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He
died
blissfully
,
Mr.
Lockwood
:
he
died
so
.
Kissing
her
cheek
,
he
murmured
:
"
I
am
going
to
her
;
and
you
,
darling
child
,
shall
come
to
us
!
"
and
never
stirred
or
spoke
again
;
but
continued
that
rapt
,
radiant
gaze
,
till
his
pulse
imperceptibly
stopped
and
his
soul
departed
.
None
could
have
noticed
the
exact
minute
of
his
death
,
it
was
so
entirely
without
a
struggle
.
Whether
Catherine
had
spent
her
tears
,
or
whether
the
grief
were
too
weighty
to
let
them
flow
,
she
sat
there
dry-eyed
till
the
sun
rose
;
she
sat
till
noon
,
and
would
still
have
remained
brooding
over
that
deathbed
,
but
I
insisted
on
her
coming
away
and
taking
some
repose
.
It
was
well
I
succeeded
in
removing
her
;
for
at
dinner-time
appeared
the
lawyer
,
having
called
at
Wuthering
Heights
to
get
his
instructions
how
to
behave
.
He
had
sold
himself
to
Mr.
Heathcliff
:
that
was
the
cause
of
his
delay
in
obeying
my
master
's
summons
.
Fortunately
,
no
thought
of
worldly
affairs
crossed
the
latter
's
mind
,
to
disturb
him
,
after
his
daughter
's
arrival
.
Mr.
Green
took
upon
himself
to
order
everything
and
everybody
about
the
place
.
He
gave
all
the
servants
,
but
me
,
notice
to
quit
.
He
would
have
carried
his
delegated
authority
to
the
point
of
insisting
that
Edgar
Linton
should
not
be
buried
beside
his
wife
,
but
in
the
chapel
,
with
his
family
.
There
was
the
will
,
however
,
to
hinder
that
,
and
my
loud
protestations
against
any
infringement
of
its
directions
.
The
funeral
was
hurried
over
;
Catherine
,
Mrs.
Linton
Heathcliff
now
,
was
suffered
to
stay
at
the
Grange
till
her
father
's
corpse
had
quitted
it
.
She
told
me
that
her
anguish
had
at
last
spurred
Linton
to
incur
the
risk
of
liberating
her
.
She
heard
the
men
I
sent
disputing
at
the
door
,
and
she
gathered
the
sense
of
Heathcliff
's
answer
.
It
drove
her
desperate
Linton
,
who
had
been
conveyed
up
to
the
little
parlour
soon
after
I
left
,
was
terrified
into
fetching
the
key
before
his
father
reascended
.
He
had
the
cunning
to
unlock
and
re-lock
the
door
,
without
shutting
it
;
and
when
he
should
have
gone
to
bed
,
he
begged
to
sleep
with
Hareton
,
and
his
petition
was
granted
for
once
.
Catherine
stole
out
before
break
of
day
.
She
dare
not
try
the
doors
,
lest
the
dogs
should
raise
an
alarm
;
she
visited
the
empty
chambers
and
examined
their
windows
;
and
,
luckily
,
lighting
on
her
mother
's
she
got
easily
out
of
its
lattice
,
and
on
to
the
ground
,
by
means
of
the
fir-tree
close
by
.
Her
accomplice
suffered
for
his
share
in
the
escape
,
notwithstanding
his
timid
contrivances
.
The
evening
after
the
funeral
,
my
young
lady
and
I
were
seated
in
the
library
;
now
musing
mournfully
--
one
of
us
despairingly
--
on
our
loss
,
now
venturing
conjectures
as
to
the
gloomy
future
.
We
had
just
agreed
the
best
destiny
which
could
await
Catherine
,
would
be
a
permission
to
continue
resident
at
the
Grange
;
at
least
,
during
Linton
's
life
:
he
being
allowed
to
join
her
there
,
and
I
to
remain
as
housekeeper
.
That
seemed
rather
too
favourable
an
arrangement
to
be
hoped
for
:
and
yet
I
did
hope
,
and
began
to
cheer
up
under
the
prospect
of
retaining
my
home
and
my
employment
,
and
,
above
all
,
my
beloved
young
mistress
;
when
a
servant
--
one
of
the
discarded
ones
,
not
yet
departed
--
rushed
hastily
in
,
and
said
"
that
devil
Heathcliff
"
was
coming
through
the
court
:
should
he
fasten
the
door
in
his
face
?
If
we
had
been
mad
enough
to
order
that
proceeding
,
we
had
not
time
.
He
made
no
ceremony
of
knocking
or
announcing
his
name
:
he
was
master
,
and
availed
himself
of
the
master
's
privilege
to
walk
straight
in
,
without
saying
a
word
.
The
sound
of
our
informant
's
voice
directed
him
to
the
library
:
he
entered
,
and
motioning
him
out
,
shut
the
door
.
