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"
These
are
the
earliest
flowers
at
the
Heights
,
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
They
remind
me
of
soft
thaw
winds
,
and
warm
sunshine
,
and
nearly
melted
snow
.
Edgar
,
is
there
not
a
south
wind
,
and
is
not
the
snow
almost
gone
?
"
"
The
snow
is
quite
gone
down
here
,
darling
,
"
replied
her
husband
;
"
and
I
only
see
two
white
spots
on
the
whole
range
of
moors
:
the
sky
is
blue
,
and
the
larks
are
singing
,
and
the
becks
and
brooks
are
all
brim
full
.
Catherine
,
last
spring
at
this
time
,
I
was
longing
to
have
you
under
this
roof
,
now
,
I
wish
you
were
a
mile
or
two
up
those
hills
:
the
air
blows
so
sweetly
,
I
feel
that
it
would
cure
you
.
"
"
I
shall
never
be
there
but
once
more
,
"
said
the
invalid
;
"
and
then
you
'll
leave
me
,
and
I
shall
remain
for
ever
.
Next
spring
you
'll
long
again
to
have
me
under
this
roof
,
and
you
'll
look
back
and
think
you
were
happy
to-day
.
"
Linton
lavished
on
her
the
kindest
caresses
,
and
tried
to
cheer
her
by
the
fondest
words
;
but
,
vaguely
regarding
the
flowers
,
she
let
the
tears
collect
on
her
lashes
and
stream
down
her
cheeks
unheeding
.
We
knew
she
was
really
better
,
and
,
therefore
,
decided
that
long
confinement
to
a
single
place
produced
much
of
this
despondency
,
and
it
might
be
partially
removed
by
a
change
of
scene
.
The
master
told
me
to
light
a
fire
in
the
many-weeks-deserted
parlour
,
and
to
set
an
easy-chair
in
the
sunshine
by
the
window
;
and
then
he
brought
her
down
,
and
she
sat
a
long
while
enjoying
the
genial
heat
,
and
,
as
we
expected
,
revived
by
the
objects
round
her
:
which
,
though
familiar
,
were
free
from
the
dreary
associations
investing
her
hated
sick
chamber
.
By
evening
,
she
seemed
greatly
exhausted
;
yet
no
arguments
could
persuade
her
to
return
to
that
apartment
,
and
I
had
to
arrange
the
parlour
sofa
for
her
bed
,
till
another
room
could
be
prepared
.
To
obviate
the
fatigue
of
mounting
and
descending
the
stairs
,
we
fitted
up
this
,
where
you
lie
at
present
:
on
the
same
floor
with
the
parlour
;
and
she
was
soon
strong
enough
to
move
from
one
to
the
other
,
leaning
on
Edgar
's
arm
.
Ah
,
I
thought
myself
she
might
recover
,
so
waited
on
as
she
was
.
And
there
was
double
cause
to
desire
it
,
for
on
her
existence
depended
that
of
another
:
we
cherished
the
hope
that
in
a
little
while
,
Mr.
Linton
's
heart
would
be
gladdened
,
and
his
lands
secured
from
a
stranger
's
gripe
,
by
the
birth
of
an
heir
.
I
should
mention
that
Isabella
sent
to
her
brother
,
some
six
weeks
from
her
departure
,
a
short
note
,
announcing
her
marriage
with
Heathcliff
.
It
appeared
dry
and
cold
;
but
at
the
bottom
was
dotted
in
with
pencil
an
obscure
apology
,
and
an
entreaty
for
kind
remembrance
and
reconciliation
,
if
her
proceeding
had
offended
him
:
asserting
that
she
could
not
help
it
then
,
and
being
done
,
she
had
now
no
power
to
repeal
it
.
Linton
did
not
reply
to
this
,
I
believe
;
and
,
in
a
fortnight
more
,
I
got
a
long
letter
which
I
considered
odd
,
coming
from
the
pen
of
a
bride
just
out
of
the
honeymoon
.
I
'll
read
it
:
for
I
keep
it
yet
.
Any
relic
of
the
dead
is
precious
,
if
they
were
valued
living
.
DEAR
ELLEN
,
it
begins
:
--
I
came
last
night
to
Wuthering
Heights
,
and
heard
,
for
the
first
time
,
that
Catherine
has
been
,
and
is
yet
,
very
ill
.
I
must
not
write
to
her
,
I
suppose
,
and
my
brother
is
either
too
angry
or
too
distressed
to
answer
what
I
sent
him
.
Still
,
I
must
write
to
somebody
,
and
the
only
choice
left
me
is
you
.
