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It

was

a

very

dark

evening

for

summer

:

the

clouds

appeared

inclined

to

thunder

,

and

I

said

we

had

better

all

sit

down

;

the

approaching

rain

would

be

certain

to

bring

him

home

without

further

trouble

.

However

,

Catherine

would

not

be

persuaded

into

tranquillity

.

She

kept

wandering

to

and

fro

,

from

the

gate

to

the

door

,

in

a

state

of

agitation

which

permitted

no

repose

;

and

at

length

took

up

a

permanent

situation

on

one

side

of

the

wall

,

near

the

road

:

where

,

heedless

of

my

expostulations

and

the

growling

thunder

,

and

the

great

drops

that

began

to

splash

around

her

,

she

remained

,

calling

at

intervals

,

and

then

listening

,

and

then

crying

outright

.

She

beat

Hareton

,

or

any

child

,

at

a

good

passionate

fit

of

crying

.

About

midnight

,

while

we

still

sat

up

,

the

storm

came

rattling

over

the

Heights

in

full

fury

.

There

was

a

violent

wind

,

as

well

as

thunder

,

and

either

one

or

the

other

split

a

tree

off

at

the

corner

of

the

building

:

a

huge

bough

fell

across

the

roof

,

and

knocked

down

a

portion

of

the

east

chimney-stack

,

sending

a

clatter

of

stones

and

soot

into

the

kitchen

fire

.

We

thought

a

bolt

had

fallen

in

the

middle

of

us

;

and

Joseph

swung

on

to

his

knees

beseeching

the

Lord

to

remember

the

patriarchs

Noah

and

Lot

,

and

,

as

in

former

times

,

spare

the

righteous

,

though

He

smote

the

ungodly

.

I

felt

some

sentiment

that

it

must

be

a

judgment

on

us

also

.

The

Jonah

,

in

my

mind

,

was

Mr.

Earnshaw

;

and

I

shook

the

handle

of

his

den

that

I

might

ascertain

if

he

were

yet

living

.

He

replied

audibly

enough

,

in

a

fashion

which

made

my

companion

vociferate

,

more

clamorously

than

before

,

that

a

wide

distinction

might

be

drawn

between

saints

like

himself

and

sinners

like

his

master

.

But

the

uproar

passed

away

in

twenty

minutes

,

leaving

us

all

unharmed

;

excepting

Cathy

,

who

got

thoroughly

drenched

for

her

obstinacy

in

refusing

to

take

shelter

,

and

standing

bonnetless

and

shawlless

to

catch

as

much

water

as

she

could

with

her

hair

and

clothes

.

She

came

in

and

lay

down

on

the

settle

,

all

soaked

as

she

was

,

turning

her

face

to

the

back

,

and

putting

her

hands

before

it

.

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"

Well

,

miss

!

"

I

exclaimed

,

touching

her

shoulder

;

"

you

are

not

bent

on

getting

your

death

,

are

you

?

Do

you

know

what

o'clock

it

is

?

Half

past

twelve

.

Come

,

come

to

bed

!

there

's

no

use

waiting

longer

on

that

foolish

boy

:

he

'll

be

gone

to

Gimmerton

,

and

he

'll

stay

there

now

.

He

guesses

we

should

n't

wait

for

him

this

late

hour

:

at

least

,

he

guesses

that

only

Mr.

Hindley

would

be

up

;

and

he

'd

rather

avoid

having

the

door

opened

by

the

master

.

"

"

Nay

,

nay

,

he

's

noan

at

Gimmerton

,

"

said

Joseph

.

"

I

's

niver

wonder

but

he

's

at

t

'

bothom

of

a

bog-hoile

.

This

visitation

wor

n't

for

nowt

,

and

I

wod

hev

ye

to

look

out

,

miss

--

yah

muh

be

t

'

next

.

Thank

Hivin

for

all

!

All

warks

togither

for

gooid

to

them

as

is

chozzen

,

and

piked

out

fro

'

th

'

rubbidge

!

Yah

knaw

whet

t

'

Scripture

ses

.

"

And

he

began

quoting

several

texts

,

referring

us

to

chapters

and

verses

where

we

might

find

them

.

I

,

having

vainly

begged

the

wilful

girl

to

rise

and

remove

her

wet

things

,

left

him

preaching

and

her

shivering

,

and

betook

myself

to

bed

with

little

Hareton

,

who

slept

as

fast

as

if

every

one

had

been

sleeping

round

him

.

I

heard

Joseph

read

on

a

while

afterwards

;

then

I

distinguished

his

slow

step

on

the

ladder

,

and

then

I

dropped

asleep

.

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Coming

down

somewhat

later

than

usual

,

I

saw

,

by

the

sunbeams

piercing

the

chinks

of

the

shutters

,

Miss

Catherine

still

seated

near

the

fire-place

.

The

house

door

was

ajar

,

too

;

light

entered

from

its

unclosed

windows

;

Hindley

had

come

out

,

and

stood

on

the

kitchen

hearth

,

haggard

and

drowsy

.

"

What

ails

you

,

Cathy

?

"

he

was

saying

when

I

entered

:

"

you

look

as

dismal

as

a

drowned

whelp

.

Why

are

you

so

damp

and

pale

,

child

?

"

"

I

've

been

wet

,

"

she

answered

reluctantly

,

"

and

I

'm

cold

,

that

's

all

.

"

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