Another week over—and I am so many days nearer health, and spring! I have now heard all my neighbour’s history, at different sittings, as the housekeeper1 could spare time from more important occupations. I’ll continue it in her own words, only a little condensed. She is, on the whole, a very fair narrator, and I don’t think I could improve her style.
In the evening, she said, the evening of my visit to the Heights, I knew, as well as if I saw him, that Mr. Heathcliff was about the place; and I shunned2 going out, because I still carried his letter in my pocket, and didn’t want to be threatened or teased any more. I had made up my mind not to give it till my master went somewhere, as I could not guess how its receipt would affect Catherine. The consequence3 was, that it did not reach her before the lapse4 of three days. The fourth was Sunday, and I brought it into her room after the family were gone to church. There was a man servant left to keep the house with me, and we generally made a practice of locking the doors during the hours of service; but on that occasion the weather was so warm and pleasant that I set them wide open, and, to fulfil my engagement, as I knew who would be coming, I told my companion that the mistress wished very much for some oranges, and he must run over to the village and get a few, to be paid for on the morrow. He departed, and I went upstairs.
Mrs. Linton sat in a loose white dress, with a light shawl over her shoulders, in the recess5 of the open window, as usual. Her thick, long hair had been partly removed at the beginning of her illness, and now she wore it simply combed in its natural tresses over her temples and neck. Her appearance was altered, as I had told Heathcliff; but when she was calm, there seemed unearthly beauty in the change. The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy6 softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond—you would have said out of this world. Then, the paleness of her face—its haggard aspect having vanished as she recovered flesh—and the peculiar7 expression arising from her mental state, though painfully suggestive of their causes, added to the touching interest which she awakened8; and—invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think—refuted more tangible9 proofs of convalescence10, and stamped her as one doomed11 to decay.
A book lay spread on the sill before her, and the scarcely perceptible wind fluttered its leaves at intervals12. I believe Linton had laid it there: for she never endeavoured to divert herself with reading, or occupation of any kind, and he would spend many an hour in trying to entice13 her attention to some subject which had formerly14 been her amusement. She was conscious of his aim, and in her better moods endured his efforts placidly15, only showing their uselessness by now and then suppressing a wearied sigh, and checking him at last with the saddest of smiles and kisses. At other times, she would turn petulantly16 away, and hide her face in her hands, or even push him off angrily; and then he took care to let her alone, for he was certain of doing no good.
Gimmerton chapel17 bells were still ringing; and the full, mellow18 flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly19 on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur20 of the summer foliage21, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf. At Wuthering Heights it always sounded on quiet days following a great thaw22 or a season of steady rain. And of Wuthering Heights Catherine was thinking as she listened: that is, if she thought or listened at all; but she had the vague, distant look I mentioned before, which expressed no recognition of material things either by ear or eye.
“There’s a letter for you, Mrs. Linton,” I said, gently inserting it in one hand that rested on her knee. “You must read it immediately, because it wants an answer. Shall I break the seal?” “Yes,” she answered, without altering the direction of her eyes. I opened it—it was very short. “Now,” I continued, “read it.” She drew away her hand, and let it fall. I replaced it in her lap, and stood waiting till it should please her to glance down; but that movement was so long delayed that at last I resumed—“Must I read it, ma’am? It is from Mr. Heathcliff.”
There was a start and a troubled gleam of recollection, and a struggle to arrange her ideas. She lifted the letter, and seemed to peruse23 it; and when she came to the signature she sighed: yet still I found she had not gathered its import, for, upon my desiring to hear her reply, she merely pointed25 to the name, and gazed at me with mournful and questioning eagerness.
“Well, he wishes to see you,” said I, guessing her need of an interpreter. “He’s in the garden by this time, and impatient to know what answer I shall bring.”
As I spoke26, I observed a large dog lying on the sunny grass beneath raise its ears as if about to bark, and then smoothing them back, announce, by a wag of the tail, that some one approached whom it did not consider a stranger. Mrs. Linton bent27 forward, and listened breathlessly. The minute after a step traversed the hall; the open house was too tempting28 for Heathcliff to resist walking in: most likely he supposed that I was inclined to shirk my promise, and so resolved to trust to his own audacity29. With straining eagerness Catherine gazed towards the entrance of her chamber30. He did not hit the right room directly: she motioned me to admit him, but he found it out ere I could reach the door, and in a stride or two was at her side, and had her grasped in his arms.
He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed31 more kisses than ever he gave in his life before, I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face! The same conviction had stricken him as me, from the instant he beheld32 her, that there was no prospect33 of ultimate recovery there—she was fated, sure to die.
“Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?” was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity34 of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish35: they did not melt.
“What now?” said Catherine, leaning back, and returning his look with a suddenly clouded brow: her humour was a mere24 vane for constantly varying caprices. “You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff! And you both come to bewail the deed to me, as if you were the people to be pitied! I shall not pity you, not I. You have killed me—and thriven on it, I think. How strong you are! How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?”
Heathcliff had knelt on one knee to embrace her; he attempted to rise, but she seized his hair, and kept him down.
“I wish I could hold you,” she continued, bitterly, “till we were both dead! I shouldn’t care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, ‘That’s the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I’ve loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!’ Will you say so, Heathcliff?”
“Don’t torture me till I’m as mad as yourself,” cried he, wrenching36 his head free, and grinding his teeth.
The two, to a cool spectator, made a strange and fearful picture. Well might Catherine deem that heaven would be a land of exile to her, unless with her mortal body she cast away her moral character also. Her present countenance37 had a wild vindictiveness38 in its white cheek, and a bloodless lip and scintillating39 eye; and she retained in her closed fingers a portion of the locks she had been grasping. As to her companion, while raising himself with one hand, he had taken her arm with the other; and so inadequate40 was his stock of gentleness to the requirements of her condition, that on his letting go I saw four distinct impressions left blue in the colourless skin.
“Are you possessed41 with a devil,” he pursued, savagely42, “to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe43 in the torments44 of hell?”
“I shall not be at peace,” moaned Catherine, recalled to a sense of physical weakness by the violent, unequal throbbing46 of her heart, which beat visibly and audibly under this excess of agitation47. She said nothing further till the paroxysm was over; then she continued, more kindly—
“I’m not wishing you greater torment45 than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress48 you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay49, if you nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words! Won’t you come here again? Do!”
Heathcliff went to the back of her chair, and leant over, but not so far as to let her see his face, which was livid with emotion. She bent round to look at him; he would not permit it: turning abruptly50, he walked to the fireplace, where he stood, silent, with his back towards us. Mrs. Linton’s glance followed him suspiciously: every movement woke a new sentiment in her. After a pause and a prolonged gaze, she resumed; addressing me in accents of indignant disappointment:—
“Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to keep me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul. And,” added she musingly51, “the thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here. I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning52 for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it. Nelly, you think you are better and more fortunate than I; in full health and strength: you are sorry for me—very soon that will be altered. I shall be sorry for you. I shall be incomparably beyond and above you all. I wonder he won’t be near me!” She went on to herself. “I thought he wished it. Heathcliff, dear! you should not be sullen53 now. Do come to me, Heathcliff.”
In her eagerness she rose and supported herself on the arm of the chair. At that earnest appeal he turned to her, looking absolutely desperate. His eyes, wide and wet, at last flashed fiercely on her; his breast heaved convulsively. An instant they held asunder54, and then how they met I hardly saw, but Catherine made a spring, and he caught her, and they were locked in an embrace from which I thought my mistress would never be released alive: in fact, to my eyes, she seemed directly insensible. He flung himself into the nearest seat, and on my approaching hurriedly to ascertain55 if she had fainted, he gnashed at me, and foamed56 like a mad dog, and gathered her to him with greedy jealousy57. I did not feel as if I were in the company of a creature of my own species: it appeared that he would not understand, though I spoke to him; so I stood off, and held my tongue, in great perplexity.
A movement of Catherine’s relieved me a little presently: she put up her hand to clasp his neck, and bring her cheek to his as he held her; while he, in return, covering her with frantic58 caresses59, said wildly—
“You teach me now how cruel you’ve been—cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring60 out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight61 you—they’ll damn you. You loved me—then what right had you to leave me? What right—answer me—for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery62 and degradation63, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict64 would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you—oh, God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?”
“Let me alone. Let me alone,” sobbed65 Catherine. “If I’ve done wrong, I’m dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won’t upbraid66 you! I forgive you. Forgive me!”
“It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,” he answered. “Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”
They were silent—their faces hid against each other, and washed by each other’s tears. At least, I suppose the weeping was on both sides; as it seemed Heathcliff could weep on a great occasion like this.
I grew very uncomfortable, meanwhile; for the afternoon wore fast away, the man whom I had sent off returned from his errand, and I could distinguish, by the shine of the western sun up the valley, a concourse thickening outside Gimmerton chapel porch.
“Service is over,” I announced. “My master will be here in half an hour.”
Heathcliff groaned67 a curse, and strained Catherine closer: she never moved.
Ere long I perceived a group of the servants passing up the road towards the kitchen wing. Mr. Linton was not far behind; he opened the gate himself and sauntered slowly up, probably enjoying the lovely afternoon that breathed as soft as summer.
“Now he is here,” I exclaimed. “For heaven’s sake, hurry down! You’ll not meet any one on the front stairs. Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is fairly in.”
“I must go, Cathy,” said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate68 himself from his companion’s arms. “But if I live, I’ll see you again before you are asleep. I won’t stray five yards from your window.”
“You must not go!” she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. “You shall not, I tell you.”
“For one hour,” he pleaded earnestly.
“Not for one minute,” she replied.
“I must—Linton will be up immediately,” persisted the alarmed intruder.
He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act—she clung fast, gasping69: there was mad resolution in her face.
“No!” she shrieked70. “Oh, don’t, don’t go. It is the last time! Edgar will not hurt us. Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall die!”
“Damn the fool! There he is,” cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat. “Hush71, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I’ll stay. If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing72 on my lips.”
And there they were fast again. I heard my master mounting the stairs—the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified73.
“Are you going to listen to her ravings?” I said, passionately74. “She does not know what she says. Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You could be free instantly. That is the most diabolical75 deed that ever you did. We are all done for—master, mistress, and servant.”
I wrung76 my hands, and cried out; and Mr. Linton hastened his step at the noise. In the midst of my agitation, I was sincerely glad to observe that Catherine’s arms had fallen relaxed, and her head hung down.
“She’s fainted, or dead,” I thought: “so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to all about her.”
Edgar sprang to his unbidden guest, blanched77 with astonishment78 and rage. What he meant to do I cannot tell; however, the other stopped all demonstrations79, at once, by placing the lifeless-looking form in his arms.
“Look there!” he said. “Unless you be a fiend, help her first—then you shall speak to me!”
He walked into the parlour, and sat down. Mr. Linton summoned me, and with great difficulty, and after resorting to many means, we managed to restore her to sensation; but she was all bewildered; she sighed, and moaned, and knew nobody. Edgar, in his anxiety for her, forgot her hated friend. I did not. I went, at the earliest opportunity, and besought80 him to depart; affirming that Catherine was better, and he should hear from me in the morning how she passed the night.
“I shall not refuse to go out of doors,” he answered; “but I shall stay in the garden: and, Nelly, mind you keep your word to-morrow. I shall be under those larch-trees. Mind! or I pay another visit, whether Linton be in or not.”
He sent a rapid glance through the half-open door of the chamber, and, ascertaining81 that what I stated was apparently82 true, delivered the house of his luckless presence.
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62 misery [ˈmɪzəri] 第7级 | |
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63 degradation [ˌdegrəˈdeɪʃn] 第10级 | |
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64 inflict [ɪnˈflɪkt] 第7级 | |
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65 sobbed ['sɒbd] 第7级 | |
哭泣,啜泣( sob的过去式和过去分词 ); 哭诉,呜咽地说 | |
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66 upbraid [ʌpˈbreɪd] 第10级 | |
vt.斥责,责骂,责备 | |
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67 groaned [ɡrəund] 第7级 | |
v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 );发牢骚;抱怨;受苦 | |
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68 extricate [ˈekstrɪkeɪt] 第10级 | |
vt.拯救,救出;解脱 | |
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69 gasping ['gæspɪŋ] 第7级 | |
adj. 气喘的, 痉挛的 动词gasp的现在分词 | |
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70 shrieked [ʃri:kt] 第7级 | |
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71 hush [hʌʃ] 第8级 | |
int.嘘,别出声;n.沉默,静寂;v.使安静 | |
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72 blessing [ˈblesɪŋ] 第7级 | |
n.祈神赐福;祷告;祝福,祝愿 | |
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73 horrified ['hɔrifaid] 第8级 | |
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74 passionately ['pæʃənitli] 第8级 | |
ad.热烈地,激烈地 | |
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75 diabolical [ˌdaɪəˈbɒlɪkl] 第11级 | |
adj.恶魔似的,凶暴的 | |
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76 wrung [rʌŋ] 第7级 | |
绞( wring的过去式和过去分词 ); 握紧(尤指别人的手); 把(湿衣服)拧干; 绞掉(水) | |
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77 blanched [blæntʃt] 第10级 | |
v.使变白( blanch的过去式 );使(植物)不见阳光而变白;酸洗(金属)使有光泽;用沸水烫(杏仁等)以便去皮 | |
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78 astonishment [əˈstɒnɪʃmənt] 第8级 | |
n.惊奇,惊异 | |
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79 demonstrations [demənst'reɪʃnz] 第8级 | |
证明( demonstration的名词复数 ); 表明; 表达; 游行示威 | |
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80 besought [bɪ'sɔ:t] 第11级 | |
v.恳求,乞求(某事物)( beseech的过去式和过去分词 );(beseech的过去式与过去分词) | |
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81 ascertaining [ˌæsəˈteinɪŋ] 第7级 | |
v.弄清,确定,查明( ascertain的现在分词 ) | |
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82 apparently [əˈpærəntli] 第7级 | |
adv.显然地;表面上,似乎 | |
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