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标 题: Wuthering Heights 28
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Chapter 28
On the fifth morning, or rather afternoon, a different step
approached--lighter and shorter; and, thistime, the person entered the
room. It was Zillah; donned in her scarlet shawl, with a black silkbonnet
on her head, and a willow basket swung to her arm.
`Eh, dear! Mrs Dean!' she exclaimed. `Well! there is a talk about you
at Gimmerton. I neverthought but you were sunk in the Blackhorse marsh,
and missy with you, till master told me you'dbeen found, and he'd lodged
you here! What! and you must have got on an island, sure? And howlong were
you in the hole? Did master save you, Mrs Dean? But you're not so
thin--you've notbeen so poorly, have you?'
`Your master is a true scoundrel!' I replied. `But he shall answer for
it. He needn't have raised thattale: it shall all be laid bare!'
`What do you mean?' asked zillah. `It's not his tale: they tell that in
the village--about your beinglost in the marsh: and I calls to Earnshaw,
when I come in--"Eh, they's queer things, Mr Hareton,happened since I went
off. It's a sad pity of that likely young lass, and cant Nelly Dean.''
He stared.I thought he had not heard aught, so I told him the rumour. The
master listened, and he just smiledto himself, and said, ``If they have
been in the marsh, they are out now, Zillah. Nelly Dean islodged, at this
minute, in your room. You can tell her to flit, when you go up; here is
the key. Thebog water got into her head, and she would have run home quite
flighty; but I fixed her till she cameround to her senses. You can bid
her go to the Grange at once, if she be able, and carry a messagefrom me,
that her young lady will follow in time to attend the squire's funeral."'
`Mr Edgar is not dead?' I gasped. `Oh! Zillah, Zillah!'
`No, no; sit you down, my good mistress,' she replied, `you're right
sickly yet. He's not dead:Doctor Kenneth thinks he may last another day.
I met him on the road and asked.'
Instead of sitting down, I snatched my outdoor things, and hastened below,
for the way was free.On entering the house, I looked about for someone
to give information of Catherine. The place wasfilled with sunshine, and
the door stood wide open; but nobody seemed at hand. As I hesitatedwhether
to go off at once, or return and seek my mistress, a slight cough drew
my attention to thehearth. Linton lay on the settle, sole tenant, sucking
a stick of sugar-candy, and pursuing mymovements with apathetic eyes.
`Where is Miss Catherine?' I demanded sternly, supposing I couldfrighten
him into giving intelligence, by catching him thus, alone. He sucked on
like an innocent.
`Is she gone?' I said.
`No,' he replied; `she's upstairs: she's not to go; we won't let her.'
`You won't let her, little idiot!' I exclaimed. `Direct me to her room
immediately, or I'll make yousing out sharply.'
`Papa would make you sing out, if you attempted to get there,' he answered.
`He says I'm not tobe soft with Catherine: she's my wife, and it's shameful
that she should wish to leave me. He says,she hates me and wants me to
die, that she may have my money; but she shan't have it: and sheshan't
go home! She never shall!--she may cry, and be sick as much as she pleases!'
He resumed his former occupation, closing his lids, as if he meant to
drop asleep.
`Master Heathcliff,' I resumed, `have you forgotten all Catherine's
kindness to you last winter,when you affirmed you loved her, and when she
brought you books and sung you songs, and camemany a time through wind
and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you wouldbe
disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to
you: and now youbelieve the lies your father tells, though you know he
detests you both. And you join him againsther. That's fine gratitude, is
it not?'
The corner of Linton's mouth fell, and he took the sugar-candy from his
lips.
`Did she come to Wuthering Heights, because she hated you?' I continued.
`Think for yourself! Asto your money, she does not even know that you will
have any. And you say she's sick; and yet,you leave her alone, up there
in a strange house! You who have felt what it is to be so neglected!You
could pity your own sufferings; and she pitied them too; but you won't
pity hers! I shed tears,Master Heathcliff, you see--an elderly woman, and
a servant merely--and you, after pretendingsuch affection, and having
reason to worship her almost, store every tear you have for yourself,
andlie there quite at ease. Ah! you're a heartless, selfish boy!'
`I can't stay with her,' he answered crossly. `I'll not stay by myself.
She cries so I can't bear it. Andshe won't give over, though I say I'll
call my father. I did call him once, and he threatened to strangleher,
if she was not quiet; but she began again the instant he left the room,
moaning and grieving allnight long, though I screamed for vexation that
I couldn't sleep.'
`Is Mr Heathcliff out?' I inquired, perceiving that the wretched creature
had no power tosympathize with his cousin's mental tortures.
`He's in the court,' he replied, `talking to Dr Kenneth; who says uncle
is dying, truly, at last. I'mglad, for I shall be master of the Grange
after him--and Catherine always spoke of it as her house.It isn't hers!
It's mine: papa says everything she has is mine. All her nice books are
mine; she offeredto give me them, and her pretty birds, and her pony Minny,
if I would get the key of our room, andlet her out; but I told her she
had nothing to give, they were all, all mine. And then she cried, andtook
a little picture from her neck, and said I should have that; two pictures
in a gold case, on oneside her mother, and on the other, uncle, when they
were young. That was yesterday--I said theywere mine, too; and tried to
get them from her. The spiteful thing wouldn't let me: she pushed meoff,
and hurt me. I shrieked out--that frightens her--she heard papa coming,
and she broke thehinges and divided the case, and gave me her mother's
portrait; the other she attempted to hide: butpapa asked what was the
matter, and I explained it. He took the one I had away, and ordered herto
resign hers to me; she refused, and he--he struck her down, and wrenched
it off the chain, andcrushed it with his foot.'
`And were you pleased to see her struck?' I asked: having my designs in
encouraging his talk.
`I winked,' he answered: `I wink to see my father strike a dog or a horse,
he does it so hard. Yet Iwas glad at first--she deserved punishing for
pushing me: but when papa was gone, she made mecome to the window and showed
me her cheek cut on the inside, against her teeth, and her mouthfilling
with blood; and then she gathered up the bits of the picture, and went
and sat down with herface to the wall, and she has never spoken to me since:
and I sometimes think she can't speak forpain. I don't like to think so;
but she's a naughty thing for crying continually; and she looks so paleand
wild, I'm afraid of her.'
`And you can get the key if you choose?' I said.
`Yes, when I'm upstairs,' he answered; `but I can't walk upstairs now.
`In what apartment is it?' I asked.
`Oh,' he cried, `I shan't tell you where it is! It is our secret. Nobody,
neither Hareton nor Zillah, isto know. There! you've tired me--go away,
go away!' And he turned his face on to his arm, andshut his eyes again.
I considered it best to depart without seeing Mr Heathcliff, and bring
a rescue for my young ladyfrom the Grange. On reaching it, the astonishment
of my fellow-servants to see me, and their joyalso, was intense; and when
they heard that their little mistress was safe, two or three were about
tohurry up and shout the news at Mr Edgar's door: but I bespoke the
announcement of it, myself.How changed I found him, even in those few days!
He lay an image of sadness and resignationwaiting his death. Very young
he looked; though his actual age was thirty-nine, one would havecalled
him ten years younger, at least. He thought of Catherine; for he murmured
her name. Itouched his hand, and spoke.
`Catherine is coming, dear master!' I whispered; `she is alive and well;
and will be here, I hope,tonight.'
I trembled at the first effects of this intelligence: he half rose up,
looked eagerly round theapartment, and then sank back in a swoon. As soon
as he recovered, I related our compulsoryvisit, and detention at the
Heights. I said Heathcliff forced me to go in: which was not quite true.
Iuttered as little as possible against Linton; nor did I describe all his
father's brutal conduct--myintentions being to add no bitterness, if I
could help it, to his already overflowing cup.
He divined that one of his enemy's purposes was to secure the personal
property, as well as theestate, to his son: or rather himself; yet why
he did not wait till his decease was a puzzle to mymaster, because ignorant
how nearly he and his nephew would quit the world together. However,he
felt that his will had better be altered: instead of leaving Catherine's
fortune at her own disposal,he determined to put it in the hands of
trustees for her use during life, and for her children, if she hadany,
after her. By that means, it could not fall to Mr Heathcliff should Linton
die.
Having received his orders, I dispatched a man to fetch the attorney,
and four more, provided withserviceable weapons, to demand my young lady
of her jailer. Both parties were delayed very late.The single servant
returned first. He said Mr Green, the lawyer, was out when he arrived at
hishouse, and he had to wait two hours for his re-entrance; and then Mr
Green told him he had a littlebusiness in the village that must be done;
but he would be at Thrushcross Grange before morning.The four men came
back unaccompanied also. They brought word that Catherine was ill: too
ill toquit her room; and Heathcliff would not suffer them to see her. I
scolded the stupid fellows well forlistening to that tale, which I would
not carry to my master; resolving to take a whole bevy up to theHeights,
at daylight, and storm it literally, unless the prisoner were quietly
surrendered to us. Herfather shall see her, I vowed, and vowed again, if
that devil be killed on his own doorstones intrying to prevent it!
Happily, I was spared the journey and the trouble. I had gone downstairs
at three o'clock to fetcha jug of water; and was passing through the hall
with it in my hand, when a sharp knock at the frontdoor made me jump. `Oh!
it is Green,' I said, recollecting myself--`only Green,' and I went
on,intending to send somebody else to open it; but the knock was repeated:
not loud, and stillimportunately. I put the jug on the banister and
hastened to admit him myself. The harvest moonshone clear outside. It was
not the attorney. My own sweet little mistress sprang on my neck,sobbing:
`Ellen! Ellen! is papa alive?'
`Yes,' I cried: `yes, my angel, he is. God be thanked, you are safe with
us again!'
She wanted to run, breathless as she was, upstairs to Mr Linton's room;
but I compelled her to sitdown on a chair, and made her drink, and washed
her pale face, chafing it into a faint colour withmy apron. Then I said
I must go first, and tell of her arrival; imploring her to say, she should
behappy with young Heathcliff. She stared, but soon comprehending why I
counselled her to utter thefalsehood, she assured me she would not
complain.
I couldn't abide to be present at their meeting. I stood outside the
chamber door a quarter of anhour, and hardly ventured near the bed, then.
All was composed, however: Catherine's despair wasas silent as her
father's joy. She supported him calmly, in appearance; and he fixed on
her featureshis raised eyes, that seemed dilating with ecstasy.
He died blissfully, Mr Lockwood: he died so. Kissing her cheek, he
murmured.
`I am going to her; and you, darling child, shall come to us!' and never
stirred or spoke again; butcontinued that rapt, radiant gaze, till his
pulse imperceptibly stopped and his soul departed. Nonecould have noticed
the exact minute of his death, it was so entirely without a struggle.
Whether Catherine had spent her tears, or whether the grief were too
weighty to let them flow, shesat there dry-eyed till the sun rose: she
sat till noon, and would still have remained brooding overthat deathbed,
but I insisted on her coming away and taking some repose. It was well I
succeededin removing her; for at dinner time appeared the lawyer, having
called at Wuthering Heights to gethis instructions how to behave. He had
sold himself to Mr Heathcliff, and that was the cause of hisdelay in
obeying my master's summons. Fortunately, no thought of worldly affairs
crossed thelatter's mind, to disturb him, after his daughter's arrival.
Mr Green took upon himself to order everything and everybody about the
place. He gave all theservants, but me, notice to quit. He would have
carried his delegated authority to the point ofinsisting that Edgar Linton
should not be buried beside his wife, but in the chapel, with his
family.There was the will, however, to hinder that, and my loud
protestations against any infringement of itsdirections. The funeral was
hurried over; Catherine, Mrs Linton Heathcliff now, was suffered to stayat
the Grange till her father's corpse had quitted it.
She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk
of liberating her. She heardthe men I sent disputing at the door, and she
gathered the sense of Heathcliff's answer. It drove herdesperate. Linton,
who had been conveyed up to the little parlour soon after I left, was
terrified intofetching the key before his father re-ascended. He had the
cunning to unlock and relock the door,without shutting it; and when he
should have gone to bed, he begged to sleep with Hareton, and hispetition
was granted for once. Catherine stole out before break of day. She dare
not try the doors,lest the dogs should raise an alarm; she visited the
empty chambers and examined their windows;and, luckily, lighting on her
mother's, she got easily out of its lattice, and on to the ground, by
meansof the fir tree close by. Her accomplice suffered for his share in
the escape, notwithstanding histimid contrivances.
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