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Joseph
rattled
some
fire
into
the
shovel
,
and
went
;
but
he
brought
it
back
immediately
,
with
the
supper-tray
in
his
other
hand
,
explaining
that
Mr.
Heathcliff
was
going
to
bed
,
and
he
wanted
nothing
to
eat
till
morning
.
We
heard
him
mount
the
stairs
directly
;
he
did
not
proceed
to
his
ordinary
chamber
,
but
turned
into
that
with
the
panelled
bed
:
its
window
,
as
I
mentioned
before
,
is
wide
enough
for
anybody
to
get
through
;
and
it
struck
me
that
he
plotted
another
midnight
excursion
,
of
which
he
had
rather
we
had
no
suspicion
.
"
Is
he
a
ghoul
or
a
vampire
?
"
I
mused
.
I
had
read
of
such
hideous
incarnate
demons
.
And
then
I
set
myself
to
reflect
how
I
had
tended
him
in
infancy
,
and
watched
him
grow
to
youth
,
and
followed
him
almost
through
his
whole
course
;
and
what
absurd
nonsense
it
was
to
yield
to
that
sense
of
horror
.
"
But
where
did
he
come
from
,
the
little
dark
thing
,
harboured
by
a
good
man
to
his
bane
?
"
muttered
Superstition
,
as
I
dozed
into
unconsciousness
.
And
I
began
,
half
dreaming
,
to
weary
myself
with
imagining
some
fit
parentage
for
him
;
and
,
repeating
my
awaking
meditations
,
I
tracked
his
existence
over
again
,
with
grim
variations
;
at
last
,
picturing
his
death
and
funeral
:
of
which
,
all
I
can
remember
is
,
being
exceedingly
vexed
at
having
the
task
of
dictating
an
inscription
for
his
monument
,
and
consulting
the
sexton
about
it
;
and
,
as
he
had
no
surname
,
and
we
could
not
tell
his
age
,
we
were
obliged
to
content
ourselves
with
the
single
word
,
"
Heathcliff
.
"
That
came
true
:
we
were
.
If
you
enter
the
kirkyard
,
you
'll
read
on
his
headstone
,
only
that
,
and
the
date
of
his
death
.
Dawn
restored
me
to
common
sense
.
I
rose
,
and
went
into
the
garden
,
as
soon
as
I
could
see
,
to
ascertain
if
there
were
any
footmarks
under
his
window
.
There
were
none
.
"
He
has
stayed
at
home
,
"
I
thought
,
"
and
he
'll
be
all
right
to-day
.
"
I
prepared
breakfast
for
the
household
,
as
was
my
usual
custom
,
but
told
Hareton
and
Catherine
to
get
theirs
ere
the
master
came
down
,
for
he
lay
late
.
They
preferred
taking
it
out
of
doors
,
under
the
trees
,
and
I
set
a
little
table
to
accommodate
them
.
On
my
re-entrance
,
I
found
Mr.
Heathcliff
below
.
He
and
Joseph
were
conversing
about
some
farming
business
;
he
gave
clear
,
minute
directions
concerning
the
matter
discussed
,
but
he
spoke
rapidly
,
and
turned
his
head
continually
aside
,
and
had
the
same
excited
expression
,
even
more
exaggerated
.
When
joseph
quitted
the
room
he
took
his
seat
in
the
place
he
generally
chose
,
and
I
put
a
basin
of
coffee
before
him
.
He
drew
it
nearer
,
and
then
rested
his
arms
on
the
table
,
and
looked
at
the
opposite
wall
,
as
I
supposed
,
surveying
one
particular
portion
,
up
and
down
,
with
glittering
,
restless
eyes
,
and
with
such
eager
interest
that
he
stopped
breathing
during
half
a
minute
together
.
"
Come
now
,
"
I
exclaimed
,
pushing
some
bread
against
his
hand
,
"
eat
and
drink
that
,
while
it
is
hot
:
it
has
been
waiting
near
an
hour
.
"
He
did
n't
notice
me
,
and
yet
he
smiled
.
I
'd
rather
have
seen
him
gnash
his
teeth
than
smile
so
.
"
Mr.
Heathcliff
!
master
!
"
I
cried
,
"
do
n't
,
for
God
's
sake
,
stare
as
if
you
saw
an
unearthly
vision
.
"
"
Do
n't
,
for
God
's
sake
,
shout
so
loud
,
"
he
replied
.
"
Turn
round
,
and
tell
me
,
are
we
by
ourselves
?
"
