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At
last
,
our
curate
(
we
had
a
curate
then
who
made
the
living
answer
by
teaching
the
little
Lintons
and
Earnshaws
,
and
farming
his
bit
of
land
himself
)
advised
that
the
young
man
should
be
sent
to
college
;
and
Mr.
Earnshaw
agreed
,
though
with
a
heavy
spirit
,
for
he
said
--
"
Hindley
was
nought
,
and
would
never
thrive
as
where
he
wandered
.
"
I
hoped
heartily
we
should
have
peace
now
.
It
hurt
me
to
think
the
master
should
be
made
uncomfortable
by
his
own
good
deed
.
I
fancied
the
discontent
of
age
and
disease
arose
from
his
family
disagreements
:
as
he
would
have
it
that
it
did
:
really
,
you
know
,
sir
,
it
was
in
his
sinking
frame
.
We
might
have
got
on
tolerably
,
notwithstanding
,
but
for
two
people
,
Miss
Cathy
and
Joseph
,
the
servant
:
you
saw
him
I
daresay
,
up
yonder
.
He
was
,
and
is
yet
most
likely
,
the
wearisomest
self-righteous
Pharisee
that
ever
ransacked
a
Bible
to
rake
the
promises
to
himself
and
fling
the
curses
to
his
neighbours
.
By
his
knack
of
sermonising
and
pious
discoursing
,
he
contrived
to
make
a
great
impression
on
Mr.
Earnshaw
;
and
the
more
feeble
the
master
became
,
the
more
influence
he
gained
.
He
was
relentless
in
worrying
him
about
his
soul
's
concerns
,
and
about
ruling
his
children
rigidly
.
He
encouraged
him
to
regard
Hindley
as
a
reprobate
;
and
,
night
after
night
,
he
regularly
grumbled
out
a
long
string
of
tales
against
Heathcliff
and
Catherine
:
always
minding
to
flatter
Earnshaw
's
weakness
by
heaping
the
heaviest
blame
on
the
latter
.
Certainly
,
she
had
ways
with
her
such
as
I
never
saw
a
child
take
up
before
;
and
she
put
all
of
us
past
our
patience
fifty
times
and
oftener
in
a
day
:
from
the
hour
she
came
downstairs
till
the
hour
she
went
to
bed
,
we
had
not
a
minute
's
security
that
she
would
n't
be
in
mischief
.
Her
spirits
were
always
at
high-water
mark
,
her
tongue
always
going
--
singing
,
laughing
,
and
plaguing
everybody
who
would
not
do
the
same
.
A
wild
,
wicked
slip
she
was
--
but
she
had
the
bonniest
eye
,
the
sweetest
smile
,
and
lightest
foot
in
the
parish
;
and
,
after
all
,
I
believe
she
meant
no
harm
;
for
when
once
she
made
you
cry
in
good
earnest
,
it
seldom
happened
that
she
would
not
keep
you
company
,
and
oblige
you
to
be
quiet
that
you
might
comfort
her
.
She
was
much
too
fond
of
Heathcliff
.
The
greatest
punishment
we
could
invent
for
her
was
to
keep
her
separate
from
him
:
yet
she
got
chided
more
than
any
of
us
on
his
account
.
In
play
,
she
liked
exceedingly
to
act
the
little
mistress
;
using
her
hands
freely
,
and
commanding
her
companions
:
she
did
so
to
me
,
but
I
would
not
bear
shopping
and
ordering
;
and
so
I
let
her
know
.
Now
,
Mr.
Earnshaw
did
not
understand
jokes
from
his
children
:
he
had
always
been
strict
and
grave
with
them
;
and
Catherine
,
on
her
part
,
had
no
idea
why
her
father
should
be
crosser
and
less
patient
in
his
ailing
condition
,
than
he
was
in
his
prime
.
His
peevish
reproofs
awakened
in
her
a
naughty
delight
to
provoke
him
:
she
was
never
so
happy
as
when
we
were
all
scolding
her
at
once
,
and
she
defying
us
with
her
bold
,
saucy
look
,
and
her
ready
words
;
turning
Joseph
's
religious
curses
into
ridicule
,
baiting
me
,
and
doing
just
what
her
father
hated
most
--
showing
how
her
pretended
insolence
,
which
he
thought
real
,
had
more
power
over
Heathcliff
than
his
kindness
:
how
the
boy
would
do
her
bidding
in
anything
,
and
his
only
when
it
suited
his
own
inclination
.
After
behaving
as
badly
as
possibly
all
day
,
she
sometimes
came
fondling
to
make
it
up
at
night
.
"
Nay
,
Cathy
,
"
the
old
man
would
say
,
"
I
can
not
love
thee
;
thou
'
rt
worse
than
thy
brother
.
Go
say
thy
prayers
,
child
,
and
ask
God
's
pardon
.
I
doubt
thy
mother
and
I
must
rue
that
we
ever
reared
thee
!
"
That
made
her
cry
,
at
first
:
and
then
being
repulsed
continually
hardened
her
,
and
she
laughed
if
I
told
her
to
say
she
was
sorry
for
her
faults
,
and
beg
to
be
forgiven
.
But
the
hour
came
,
at
last
,
that
ended
Mr.
Earnshaw
's
troubles
on
earth
.
He
died
quietly
in
his
chair
one
October
evening
,
seated
by
the
fireside
.
A
high
wind
blustered
round
the
house
,
and
roared
in
the
chimney
:
it
sounded
wild
and
stormy
,
yet
it
was
not
cold
,
and
we
were
all
together
--
I
,
a
little
removed
from
the
hearth
,
busy
at
my
knitting
,
and
Joseph
reading
his
Bible
near
the
table
(
for
the
servants
generally
sat
in
the
house
then
,
after
their
work
was
done
)
.
Miss
Cathy
had
been
sick
,
and
that
made
her
still
;
she
leant
against
her
father
's
knee
,
and
Heathcliff
was
lying
on
the
floor
with
his
head
in
her
lap
.
I
remember
the
master
,
before
he
fell
into
a
doze
,
stroking
her
bonny
hair
--
It
pleased
him
rarely
to
see
her
gentle
--
and
saying
--
"
Why
canst
thou
not
always
be
a
good
lass
,
Cathy
?
"
And
she
turned
her
face
up
to
his
,
and
laughed
,
and
answered
,
"
Why
can
not
you
always
be
a
good
man
,
father
?
"
But
as
soon
as
she
saw
him
vexed
again
,
she
kissed
his
hand
,
and
said
she
would
sing
him
to
sleep
.
She
began
singing
very
low
,
till
his
fingers
dropped
from
hers
,
and
his
head
sank
on
his
breast
.
Then
I
told
her
to
hush
,
and
not
stir
,
for
fear
she
should
wake
him
.
We
all
kept
as
mute
as
mice
a
full
half-hour
,
and
should
have
done
so
longer
,
only
Joseph
,
having
finished
his
chapter
,
got
up
and
said
that
he
must
rouse
the
master
for
prayers
and
bed
.
He
stepped
forward
,
and
called
him
by
name
,
and
touched
his
shoulder
;
but
he
would
not
move
,
so
he
took
the
candle
and
looked
at
him
.
I
thought
there
was
something
wrong
as
he
set
down
the
light
;
and
seizing
the
children
each
by
an
arm
,
whispered
them
to
"
frame
upstairs
,
and
make
little
din
--
they
might
pray
alone
that
evening
--
he
had
summut
to
do
.
"
"
I
shall
bid
father
good-night
first
,
"
said
Catherine
,
putting
her
arms
round
his
neck
,
before
we
could
hinder
her
.
The
poor
thing
discovered
her
loss
directly
--
she
screamed
out
--
"
Oh
,
he
's
dead
,
Heacthcliff
!
he
's
dead
!
"
And
they
both
set
up
a
heart-breaking
cry
.
I
joined
my
wail
to
theirs
,
loud
and
bitter
;
but
joseph
asked
what
we
could
be
thinking
of
to
roar
in
that
way
over
a
saint
in
heaven
.
He
told
me
to
put
on
my
cloak
and
run
to
Gimmerton
for
the
doctor
and
the
parson
.
I
could
not
guess
the
use
that
either
would
be
of
,
then
.
However
,
I
went
,
through
wind
and
rain
,
and
brought
one
,
the
doctor
,
back
with
me
;
the
other
said
he
would
come
in
the
morning
.
Leaving
Joseph
to
explain
matters
;
I
ran
to
the
children
's
room
:
their
door
was
ajar
,
I
saw
they
had
never
laid
down
,
though
it
was
past
midnight
;
but
they
were
calmer
,
and
did
not
need
me
to
console
them
.
The
little
souls
were
comforting
each
other
with
better
thoughts
than
I
could
have
hit
on
:
no
parson
in
the
world
ever
pictured
heaven
so
beautifully
as
they
did
,
in
their
innocent
talk
:
and
,
while
I
sobbed
and
listened
,
I
could
not
help
wishing
we
were
all
there
safe
together
.
