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"
But
I
'll
have
it
,
"
he
said
,
"
when
I
want
it
.
They
may
reckon
on
that
!
"
Fortunately
,
its
mother
died
before
the
time
arrived
;
some
thirteen
years
after
the
decease
of
Catherine
,
when
Linton
was
twelve
,
or
a
little
more
.
On
the
day
succeeding
Isabella
's
unexpected
visit
,
I
had
no
opportunity
of
speaking
to
my
master
:
he
shunned
conversation
,
and
was
fit
for
discussing
nothing
.
When
I
could
get
him
to
listen
,
I
saw
it
pleased
him
that
his
sister
had
left
her
husband
;
whom
he
abhorred
with
an
intensity
which
the
mildness
of
his
nature
would
scarcely
seem
to
allow
.
So
deep
and
sensitive
was
his
aversion
,
that
he
refrained
from
going
anywhere
where
he
was
likely
to
see
or
hear
of
Heathcliff
.
Grief
,
and
that
together
,
transformed
him
into
a
complete
hermit
:
he
threw
up
his
office
of
magistrate
,
ceased
even
to
attend
church
,
avoided
the
village
on
all
occasions
,
and
spent
a
life
of
entire
seclusion
within
the
limits
of
his
park
and
grounds
;
only
varied
by
solitary
rambles
on
the
moors
,
and
visits
to
the
grave
of
his
wife
,
mostly
at
evening
,
or
early
morning
before
other
wanderers
were
abroad
.
But
he
was
too
good
to
be
thoroughly
unhappy
long
.
He
did
n't
pray
for
Catherine
's
soul
to
haunt
him
.
Time
brought
resignation
,
and
a
melancholy
sweeter
than
common
joy
.
He
recalled
her
memory
with
ardent
,
tender
love
,
and
hopeful
aspiring
to
the
better
world
;
where
he
doubted
not
she
was
gone
.
And
he
had
earthly
consolation
and
affections
also
.
For
a
few
days
I
said
he
seemed
regardless
of
the
puny
successor
to
the
departed
:
the
coldness
melted
as
fast
as
snow
in
April
,
and
ere
the
tiny
thing
could
stammer
a
word
or
totter
a
step
it
wielded
a
despot
's
sceptre
in
his
heart
.
It
was
named
Catherine
;
but
he
never
called
it
the
name
in
full
,
as
he
had
never
called
the
first
Catherine
short
;
probably
because
Heathcliff
had
a
habit
of
doing
so
.
The
little
one
was
always
Cathy
;
it
formed
to
him
a
distinction
from
the
mother
,
and
yet
a
connection
with
her
;
and
his
attachment
sprang
from
its
relation
to
her
,
far
more
than
from
its
being
his
own
.
I
used
to
draw
a
comparison
between
him
and
Hindley
Earnshaw
,
and
perplex
myself
to
explain
satisfactorily
why
their
conduct
was
so
opposite
in
similar
circumstances
.
They
had
both
been
fond
husbands
,
and
were
both
attached
to
their
children
;
and
I
could
not
see
how
they
should
n't
both
have
taken
the
same
road
,
for
good
or
evil
.
But
,
I
thought
in
my
mind
.
Hindley
,
with
apparently
the
stronger
head
,
has
shown
himself
sadly
the
worse
and
the
weaker
man
.
When
his
ship
struck
,
the
captain
abandoned
his
post
;
and
the
crew
,
instead
of
trying
to
save
her
,
rushed
into
riot
and
confusion
,
leaving
no
hope
for
their
luckless
vessel
.
Linton
,
on
the
contrary
,
displayed
the
true
courage
of
a
loyal
and
faithful
soul
:
he
trusted
God
;
and
God
comforted
him
.
One
hoped
,
and
the
other
despaired
:
they
chose
their
own
lots
,
and
were
righteously
doomed
to
endure
them
.
But
you
'll
not
want
to
hear
my
moralising
,
Mr.
Lockwood
:
you
'll
judge
as
well
as
I
can
,
all
these
things
:
at
least
,
you
'll
think
you
will
,
and
that
's
the
same
.
The
end
of
Earnshaw
was
what
might
have
been
expected
;
it
followed
fast
on
his
sister
's
:
there
was
scarcely
six
months
between
them
.
We
,
at
the
Grange
,
never
got
a
very
succinct
account
of
his
state
preceding
it
;
all
that
I
did
learn
,
was
on
occasion
of
going
to
aid
in
the
preparations
for
the
funeral
.
Mr.
Kenneth
came
to
announce
the
event
to
my
master
.
"
Well
,
Nelly
,
"
said
he
,
riding
into
the
yard
one
morning
,
too
early
not
to
alarm
me
with
an
instant
presentiment
of
bad
news
,
"
it
's
yours
and
my
turn
to
go
into
mourning
at
present
.
Who
's
given
us
the
slip
now
,
do
you
think
?
"
"
Who
?
"
I
asked
in
a
flurry
.
"
Why
,
guess
!
"
he
returned
,
dismounting
,
and
slinging
his
bridle
on
a
hook
by
the
door
.
