Wuthering Heights. Эмили Бронте
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agitation.
‘It is no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
Her companion rose up, but he hadn’t time to express his feelings further, for a horse’s feet were heard on the flags, and, having knocked gently, young Linton entered, his face brilliant with delight at the unexpected summons he had received.
Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends as one came in, and the other went out. The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak, hilly, coal country for a beautiful fertile valley; and his voice and greeting were as opposite as his aspect – He had a sweet, low manner of speaking, and pronounced his words as you do, that’s less gruff than we talk here, and softer.
‘I’m not come too soon, am I?’ he said, casting a look at me. I had begun to wipe the plate, and tidy some drawers at the far end in the dresser.
‘No,’ answered Catherine. ‘What are you doing there, Nelly?’
‘My work, Miss,’ I replied. (Mr Hindley had given me directions to make a third party in any private visits Linton chose to pay.)
She stepped behind me and whispered crossly, ‘Take yourself and your dusters off! when company are in the house, servants don’t commence scouring and cleaning in the room where they are!’
‘It’s a good opportunity, now that master is away,’ I answered aloud: ‘he hates me to be fidgeting over these things in his presence – I’m sure Mr Edgar will excuse me.’
‘I hate you to be fidgeting in my presence,’ exclaimed the young lady imperiously, not allowing her guest time to speak – she had failed to recover her equanimity since the little dispute with Heathcliff.
‘I’m sorry for it, Miss Catherine!’ was my response; and I proceeded assiduously with my occupation.
She, supposing Edgar could not see her, snatched the cloth from my hand, and pinched me, with a prolonged wrench, very spitefully on the arm.
I’ve said I did not love her; and rather relished mortifying her vanity, now and then; besides, she hurt me extremely, so I started up from my knees, and screamed out.
‘O, Miss, that’s a nasty trick! you have no right to nip me, and I’m not going to bear it!’
‘I didn’t touch you, you lying creature!’ cried she, her fingers tingling to repeat the act, and her ears red with rage. She never had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole complexion in a blaze.
‘What’s that, then?’ I retorted; showing a decided purple witness to refute her.
She stamped her foot, wavered a moment, and then, irresistibly impelled by the naughty spirit within her, slapped me on the cheek a stinging blow that filled both eyes with water.
‘Catherine, love! Catherine!’ interposed Linton, greatly shocked at the double fault of falsehood, and violence which his idol had committed.
‘Leave the room, Ellen!’ she repeated, trembling all over.
Little Hareton, who followed me everywhere, and was sitting near me on the floor, at seeing my tears commenced crying himself, and sobbed out complaints against ‘wicked aunt Cathy,’ which drew her fury on to his unlucky head: she seized his shoulders, and shook him till the poor child waxed livid, and Edgar thoughtlessly laid hold of her hands to deliver him. In an instant one was wrung free, and the astonished young man felt it applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for jest.
He drew back in consternation – I lifted Hareton in my arms, and walked off to the kitchen with him, leaving the door of communication open, for I was curious to watch how they would settle their disagreement.
The insulted visiter moved to the spot where he had laid his hat, pale and with a quivering lip.
‘That’s right!’ I said to myself. ‘Take warning and begone! It’s a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her genuine disposition.’
‘Where are you going?’ demanded Catherine, advancing to the door.
He swerved aside and attempted to pass.
‘You must not go!’ she exclaimed energetically.
‘I must and shall!’ he replied in a subdued voice.
‘No,’ she persisted, grasping the handle; ‘not yet, Edgar Linton – sit down, you shall not leave me in that temper. I should be miserable, all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!’
‘Can I stay after you have struck me?’ asked Linton.
Catherine was mute.
‘You’ve made me afraid, and ashamed of you,’ he continued; ‘I’ll not come here again!’
Her eyes began to glisten and her lids to twinkle.
‘And you told a deliberate untruth!’ he said.
‘I didn’t!’ she cried, recovering her speech. ‘I did nothing deliberately – Well, go, if you please – get away! And now I’ll cry – I’ll cry myself sick!’
She dropped down on her knees by a chair and set to weeping in serious earnest.
Edgar persevered in his resolution as far as the court; there, he lingered. I resolved to encourage him.
‘Miss is dreadfully wayward, sir!’ I called out. ‘As bad as any marred child – you’d better be riding home, or else she will be sick, only to grieve us.’
The soft thing looked askance through the window – he possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten –
Ah, I thought, there will be no saving him – He’s doomed, and flies to his fate!
And, so it was; he turned abruptly, hastened into the house again, shut the door behind him; and, when I went in a while after to inform them that Earnshaw had come home rabid drunk, ready to pull the old place about our ears (his ordinary frame of mind in that condition), I saw the quarrel had merely effected a closer intimacy – had broken the outworks of youthful timidity, and enabled them to forsake the disguise of friendship, and confess themselves lovers.
Intelligence of Mr Hindley’s arrival drove Linton speedily to his horse, and Catherine to her chamber. I went to hide little Hareton, and to take the shot out of the master’s fowling-piece, which he was fond of playing with in his insane excitement, to the hazard of the lives of any who provoked, or even attracted his notice too much; and I had hit upon the plan of removing it, that he might do less mischief, if he did go the length of firing the gun.
He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son away in the kitchen cupboard. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild-beast’s fondness, or his madman’s rage – for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the other of being flung into the fire, or dashed against the wall – and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him.
‘There, I’ve found it out at last!’ cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of the neck, like a dog. ‘By Heaven and Hell, you’ve sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way. But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving knife, Nelly! You needn’t laugh; for I’ve just crammed Kenneth, head-downmost, in the Blackhorse marsh; and two is the same as one – and I want to kill some of you, I shall have no rest till I do!’
‘But I don’t like the carving knife, Mr Hindley,’ I answered; ‘it has been cutting red herrings – I’d rather be shot if you please.’
‘You’d rather be damned!’