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"
Of
course
,
"
was
my
answer
;
"
of
course
we
are
.
"
Still
I
involuntarily
obeyed
him
,
as
if
I
was
not
quite
sure
.
With
a
sweep
of
his
hand
he
cleared
a
vacant
space
in
front
among
the
breakfast
things
,
and
leant
forward
to
gaze
more
at
his
ease
.
Now
,
I
perceived
he
was
not
looking
at
the
wall
;
for
when
I
regarded
him
alone
,
it
seemed
exactly
that
he
gazed
at
something
within
two
yards
'
distance
.
And
whatever
it
was
,
it
communicated
,
apparently
,
both
pleasure
and
pain
in
exquisite
extremes
:
at
least
the
anguished
,
yet
raptured
,
expression
of
his
countenance
suggested
that
idea
.
The
fancied
object
was
not
fixed
,
either
;
his
eyes
pursued
it
with
unwearied
diligence
,
and
,
even
in
speaking
to
me
,
were
never
weaned
away
.
I
vainly
reminded
him
of
his
protracted
abstinence
from
food
:
if
he
stirred
to
touch
anything
in
compliance
with
my
entreaties
,
if
he
stretched
his
hand
out
to
get
a
piece
of
bread
,
his
fingers
clenched
before
they
reached
it
,
and
remained
on
the
table
,
forgetful
of
their
aim
.
I
sat
,
a
model
of
patience
,
trying
to
attract
his
absorbed
attention
from
its
engrossing
speculation
;
till
he
grew
irritable
,
and
got
up
,
asking
why
I
would
not
allow
him
to
have
his
own
time
in
taking
his
meals
?
and
saying
that
on
the
next
occasion
,
I
need
n't
wait
:
I
might
set
the
things
down
and
go
.
Having
uttered
these
words
he
left
the
house
,
slowly
sauntered
down
the
garden
path
,
and
disappeared
through
the
gate
.
The
hours
crept
anxiously
by
:
another
evening
came
.
I
did
not
retire
to
rest
till
late
,
and
when
I
did
,
I
could
not
sleep
.
He
returned
after
midnight
,
and
,
instead
of
going
to
bed
,
shut
himself
into
the
room
beneath
.
I
listened
,
and
tossed
about
,
and
,
finally
,
dressed
and
descended
.
It
was
too
irksome
to
lie
there
,
harassing
my
brain
with
a
hundred
idle
misgivings
.
I
distinguished
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
step
,
restlessly
measuring
the
floor
,
and
he
frequently
broke
the
silence
by
a
deep
inspiration
,
resembling
a
groan
.
He
muttered
detached
words
also
;
the
only
one
I
could
catch
was
the
name
of
Catherine
,
coupled
with
some
wild
term
of
endearment
or
suffering
;
and
spoken
as
one
would
speak
to
a
person
present
:
low
and
earnest
,
and
wrung
from
the
depth
of
his
soul
.
I
had
not
courage
to
walk
straight
into
the
apartment
;
but
I
desired
to
divert
him
from
his
reverie
,
and
therefore
fell
foul
of
the
kitchen
fire
,
stirred
it
,
and
began
to
scrape
the
cinders
,
It
drew
him
forth
sooner
than
I
expected
.
He
opened
the
door
immediately
,
and
said
:
"
Nelly
,
come
here
--
is
it
morning
?
Come
in
with
your
light
.
"
"
It
is
striking
four
,
"
I
answered
.
"
You
want
a
candle
to
take
upstairs
:
you
might
have
lit
one
at
this
fire
.
"
"
No
,
I
do
n't
wish
to
go
upstairs
,
"
he
said
.
"
Come
in
,
and
kindle
me
a
fire
,
and
do
anything
there
is
to
do
about
the
room
.
"
