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"
No
,
indeed
!
no
,
indeed
!
"
replied
I
,
with
decision
.
"
Then
he
would
write
to
you
,
and
there
'd
never
be
an
end
of
it
.
No
,
Miss
Catherine
,
the
acquaintance
must
be
dropped
entirely
:
so
papa
expects
,
and
I
shall
see
that
it
is
done
.
"
"
But
how
can
one
little
note
-
"
she
recommenced
,
putting
on
an
imploring
countenance
.
"
Silence
!
"
I
interrupted
.
"
We
'll
not
begin
with
your
little
notes
.
Get
into
bed
.
"
She
threw
at
me
a
very
naughty
look
,
so
naughty
that
I
would
not
kiss
her
good-night
at
first
:
I
covered
her
up
,
and
shut
her
door
,
in
great
displeasure
;
but
repenting
halfway
,
I
returned
softly
,
and
lo
!
there
was
miss
standing
at
the
table
with
a
bit
of
blank
paper
before
her
and
a
pencil
in
her
hand
,
which
she
guiltily
slipped
out
of
sight
,
on
my
entrance
.
"
You
'll
get
nobody
to
take
that
,
Catherine
,
"
I
said
,
"
if
you
write
it
;
and
at
present
I
shall
put
out
your
candle
.
I
set
the
extinguisher
on
the
flame
,
receiving
as
I
did
so
a
slap
on
my
hand
,
and
a
petulant
"
Cross
thing
!
"
I
then
quitted
her
again
,
and
she
drew
the
bolt
in
one
of
her
worst
,
most
peevish
humours
.
The
letter
was
finished
and
forwarded
to
its
destination
by
a
milk-fetcher
who
came
from
the
village
:
but
that
I
did
n't
learn
till
some
time
afterwards
.
Weeks
passed
on
,
and
Cathy
recovered
her
temper
;
though
she
grew
wondrous
fond
of
stealing
off
to
corners
by
herself
;
and
often
,
if
I
came
near
her
suddenly
while
reading
she
would
start
and
bend
over
the
book
,
evidently
desirous
to
hide
it
;
and
I
detected
edges
of
loose
paper
sticking
out
beyond
the
leaves
.
She
also
got
a
trick
of
coming
down
early
in
the
morning
and
lingering
about
the
kitchen
,
as
if
she
were
expecting
the
arrival
of
something
:
and
she
had
a
small
drawer
in
a
cabinet
in
the
library
,
which
she
would
trifle
over
for
hours
,
and
whose
key
she
took
special
care
to
remove
when
she
left
it
.
One
day
,
as
she
inspected
this
drawer
,
I
observed
that
the
play-things
,
and
trinkets
which
recently
formed
its
contents
,
were
transmuted
into
bits
of
folded
paper
.
My
curiosity
and
suspicions
were
aroused
;
I
determined
to
take
a
peep
at
her
mysterious
treasures
;
so
,
at
night
,
as
soon
as
she
and
my
master
were
safe
upstairs
,
I
searched
and
readily
found
among
my
house-keys
one
that
would
fit
the
lock
.
Having
opened
,
I
emptied
the
whole
contents
into
my
apron
,
and
took
them
with
me
to
examine
at
leisure
in
my
own
chamber
.
Though
I
could
not
but
suspect
,
I
was
still
surprised
to
discover
that
they
were
a
mass
of
correspondence
--
daily
almost
,
it
must
have
been
from
Linton
Heathcliff
:
answers
to
documents
forwarded
by
her
.
The
earlier
dated
were
embarrassed
and
short
;
gradually
,
however
,
they
expanded
into
copious
love
letters
,
foolish
,
as
the
age
of
the
writer
rendered
natural
,
yet
with
touches
here
and
there
which
I
thought
were
borrowed
from
a
more
experienced
source
.
Some
of
them
struck
me
as
singularly
odd
compounds
of
ardour
and
flatness
;
commencing
in
strong
feeling
,
and
concluding
in
the
affected
,
wordy
style
that
a
schoolboy
might
use
to
a
fancied
,
incorporeal
sweetheart
.
Whether
they
satisfied
Cathy
,
I
do
n't
know
;
but
they
appeared
very
worthless
trash
to
me
.
After
turning
over
as
many
as
I
thought
proper
,
I
tied
them
in
a
handkerchief
and
set
them
aside
,
relocking
the
vacant
drawer
.
Following
her
habit
,
my
young
lady
descended
early
,
and
visited
the
kitchen
:
I
watched
her
go
to
the
door
,
on
the
arrival
of
a
certain
little
boy
;
and
,
while
the
dairymaid
filled
his
can
,
she
tucked
something
into
his
jacket
pocket
,
and
plucked
something
out
.
I
went
round
by
the
garden
,
and
laid
wait
for
the
messenger
;
who
fought
valorously
to
defend
his
trust
,
and
we
spilt
the
milk
between
us
;
but
I
succeeded
in
abstracting
the
epistle
;
and
,
threatening
serious
consequences
if
he
did
not
look
sharp
home
,
I
remained
under
the
wall
and
perused
Miss
Cathy
's
affectionate
composition
.
It
was
more
simple
and
more
eloquent
than
her
cousin
's
;
very
pretty
and
very
silly
.
I
shook
my
head
and
went
meditating
into
the
house
.
The
day
being
wet
,
she
could
not
divert
herself
with
rambling
about
the
park
;
so
,
at
the
conclusion
of
her
morning
studies
,
she
resorted
to
the
solace
of
the
drawer
.
Her
father
sat
reading
at
the
table
;
and
I
,
on
purpose
,
had
sought
a
bit
of
work
in
some
unripped
fringes
of
the
window
curtain
,
keeping
my
eye
steadily
fixed
on
her
proceedings
.
Never
did
any
bird
flying
back
to
a
plundered
nest
which
it
had
left
brimful
of
chirping
young
ones
,
express
more
complete
despair
in
its
anguished
cries
and
flutterings
,
than
she
by
her
single
"
Oh
!
"
and
the
change
that
transfigured
her
late
happy
countenance
.
