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There
was
such
an
anguish
in
the
gush
of
grief
that
accompanied
this
raving
,
that
my
compassion
made
me
overlook
its
folly
,
and
I
drew
off
,
half
angry
to
have
listened
at
all
,
and
vexed
at
having
related
my
ridiculous
nightmare
,
since
it
produced
that
agony
;
though
why
,
was
beyond
my
comprehension
.
I
descended
cautiously
to
the
lower
regions
,
and
landed
in
the
back
kitchen
,
where
a
gleam
of
fire
,
raked
compactly
together
enabled
me
to
rekindle
my
candle
.
Nothing
was
stirring
except
a
brindled
,
grey
cat
,
which
crept
from
the
ashes
and
saluted
me
with
a
querulous
mew
.
Two
benches
,
shaped
in
sections
of
a
circle
,
nearly
enclosed
the
hearth
;
on
one
of
these
I
stretched
myself
,
and
Grimalkin
mounted
the
other
.
We
were
both
of
us
nodding
,
ere
any
one
invaded
our
retreat
,
and
then
it
was
Joseph
,
shuffling
down
a
wooden
ladder
that
vanished
in
the
roof
,
through
a
trap
:
the
ascent
to
his
garret
,
I
suppose
.
He
cast
a
sinister
look
at
the
little
flame
which
I
had
enticed
to
play
between
the
ribs
,
swept
the
cat
from
its
elevation
,
and
bestowing
himself
in
the
vacancy
,
commenced
the
operation
of
stuffing
a
three-inch
pipe
with
tobacco
.
My
presence
in
his
sanctum
was
evidently
esteemed
a
piece
of
impudence
too
shameful
for
remark
:
he
silently
applied
the
tube
to
his
lips
,
folded
his
arms
,
and
puffed
away
.
I
let
him
enjoy
the
luxury
unannoyed
;
and
after
sucking
out
his
last
wreath
,
and
heaving
a
profound
sigh
,
he
got
up
,
and
departed
as
solemnly
as
he
came
.
A
more
elastic
footstep
entered
next
;
and
now
I
opened
my
mouth
for
a
"
good
morning
,
"
but
closed
it
again
,
the
salutation
unachieved
;
for
Hareton
Earnshaw
was
performing
his
orisons
sotto
voce
,
in
a
series
of
curses
directed
against
every
object
he
touched
,
while
he
rummaged
a
corner
for
a
spade
or
shovel
to
dig
through
the
drifts
.
He
glanced
over
the
back
of
the
bench
dilating
his
nostrils
,
and
thought
as
little
of
exchanging
civilities
with
me
as
with
my
companion
the
cat
.
I
guessed
,
by
his
preparations
,
that
egress
was
allowed
,
and
,
leaving
my
hard
couch
,
made
a
movement
to
follow
him
.
He
noticed
this
,
and
thrust
at
an
inner
door
with
the
end
of
his
spade
,
intimating
by
an
inarticulate
sound
that
there
was
the
place
where
I
must
go
,
if
I
changed
my
locality
.
It
opened
into
the
house
,
where
the
females
were
already
astir
.
Zillah
urging
flakes
of
flame
up
the
chimney
with
a
colossal
bellows
;
and
Mrs.
Heathcliff
,
kneeling
on
the
hearth
reading
a
book
by
the
aid
of
the
blaze
.
She
held
her
hand
interposed
between
the
furnace-heat
and
her
eyes
,
and
seemed
absorbed
in
her
occupation
;
desisting
from
it
only
to
chide
the
servant
for
covering
her
with
sparks
,
or
to
push
away
a
dog
,
now
and
then
,
that
snoozled
its
nose
overforwardly
into
her
face
.
I
was
surprised
to
see
Heathcliff
there
also
.
He
stood
by
the
fire
,
his
back
towards
me
,
just
finishing
a
stormy
scene
to
poor
Zillah
;
who
ever
and
anon
interrupted
her
labour
to
pluck
up
the
corner
of
her
apron
,
and
heave
an
indignant
groan
.
"
And
you
,
you
worthless
"
--
he
broke
out
,
as
I
entered
,
turning
to
his
daughter-in-law
,
and
employing
an
epithet
as
harmless
as
duck
,
or
sheep
,
but
generally
represented
by
a
dash
-
.
"
There
you
are
,
at
your
idle
tricks
again
!
The
rest
of
them
do
earn
their
bread
--
you
live
on
my
charity
!
put
your
trash
away
,
and
find
something
to
do
.
You
shall
pay
me
for
the
plague
of
having
you
eternally
in
my
sight
--
do
you
hear
,
damnable
jade
?
"
"
I
'll
put
my
trash
away
,
because
you
can
make
me
,
if
I
refuse
,
"
answered
the
young
lady
,
closing
her
book
,
and
throwing
it
on
a
chair
.
"
But
I
'll
not
do
anything
,
though
you
should
swear
your
tongue
out
,
except
what
I
please
!
"
Heathcliff
lifted
his
hand
,
and
the
speaker
sprang
to
a
safer
distance
,
obviously
acquainted
with
its
weight
.
Having
no
desire
to
be
entertained
by
a
cat-and-dog
combat
,
I
stepped
forward
briskly
,
as
if
eager
to
partake
the
warmth
of
the
hearth
,
and
innocent
of
any
knowledge
of
the
interrupted
dispute
.
Each
had
enough
decorum
to
suspend
further
hostilities
:
Heathcliff
placed
his
fists
,
out
of
temptation
,
in
his
pockets
;
Mrs.
Heathcliff
curled
her
lip
,
and
walked
to
a
seat
far
off
,
where
she
kept
her
word
by
playing
the
part
of
a
statue
during
the
remainder
of
my
stay
.
That
was
not
long
.
I
declined
joining
their
breakfast
,
and
,
at
the
first
gleam
of
dawn
,
took
an
opportunity
of
escaping
into
the
free
air
,
now
clear
,
and
still
,
and
cold
as
impalpable
ice
.
