peculiar
expression
arising
from
her
mental
state
,
though
painfully
suggestive
of
their
causes
,
added
to
the
touching
interest
which
she
awakened
;
and
--
invariably
to
me
,
I
know
,
and
to
any
person
who
saw
her
,
I
should
think
--
refuted
more
tangible
proofs
of
convalescence
,
and
stamped
her
as
one
doomed
to
decay
.
A
book
lay
spread
on
the
sill
before
her
,
and
the
scarcely
perceptible
wind
fluttered
its
leaves
at
intervals
.
I
believe
Linton
had
laid
it
there
:
for
she
never
endeavoured
to
divert
herself
with
reading
,
or
occupation
of
any
kind
,
and
he
would
spend
many
an
hour
in
trying
to
entice
her
attention
to
some
subject
which
had
formerly
been
her
amusement
.
She
was
conscious
of
his
aim
,
and
in
her
better
moods
endured
his
efforts
placidly
,
only
showing
their
uselessness
by
now
and
then
suppressing
a
wearied
sigh
,
and
checking
him
at
last
with
the
saddest
of
smiles
and
kisses
.
At
other
times
,
she
would
turn
petulantly
away
,
and
hide
her
face
in
her
hands
,
or
even
push
him
off
angrily
;
and
then
he
took
care
to
let
her
alone
,
for
he
was
certain
of
doing
no
good
.
Gimmerton
chapel
bells
were
still
ringing
;
and
the
full
,
mellow
flow
of
the
beck
in
the
valley
came
soothingly
on
the
ear
.
It
was
a
sweet
substitute
for
the
yet
absent
murmur
of
the
summer
foliage
,
which
drowned
that
music
about
the
Grange
when
the
trees
were
in
leaf
.
At
Wuthering
Heights
it
always
sounded
on
quiet
days
following
a
great
thaw
or
a
season
of
steady
rain
.
And
of
Wuthering
Heights
Catherine
was
thinking
as
she
listened
:
that
is
,
if
she
thought
or
listened
at
all
;
but
she
had
the
vague
,
distant
look
I
mentioned
before
,
which
expressed
no
recognition
of
material
things
either
by
ear
or
eye
.
