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Mr.
Hindley
came
home
to
the
funeral
;
and
--
a
thing
that
amazed
us
,
and
set
the
neighbours
gossiping
right
and
left
--
he
brought
a
wife
with
him
.
What
she
was
,
and
where
she
was
born
,
he
never
informed
us
:
probably
she
had
neither
money
nor
name
to
recommend
her
,
or
he
would
scarcely
have
kept
the
union
from
his
father
.
She
was
not
one
that
would
have
disturbed
the
house
much
on
her
own
account
.
Every
object
she
saw
,
the
moment
she
crossed
the
threshold
,
appeared
to
delight
her
;
and
every
circumstance
that
took
place
about
her
:
except
the
preparing
for
the
burial
,
and
the
presence
of
the
mourners
.
I
thought
she
was
half
silly
,
from
her
behaviour
while
that
went
on
:
she
ran
into
her
chamber
,
and
made
me
come
with
her
,
though
I
should
have
been
dressing
the
children
;
and
there
she
sat
shivering
and
clasping
her
hands
,
and
asking
repeatedly
:
"
Are
they
gone
yet
?
"
Then
she
began
describing
with
hysterical
emotion
the
effect
it
produced
on
her
to
see
black
and
started
,
and
trembled
,
and
,
at
last
,
fell
aweeping
--
and
when
I
asked
what
was
the
matter
?
answered
,
she
did
n't
know
;
but
she
felt
so
afraid
of
dying
!
I
imagined
her
as
little
likely
to
die
as
myself
.
She
was
rather
thin
,
but
young
,
and
fresh-complexioned
,
and
her
eyes
sparkled
as
bright
as
diamonds
.
I
did
remark
,
to
be
sure
,
that
mounting
the
stairs
made
her
breathe
very
quick
:
that
the
least
sudden
noise
set
her
all
in
a
quiver
,
and
that
she
coughed
troublesomely
sometimes
:
but
I
knew
nothing
of
what
these
symptoms
portended
,
and
had
no
impulse
to
sympathize
with
her
.
We
do
n't
in
general
take
to
foreigners
here
,
Mr.
Lockwood
,
unless
they
take
to
us
first
.
Young
Earnshaw
was
altered
considerably
in
the
three
years
of
his
absence
.
He
had
grown
sparer
,
and
lost
his
colour
,
and
spoke
and
dressed
quite
differently
;
and
,
on
the
very
day
of
his
return
,
he
told
Joseph
and
me
we
must
thenceforth
quarter
ourselves
in
the
back-kitchen
,
and
leave
the
house
for
him
.
Indeed
,
he
would
have
carpeted
and
papered
a
small
spare
room
for
a
parlour
;
but
his
wife
expressed
such
pleasure
at
the
white
floor
and
huge
glowing
fire-place
,
at
the
pewter
dishes
and
delftcase
,
and
dog-kennel
,
and
the
wide
space
there
was
to
move
about
in
where
they
usually
sat
,
that
he
thought
it
unnecessary
to
her
comfort
,
and
so
dropped
the
intention
.
She
expressed
pleasure
,
too
,
at
finding
a
sister
among
her
new
acquaintances
;
and
she
prattled
to
Catherine
,
and
kissed
her
,
and
ran
about
with
her
,
and
gave
her
quantities
of
presents
,
at
the
beginning
.
Her
affection
tired
very
soon
,
however
,
and
when
she
grew
peevish
,
Hindley
became
tyrannical
.
A
few
words
from
her
,
evincing
a
dislike
to
Heathcliff
,
were
enough
to
rouse
in
him
all
his
old
hatred
of
the
boy
.
He
drove
him
from
their
company
to
the
servants
,
deprived
him
of
the
instructions
of
the
curate
,
and
insisted
that
he
should
labour
out
of
doors
instead
;
compelling
him
to
do
so
as
hard
as
any
other
hand
on
the
farm
.
Heathcliff
bore
his
degradation
pretty
well
at
first
,
because
Cathy
taught
him
what
she
learnt
,
and
worked
or
played
with
him
in
the
fields
.
They
both
promised
fair
to
grow
up
as
rude
as
savages
;
the
young
master
being
entirely
negligent
how
they
behaved
,
and
what
they
did
,
so
they
kept
clear
of
him
.
He
would
not
even
have
seen
after
their
going
to
church
on
Sundays
,
only
joseph
and
the
curate
reprimanded
his
carelessness
when
they
absented
themselves
;
and
that
reminded
him
to
order
Heathcliff
a
flogging
,
and
Catherine
a
fast
from
dinner
or
supper
.
But
it
was
one
of
their
chief
amusements
to
run
away
to
the
moors
in
the
morning
and
remain
there
all
day
,
and
the
after
punishment
grew
a
mere
thing
to
laugh
at
.
The
curate
might
set
as
many
chapters
as
he
pleased
for
Catherine
to
get
by
heart
,
and
Joseph
might
thrash
Heathcliff
till
his
arm
ached
;
they
forgot
everything
the
minute
they
were
together
again
:
at
least
the
minute
they
had
contrived
some
naughty
plan
of
revenge
;
and
many
a
time
I
've
cried
to
myself
to
watch
them
growing
more
reckless
daily
,
and
I
not
daring
to
speak
a
syllable
,
for
fear
of
losing
the
small
power
I
still
retained
over
the
unfriended
creatures
.
One
Sunday
evening
,
it
chanced
that
they
were
banished
from
the
sittingroom
,
for
making
a
noise
,
or
a
light
offence
of
the
kind
;
and
when
I
went
to
call
them
to
supper
,
I
could
discover
them
nowhere
.
We
searched
the
house
,
above
and
below
,
and
the
yard
and
stables
;
they
were
invisible
:
and
at
last
,
Hindley
in
a
passion
told
us
to
bolt
the
doors
,
and
swore
nobody
should
let
them
in
that
night
.
The
household
went
to
bed
;
and
I
,
too
anxious
to
lie
down
,
opened
my
lattice
and
put
my
head
out
to
hearken
,
though
it
rained
:
determined
to
admit
them
in
spite
of
the
prohibition
,
should
they
return
.
In
a
while
,
I
distinguished
steps
coming
up
the
road
,
and
the
light
of
a
lantern
glimmered
through
the
gate
.
I
threw
a
shawl
over
my
head
and
ran
to
prevent
them
from
waking
Mr.
Earnshaw
by
knocking
.
There
was
Heathcliff
by
himself
:
it
gave
me
a
start
to
see
him
alone
.
"
Where
is
Miss
Catherine
?
"
I
cried
hurriedly
.
"
No
accident
,
I
hope
?
"
"
At
Thrushcross
Grange
,
"
he
answered
;
"
and
I
would
have
been
there
too
,
but
they
had
not
the
manners
to
ask
me
to
stay
.
"
"
Well
,
you
will
catch
it
!
"
I
said
:
"
you
'll
never
be
content
till
you
're
sent
about
your
business
.
What
in
the
world
led
you
wandering
to
Thrushcross
Grange
?
"
"
Let
me
get
off
my
wet
clothes
,
and
I
'll
tell
you
all
about
it
,
Nelly
,
"
he
replied
.
I
bid
him
beware
of
rousing
the
master
,
and
while
he
undressed
and
I
waited
to
put
out
the
candle
,
he
continued
--
"
Cathy
and
I
escaped
from
the
wash-house
to
have
a
ramble
at
liberty
,
and
getting
a
glimpse
of
the
Grange
lights
,
we
thought
we
would
just
go
and
see
whether
the
Lintons
passed
their
Sunday
evenings
standing
shivering
in
corners
,
while
their
father
and
mother
sat
eating
and
drinking
,
and
singing
and
laughing
,
and
burning
their
eyes
out
before
the
fire
.
Do
you
think
they
do
?
Or
reading
sermons
,
and
being
catechised
by
their
man-servant
,
and
set
to
learn
a
column
of
Scripture
names
,
if
they
do
n't
answer
properly
?
"
"
Probably
not
,
"
I
responded
.
"
They
are
good
children
,
no
doubt
,
and
do
n't
deserve
the
treatment
you
receive
,
for
your
bad
conduct
.
"
"
Do
n't
cant
,
Nelly
,
"
he
said
:
nonsense
!
We
ran
from
the
top
of
the
Heights
to
the
park
,
without
stopping
--
Catherine
completely
beaten
in
the
race
;
because
she
was
barefoot
.
You
'll
have
to
seek
for
her
shoes
in
the
bog
tomorrow
.
We
crept
through
a
broken
hedge
,
groped
our
way
up
the
path
,
and
planted
ourselves
on
a
flower-plot
under
the
drawing-room
window
.
The
light
came
from
thence
;
they
had
not
put
up
the
shutters
,
and
the
curtains
were
only
half
closed
.
Both
of
us
were
able
to
look
in
by
standing
on
the
basement
,
and
clinging
to
the
ledge
,
and
we
saw
--
ah
!
it
was
beautiful
--
a
splendid
place
carpeted
with
crimson
,
and
crimson-covered
chairs
and
tables
,
and
a
pure
white
ceiling
bordered
by
gold
,
a
shower
of
glassdrops
hanging
in
silver
chains
from
the
centre
,
and
shimmering
with
little
soft
tapers
.
Old
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Linton
were
not
there
;
Edgar
and
his
sister
had
it
entirely
to
themselves
.
Should
n't
they
have
been
happy
?
We
should
have
thought
ourselves
in
heaven
!
And
now
,
guess
what
your
good
children
were
doing
?
Isabella
--
I
believe
she
is
eleven
,
a
year
younger
than
Cathy
--
lay
screaming
at
the
farther
end
of
the
room
,
shrieking
as
if
witches
were
running
red-hot
needles
into
her
.
