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"
Heathcliff
dead
!
"
I
exclaimed
.
"
How
long
ago
?
"
"
Three
months
since
:
but
sit
down
and
let
me
take
your
hat
,
and
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
.
Stop
,
you
have
had
nothing
to
eat
,
have
you
?
"
"
I
want
nothing
:
I
have
ordered
supper
at
home
.
You
sit
down
too
.
I
never
dreamt
of
his
dying
!
Let
me
hear
how
it
came
to
pass
.
You
say
you
do
n't
expect
them
back
for
some
time
--
the
young
people
?
"
"
No
--
I
have
to
scold
them
every
evening
for
their
late
rambles
:
but
they
do
n't
care
for
me
.
At
least
have
a
drink
of
our
old
ale
;
it
will
do
you
good
:
you
seem
weary
.
"
She
hastened
to
fetch
it
before
I
could
refuse
,
and
I
heard
Joseph
asking
whether
"
it
war
n't
a
crying
scandal
that
she
should
have
followers
at
her
time
of
life
?
And
then
,
to
get
them
jocks
out
o
'
t
'
maister
's
cellar
!
He
fair
shaamed
to
'
bide
still
and
see
it
.
"
She
did
not
stay
to
retaliate
,
but
reentered
in
a
minute
,
bearing
a
reaming
silver
pint
,
whose
contents
I
lauded
with
becoming
earnestness
.
And
afterwards
she
furnished
me
with
the
sequel
of
Heathcliff
's
history
.
He
had
a
"
queer
"
end
,
as
she
expressed
it
.
I
was
summoned
to
Wuthering
Heights
,
within
a
fortnight
of
your
leaving
us
,
she
said
;
and
I
obeyed
joyfully
,
for
Catherine
's
sake
.
My
first
interview
with
her
grieved
and
shocked
me
:
she
had
altered
so
much
since
our
separation
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
did
not
explain
his
reasons
for
taking
a
new
mind
about
my
coming
here
;
he
only
told
me
he
wanted
me
,
and
he
was
tired
of
seeing
Catherine
:
I
must
make
the
little
parlour
my
sittingroom
,
and
keep
her
with
me
.
It
was
enough
if
he
were
obliged
to
see
her
once
or
twice
a
day
.
She
seemed
pleased
at
this
arrangement
;
and
,
by
degrees
,
I
smuggled
over
a
great
number
of
books
,
and
other
articles
,
that
had
formed
her
amusement
at
the
Grange
;
and
flattered
myself
we
should
get
on
in
tolerable
comfort
.
The
delusion
did
not
last
long
.
Catherine
,
contented
at
first
,
in
a
brief
space
grew
irritable
and
restless
.
For
one
thing
,
she
was
forbidden
to
move
out
of
the
garden
,
and
it
fretted
her
sadly
to
be
confined
to
its
narrow
bounds
as
spring
drew
on
;
for
another
,
in
following
the
house
,
I
was
forced
to
quit
her
frequently
,
and
she
complained
of
loneliness
:
she
preferred
quarrelling
with
Joseph
in
the
kitchen
to
sitting
at
peace
in
her
solitude
.
I
did
not
mind
their
skirmishes
:
but
Hareton
was
often
obliged
to
seek
the
kitchen
also
,
when
the
master
wanted
to
have
the
house
to
himself
;
and
though
in
the
beginning
she
either
left
it
at
his
approach
,
or
quietly
joined
in
my
occupations
,
and
shunned
remarking
or
addressing
him
--
and
though
he
was
always
as
sullen
and
silent
as
possible
--
after
a
while
she
changed
her
behaviour
,
and
became
incapable
of
letting
him
alone
:
talking
at
him
;
commenting
on
his
stupidity
and
idleness
;
expressing
her
wonder
how
he
could
endure
the
life
he
lived
--
how
he
could
sit
a
whole
evening
staring
into
the
fire
and
dozing
.
"
He
's
just
like
a
dog
,
is
he
not
,
Ellen
?
"
she
once
observed
,
"
or
a
cart-horse
?
He
does
his
work
,
eats
his
food
,
and
sleeps
eternally
!
What
a
blank
,
dreary
mind
he
must
have
!
Do
you
ever
dream
,
Hareton
?
And
,
if
you
do
,
what
is
it
about
?
But
you
ca
n't
speak
to
me
!
"
