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He
watched
the
couple
walking
past
the
window
.
Earnshaw
had
his
countenance
completely
averted
from
his
companion
.
He
seemed
studying
the
familiar
landscape
with
a
stranger
's
and
an
artist
's
interest
.
Catherine
took
a
sly
look
at
him
,
expressing
small
admiration
.
She
then
turned
her
attention
to
seeking
out
objects
of
amusement
for
herself
,
and
tripped
merrily
on
,
lilting
a
tune
to
supply
the
lack
of
conversation
.
"
I
've
tied
his
tongue
,
"
observed
Heathcliff
.
"
He
'll
not
venture
a
single
syllable
,
all
the
time
!
Nelly
,
you
recollect
me
at
his
age
--
nay
,
some
years
younger
.
Did
I
ever
look
so
stupid
,
so
'
gaumless
,
'
as
Joseph
calls
it
?
"
"
Worse
,
"
I
replied
,
"
because
more
sullen
with
it
.
"
"
I
've
a
pleasure
in
him
,
"
he
continued
,
reflecting
aloud
.
"
He
has
satisfied
my
expectations
.
If
he
were
a
born
fool
I
should
not
enjoy
it
half
so
much
.
But
he
's
no
fool
;
and
I
can
sympathise
with
all
his
feelings
,
having
felt
them
myself
.
I
know
what
he
suffers
now
,
for
instance
,
exactly
:
it
is
merely
a
beginning
of
what
he
shall
suffer
,
though
.
And
he
'll
never
be
able
to
emerge
from
his
bathos
of
coarseness
and
ignorance
.
I
've
got
him
faster
than
his
scoundrel
of
a
father
secured
me
,
and
lower
;
for
he
takes
pride
in
his
brutishness
.
I
've
taught
him
to
scorn
everything
extra-animal
as
silly
and
weak
.
Do
n't
you
think
Hindley
would
be
proud
of
his
son
,
if
he
could
see
him
?
almost
as
proud
as
I
am
of
mine
.
But
there
's
this
difference
;
one
is
gold
put
to
the
use
of
paving-stones
,
and
the
other
is
tin
polished
to
ape
a
service
of
silver
.
Mine
has
nothing
valuable
about
it
;
yet
I
shall
have
the
merit
of
making
it
go
as
far
as
such
poor
stuff
can
go
.
His
had
first-rate
qualities
,
and
they
are
lost
:
rendered
worse
than
unavailing
.
I
have
nothing
to
regret
;
He
would
have
more
than
any
but
I
are
aware
of
.
And
the
best
of
it
is
,
Hareton
is
damnably
fond
of
me
!
You
'll
own
that
I
've
outmatched
Hindley
there
.
If
the
dead
villain
could
rise
from
his
grave
to
abuse
me
for
his
offspring
's
wrongs
,
I
should
have
the
fun
of
seeing
the
said
offspring
fight
him
back
again
,
indignant
that
he
should
dare
to
rail
at
the
one
friend
he
has
in
the
world
!
"
Heathcliff
chuckled
a
fiendish
laugh
at
the
idea
.
I
made
no
reply
,
because
I
saw
that
he
expected
none
.
Meantime
,
our
young
companion
,
who
sat
too
removed
from
us
to
hear
what
was
said
,
began
to
evince
symptoms
of
uneasiness
,
probably
repenting
that
he
had
denied
himself
the
treat
of
Catherine
's
society
for
fear
of
a
little
fatigue
.
His
father
remarked
the
restless
glances
wandering
to
the
window
,
and
the
hand
irresolutely
extended
towards
his
cap
.
"
Get
up
,
you
idle
boy
!
"
he
exclaimed
,
with
assumed
heartiness
.
"
Away
after
them
!
they
are
just
at
the
corner
by
the
stand
of
hives
.
"
Linton
gathered
his
energies
,
and
left
the
hearth
.
The
lattice
was
open
,
and
,
as
he
stepped
out
,
I
heard
Cathy
inquiring
of
her
unsociable
attendant
,
what
was
that
inscription
over
the
door
?
Hareton
stared
up
,
and
scratched
his
head
like
a
true
clown
.
"
It
's
some
damnable
writing
,
"
he
answered
.
"
I
can
not
read
it
.
"
