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Heathcliff
was
quite
cordial
,
papa
,
"
observed
Catherine
,
not
at
all
convinced
;
"
and
he
did
n't
object
to
our
seeing
each
other
:
he
said
I
might
come
to
his
house
when
I
pleased
;
only
I
must
not
tell
you
,
because
you
had
quarrelled
with
him
,
and
would
not
forgive
him
for
marrying
Aunt
Isabella
.
And
you
wo
n't
.
You
are
the
one
to
be
blamed
:
he
is
willing
to
let
us
be
friends
,
at
least
;
Linton
and
I
,
and
you
are
not
.
"
My
master
,
perceiving
that
she
would
not
take
his
word
for
her
uncle-in-law
's
evil
disposition
,
gave
a
hasty
sketch
of
his
conduct
to
Isabella
,
and
the
manner
in
which
Wuthering
Heights
became
his
property
.
He
could
not
bear
to
discourse
long
upon
the
topic
;
for
though
he
spoke
little
of
it
,
he
still
felt
the
same
horror
and
detestation
of
his
ancient
enemy
that
had
occupied
his
heart
ever
since
Mrs.
Linton
's
death
.
"
She
might
have
been
living
yet
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
him
!
"
was
his
constant
bitter
reflection
;
and
in
his
eyes
,
Heathcliff
seemed
a
murderer
.
Miss
Cathy
--
conversant
with
no
bad
deeds
except
her
own
slight
acts
of
disobedience
,
injustice
,
and
passion
,
arising
from
hot
temper
and
thoughtlessness
,
and
repented
of
on
the
day
they
were
committed
--
was
amazed
at
the
blackness
of
spirit
that
could
brood
on
and
cover
revenge
for
years
,
and
deliberately
prosecute
its
plans
without
a
visitation
of
remorse
.
She
appeared
so
deeply
impressed
and
shocked
at
this
new
view
of
human
nature
--
excluded
from
all
her
studies
and
all
her
ideas
till
now
--
that
Mr.
Edgar
deemed
it
unnecessary
to
pursue
the
subject
.
He
merely
added
:
"
You
will
know
hereafter
,
darling
,
why
I
wish
you
to
avoid
his
house
and
family
;
now
return
to
your
old
employments
and
amusements
,
and
think
no
more
about
them
.
"
Catherine
kissed
her
father
and
sat
down
quietly
to
her
lessons
for
a
couple
of
hours
,
according
to
custom
;
then
she
accompanied
him
into
the
grounds
,
and
the
whole
day
passed
as
usual
:
but
in
the
evening
,
when
she
had
retired
to
her
room
,
and
I
went
to
help
her
to
undress
,
I
found
her
crying
,
on
her
knees
by
the
bedside
.
"
Oh
,
fie
,
silly
child
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
If
you
had
any
real
griefs
,
you
'd
be
ashamed
to
waste
a
tear
on
this
little
contrariety
.
You
never
had
one
shadow
of
substantial
sorrow
,
Miss
Catherine
.
Suppose
,
for
a
minute
,
that
master
and
I
were
dead
,
and
you
were
by
yourself
in
the
world
:
how
would
you
feel
then
?
Compare
the
present
occasion
with
such
an
affliction
as
that
,
and
be
thankful
for
the
friends
you
have
instead
of
coveting
more
.
"
"
I
'm
not
crying
for
myself
,
Ellen
,
"
she
answered
,
"
it
's
for
him
.
He
expected
to
see
me
again
to-morrow
,
and
there
he
'll
be
so
disappointed
:
and
he
'll
wait
for
me
,
and
I
sha
n't
come
!
"
"
Nonsense
,
"
said
I
,
"
do
you
imagine
he
has
thought
as
much
of
you
as
you
have
of
him
?
Has
n't
he
Hareton
for
a
companion
?
Not
one
in
a
hundred
would
weep
at
losing
a
relation
they
had
just
seen
twice
,
for
two
afternoons
.
Linton
will
conjecture
how
it
is
,
and
trouble
himself
no
further
about
you
.
"
"
But
may
I
not
write
a
note
to
tell
him
why
I
can
not
come
?
"
she
asked
,
rising
to
her
feet
.
"
And
just
send
those
books
I
promised
to
lend
him
?
His
books
are
not
as
nice
as
mine
,
and
he
wanted
to
have
them
extremely
,
when
I
told
him
how
interesting
they
were
.
May
I
not
,
Ellen
?
"
