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"
Who
are
you
?
"
"
My
name
was
Isabella
Linton
,
"
I
replied
.
"
You
've
seen
me
before
,
sir
.
I
'm
lately
married
to
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
and
he
has
brought
me
here
--
I
suppose
by
your
permission
.
"
"
Is
he
come
back
,
then
?
"
asked
the
hermit
,
glaring
like
a
hungry
wolf
.
"
Yes
--
we
came
just
now
,
"
I
said
;
"
but
he
left
me
by
the
kitchen
door
;
and
when
I
would
have
gone
in
,
your
little
boy
played
sentinel
over
the
place
,
and
frightened
me
off
by
the
help
of
a
bull-dog
.
"
"
It
's
well
the
hellish
villain
has
kept
his
word
!
"
growled
my
future
host
,
searching
the
darkness
beyond
me
in
expectation
of
discovering
Heathcliff
;
and
then
he
indulged
in
a
soliloquy
of
execrations
,
and
threats
of
what
he
would
have
done
had
the
"
fiend
"
deceived
him
.
I
repented
having
tried
this
second
entrance
,
and
was
almost
inclined
to
slip
away
before
he
finished
cursing
,
but
ere
I
could
execute
that
intention
,
he
ordered
me
in
,
and
shut
and
re-fastened
the
door
.
There
was
a
great
fire
,
and
that
was
all
the
light
in
the
huge
apartment
,
whose
floor
had
grown
a
uniform
grey
;
and
the
once
brilliant
pewter
dishes
,
which
used
to
attract
my
gaze
when
I
was
a
girl
,
partook
of
a
similar
obscurity
,
created
by
tarnish
and
dust
.
I
enquired
whether
I
might
call
the
maid
,
and
be
conducted
to
a
bed-room
?
Mr.
Earnshaw
vouchsafed
no
answer
.
He
walked
up
and
down
,
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
apparently
quite
forgetting
my
presence
;
and
his
abstraction
was
evidently
so
deep
,
and
his
whole
aspect
so
misanthropical
,
that
I
shrank
from
disturbing
him
again
.
You
'll
not
be
surprised
,
Ellen
,
at
my
feeling
particularly
cheerless
,
seated
in
worse
than
solitude
on
that
inhospitable
hearth
,
and
remembering
that
four
miles
distant
lay
my
delightful
home
,
containing
the
only
people
I
loved
on
earth
;
and
there
might
as
well
be
the
Atlantic
to
part
us
,
instead
of
those
four
miles
:
I
could
not
overpass
them
!
I
questioned
with
myself
--
where
must
I
turn
for
comfort
?
and
--
mind
you
,
do
n't
tell
Edgar
,
or
Catherine
--
above
every
sorrow
beside
,
this
rose
pre-eminent
:
despair
at
finding
nobody
who
could
or
would
be
my
ally
against
Heathcliff
!
I
had
sought
shelter
at
Wuthering
Heights
,
almost
gladly
,
because
I
was
secured
by
that
arrangement
from
living
alone
with
him
;
but
he
knew
the
people
we
were
coming
amongst
,
and
he
did
not
fear
their
intermeddling
.
I
sat
and
thought
a
doleful
time
:
the
clock
struck
eight
,
and
nine
,
and
still
my
companion
paced
to
and
fro
,
his
head
bent
on
his
breast
,
and
perfectly
silent
,
unless
a
groan
or
a
bitter
ejaculation
forced
itself
out
at
intervals
.
I
listened
to
detect
a
woman
's
voice
in
the
house
,
and
filled
the
interim
with
wild
regrets
and
dismal
anticipations
,
which
,
at
last
,
spoke
audibly
in
irrepressible
sighing
and
weeping
.
I
was
not
aware
how
openly
I
grieved
,
till
Earnshaw
halted
opposite
,
in
his
measured
walk
,
and
gave
me
a
stare
of
newly-awakened
surprise
.
Taking
advantage
of
his
recovered
attention
,
I
exclaimed
:
"
I
'm
tired
with
my
journey
,
and
I
want
to
go
to
bed
!
Where
is
the
maid-servant
?
Direct
me
to
her
,
as
she
wo
n't
come
to
me
!
"
