[分享]呼啸山庄全集（中英文）

亦汐

人 物 表


恩萧先生 ——　呼啸山庄主人

辛德雷·恩萧 ——　其　子

凯瑟琳·恩萧 ——　其女，小名凯蒂

希刺克厉夫 ——　恩萧抚养的孤儿

弗兰西斯 ——　辛德雷之妻

哈里顿·恩萧 ——　辛德雷之子

丁耐莉 ——　女管家，又名艾伦

约瑟夫 ——　呼啸山庄的老仆人

林惇先生 ——　画眉田庄主人

埃德加·林惇 ——　其子，后娶凯瑟琳·恩萧

伊莎贝拉·林惇 ——　其女，后嫁希刺克厉夫

凯瑟琳·林惇 —— 埃德加与凯瑟琳之女，亦名凯蒂林惇·希刺克厉夫

伊莎贝拉与希刺克厉夫之子

洛克乌德先生 ——　房　客

肯尼兹医生 ——　当地医生

齐　拉 ——　呼啸山庄的女仆

亦汐

第一章




一八○一年。我刚刚拜访过我的房东回来——就是那个将要给我惹麻烦的孤独的邻居。这儿可真是一个美丽的乡间！在整个英格兰境内，我不相信我竟能找到这样一个能与尘世的喧嚣完全隔绝的地方，一个厌世者的理想的天堂。而希刺克厉夫和我正是分享这儿荒凉景色的如此合适的一对。一个绝妙的人！在我骑着马走上前去时，看见他的黑眼睛缩在眉毛下猜忌地瞅着我。而在我通报自己姓名时．他把手指更深地藏到背心袋里，完全是一副不信任我的神气。刹那间，我对他产生了亲切之感，而他却根本未察觉到。

“希刺克厉夫先生吗？”我说。

回答是点一下头。

“先生，我是洛克乌德，您的新房客。我一到这儿就尽可能马上来向您表示敬意，希望我坚持要租画眉田庄没什么使您不方便。昨天我听说您想——”。

“画眉田庄是我自己的，先生。”他打断了我的话，闪避着。“只要是我能够阻止，我总是不允许任何人给我什么不方便的。进来吧！”

这一声“进来”是咬着牙说出来的，表示了这样一种情绪，“见鬼！”甚至他靠着的那扇大门也没有对这句许诺表现出同情而移动；我想情况决定我接受这样的邀请：我对一个仿佛比我还更怪僻的人颇感兴趣。

他看见我的马的胸部简直要碰上栅栏了，竟也伸手解开了门链，然后阴郁地领我走上石路，在我们到了院子里的时候，就叫着：

“约瑟夫，把洛克乌德先生的马牵走。拿点酒来。”

“我想他全家只有这一个人吧，”那句双重命令引起了这种想法。“怪不得石板缝间长满了草，而且只有牛替他们修剪篱笆哩。”

约瑟夫是个上年纪的人，不，简直是个老头——也许很老了，虽然还很健壮结实。“求主保佑我们！”他接过我的马时，别别扭扭地不高兴地低声自言自语着，同时又那么愤怒地盯着我的脸，使我善意地揣度他一定需要神来帮助才能消化他的饭食，而他那虔诚的突然喊叫跟我这突然来访是毫无关系的。

呼啸山庄是希刺克厉夫先生的住宅名称。“呼啸”是一个意味深长的内地形容词，形容这地方在风暴的天气里所受的气压骚动。的确，他们这儿一定是随时都流通着振奋精神的纯洁空气。从房屋那头有几棵矮小的枞树过度倾斜，还有那一排瘦削的荆棘都向着一个方向伸展枝条，仿佛在向太阳乞讨温暖，就可以猜想到北风吹过的威力了。幸亏建筑师有先见把房子盖得很结实：窄小的窗子深深地嵌在墙里，墙角有大块的凸出的石头防护着。

在跨进门槛之前，我停步观赏房屋前面大量的稀奇古怪的雕刻，特别是正门附近，那上面除了许多残破的怪兽和不知羞的小男孩外，我还发现“一五○○”年代和“哈里顿·恩萧”的名字。我本想说一两句话，向这倨傲无礼的主人请教这地方的简短历史，但是从他站在门口的姿势看来，是要我赶快进去，要不就干脆离开，而我在参观内部之前也并不想增加他的不耐烦。

不用经过任何穿堂过道，我们径直进了这家的起坐间：他们颇有见地索性把这里叫作“屋子”。一般所谓屋子是把厨房和大厅都包括在内的；但是我认为在呼啸山庄里，厨房是被迫撤退到另一个角落里去了；至少我辨别出在顶里面有喋喋的说话声和厨房用具的磕碰声；而且在大壁炉里我并没看出烧煮或烘烤食物的痕迹，墙上也没有铜锅和锡滤锅之类在闪闪发光。倒是在屋子的一头，在一个大橡木橱柜上摆着一叠叠的白镴盘子；以及一些银壶和银杯散置着，一排排，垒得高高的直到屋顶，的确它们射出的光线和热气映照得灿烂夺目。橱柜从未上过漆；它的整个构造任凭人去研究。只是有一处，被摆满了麦饼、牛羊腿和火腿之类的木架遮盖住了。壁炉台上有杂七杂八的老式难看的枪，还有一对马枪；并且，为了装饰起见，还有三个画得俗气的茶叶罐靠边排列着。地是平滑的白石铺砌的；椅子是高背的，老式的结构，涂着绿色；一两把笨重的黑椅子藏在暗处。橱柜下面的圆拱里，躺着一条好大的、猪肝色的母猎狗，一窝唧唧叫着的小狗围着它，还有些狗在别的空地走动。

要是这屋子和家具属于一个质朴的北方农民，他有着顽强的面貌，以及穿短裤和绑腿套挺方便的粗壮的腿，那倒没有什么稀奇。这样的人，坐在他的扶手椅上，一大杯啤酒在面前的圆桌上冒着白沫，只要你在饭后适当的时间，在这山中方圆五六英里区域内走一趟，总可以看得到的。但是希刺克厉夫先生和他的住宅，以及生活方式，却形成一种古怪的对比。在外貌上他像一个黑皮肤的吉普赛人，在衣着和风度上他又像个绅士——也就是，像乡绅那样的绅士：也许有点邋遢，可是懒拖拖的并不难看，因为他有一个挺拔、漂亮的身材；而且有点郁郁不乐的样子。可能有人会怀疑，他因某种程度的缺乏教养而傲慢无礼；我内心深处却产生了同情之感，认为他并不是这类人。我直觉地知道他的冷淡是由于对矫揉造作——对互相表示亲热感到厌恶。他把爱和恨都掩盖起来，至于被人爱或恨，他又认为是一种鲁莽的事。不，我这样下判断可太早了：我把自己的特性慷慨地施与他了。希刺克厉夫先生遇见一个算是熟人时，便把手藏起来，也许另有和我所想的完全不同的原因。但愿我这天性可称得上是特别的吧。我亲爱的母亲总说我永远不会有个舒服的家。直到去年夏天我自己才证实了真是完全不配有那样一个家。

我正在海边享受着一个月的好天气的当儿，一下子认识了一个迷人的人儿——在她还没注意到我的时候，在我眼中她就是一个真正的女神。我从来没有把我的爱情说出口；可是，如果神色可以传情的话，连傻子也猜得出我在没命地爱她。后来她懂得我的意思了，就回送我一个秋波——一切可以想象得到的顾盼中最甜蜜的秋波。我怎么办呢？我羞愧地忏悔了——冷冰冰地退缩，像个蜗牛似的；她越看我，我就缩得越冷越远。直到最后这可怜的天真的孩子不得不怀疑她自己的感觉，她自以为猜错了，感到非常惶惑，便说服她母亲撤营而去。由于我古怪的举止，我得了个冷酷无情的名声；

多么冤枉啊，那只有我自己才能体会。

我在炉边的椅子上坐下，我的房东就去坐对面的一把。为了消磨这一刻的沉默，我想去摩弄那只母狗。它才离开那窝崽子，正在凶狠地偷偷溜到我的腿后面，呲牙咧嘴地，白牙上馋涎欲滴。我的爱抚却使它从喉头里发出一声长长的狺声。

“你最好别理这只狗，”希刺克厉夫先生以同样的音调咆哮着，跺一下脚来警告它。“它是不习惯受人娇惯的——它不是当作玩意儿养的。”接着，他大步走到一个边门，又大叫：

“约瑟夫！”

约瑟夫在地窖的深处咕哝着，可是并不打算上来。因此他的主人就下地窖去找他，留下我和那凶暴的母狗和一对狰狞的蓬毛守羊狗面面相觑。这对狗同那母狗一起对我的一举一动都提防着，监视着。我并不想和犬牙打交道，就静坐着不动；然而，我以为它们不会理解沉默的蔑视，不幸我又对这三只狗挤挤眼，作作鬼脸，我脸上的某种变化如此激怒了狗夫人，它忽然暴怒，跳上我的膝盖。我把它推开，赶忙拉过一张桌子作挡箭牌。这举动惹起了公愤；六只大小不同、年龄不一的四脚恶魔，从暗处一齐窜到屋中。我觉得我的脚跟和衣边尤其是攻击的目标，就一面尽可能有效地用火钳来挡开较大的斗士，一面又不得不大声求援，请这家里的什么人来重建和平。

希刺克厉夫和他的仆人迈着烦躁的懒洋洋的脚步，爬上了地窖的梯阶：我认为他们走得并不比平常快一秒钟，虽然炉边已经给撕咬和狂吠闹得大乱。幸亏厨房里有人快步走来：一个健壮的女人，她卷着衣裙，光着胳臂，两颊火红，挥舞着一个煎锅冲到我们中间——而且运用那个武器和她的舌头颇为见效，很奇妙地平息了这场风暴。等她的主人上场时，她已如大风过后却还在起伏的海洋一般，喘息着。

“见鬼，到底是怎么回事？”他问。就在我刚才受到那样不礼貌的接待后，他还这样瞅着我，可真难以忍受。

“是啊，真是见鬼！”我咕噜着。“先生，有鬼附体的猪群，①还没有您那些畜生凶呢。您倒不如把一个生客丢给一群老虎的好！”

①有鬼附体的猪群——见《圣经·新约·路加福音》第八章第三十一节到第三十三节：“鬼就央求耶稣，不要吩咐他们到无底坑里去。那里有一大群猪，在山上吃食。鬼央求耶稣，准他们进入猪里去。耶稣准了他们。鬼就从那人身上出来，进入猪里去。于是那群猪闯下山崖，投在湖里淹死了。”

“对于不碰它们的人，它们不会多事的。”他说，把酒瓶放在我面前，又把搬开的桌子归回原位。

“狗是应该警觉的。喝杯酒吗？”

“不，谢谢您。”

“没给咬着吧？”

“我要是给咬着了，我可要在这咬人的东西上打上我的印记呢。”

希刺克厉夫的脸上现出笑容。

“好啦，好啦，”他说，“你受惊啦，洛克乌德先生。喏，喝点酒。这所房子里客人极少，所以我愿意承认，我和我的狗都不大知道该怎么接待客人。先生，祝你健康！”

我鞠躬，也回敬了他；我开始觉得为了一群狗的失礼而坐在那儿生气，可有点傻。此外，我也讨厌让这个家伙再取笑我，因为他的兴致已经转到取乐上来了。也许他也已察觉到，得罪一个好房客是愚蠢的，语气便稍稍委婉些，提起了他以为我会有兴趣的话头——谈到我目前住处的优点与缺点。我发现他对我们所触及的话题，是非常有才智的；在我回家之前，我居然兴致勃勃，提出明天再来拜访。而他显然并不愿我再来打搅。但是，我还是要去。我感到我自己跟他比起来是多么擅长交际啊，这可真是惊人。

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Chapter 1




1801.-

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord--the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still farther in his waistcoat, as I announced my name.

`Mr Heathcliff!' I said.

A nod was the answer.

`Mr Lockwood, your new tenant, sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival, to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange: I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts--'

`Thrushcross Grange is my own, sir,' he interrupted, wincing. `I should not allow anyone to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it--walk in!'

The `walk in' was uttered with closed teeth, and expressed the sentiment, `Go to the deuce': even the gate over which he leant manifested no sympathizing movement to the words; and I think that circumstance determined me to accept the invitation: I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

When he saw my horse's breast fairly pushing the barrier, he did put out his hand to unchain it, and then sullenly preceded me up the causeway, calling, as we entered the court: `Joseph, take Mr Lockwood's horse; and bring up some wine.'

`Here we have the whole establishment of domestics, I suppose,' was the reflection suggested by this compound order.

`No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge-cutters.

Joseph was an elderly, nay, an old man: very old, perhaps, though hale and sinewy. `The Lord help us!' he soliloquized in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Wuthering Heights is the name of Mr Heathcliff's dwelling. `Wuthering' being a significant provincial adjective, descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather. Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed; one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones.

Before passing the threshold, I paused to admire a quantity of grotesque carving lavished over the front, and especially about the principal door; above which, among a wilderness of crumbling griffins and shameless little boys, I detected the date `1500', and the name `Hareton Earnshaw'. I would have made a few comments, and requested a short history of the place from the surly owner; but his attitude at the door appeared to demand my speedy entrance, or complete departure, and I had no desire to aggravate his impatience previous to inspecting the penetralium.

One step brought us into the family sitting-room, without any introductory lobby or passage: they call it here `the house' preeminently. It includes kitchen and parlour, generally; but I believe at Wuthering Heights the kitchen is forced to retreat altogether into another quarter: at least I distinguished a chatter of tongues, and a clatter of culinary utensils, deep within; and I observed no signs of roasting, boiling, or baking, about the huge fireplace; nor any glitter of copper saucepans and tin cullenders on the walls. One end, indeed, reflected splendidly both light and heat from ranks of immense pewter dishes, interspersed with silver jugs and tankards, towering row after row, on a vast oak dresser, to the very roof. The latter had never been underdrawn: its entire anatomy lay bare to an inquiring eye, except where a frame of wood laden with oatcakes and clusters of legs of beef, mutton, and ham, concealed it. Above the chimney were sundry villainous ; old guns, and a couple of horse-pistols: and, by way of ornament, three gaudily painted canisters disposed along its ledge. The floor was of smooth, white stone; the chairs, high-backed, primitive structures, painted green: one or two heavy black ones lurking in the shade. In an arch under the dresser, reposed a huge, liver-coloured bitch pointer, surrounded by a swarm of squealing puppies; and other dogs haunted other recesses.

The apartment and furniture would have been nothing extraordinary as belonging to a homely, northern farmer, with a stubborn countenance, and stalwart limbs set out to advantage in knee breeches and gaiters. Such an individual seated in his armchair, his mug of ale frothing on the round table before him, is to be seen in any circuit of five or six miles among these hills, if you go at the right time after dinner. But Mr Heathcliff forms a singular contrast to his abode and style of living. He is a dark-skinned gipsy in aspect, in dress and manners a gentleman: that is, as much a gentleman as many a country squire: rather slovenly, perhaps, yet not looking amiss with his negligence, because he has an erect and handsome figure; and rather morose. Possibly, some people might suspect him of a degree of under-bred pride; I have a sympathetic chord within that tells me it is nothing of the sort: I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling--to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again. No, I'm running on too fast: I bestow my own attributes over liberally on him. Mr Heathcliff may have entirely dissimilar reasons for keeping his hand out of the way when he meets a would-be acquaintance, to those which actuate me. Let me hope my constitution is almost peculiar: my dear mother used to say I should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I proved myself perfectly unworthy of one.

While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a real goddess in my eyes, as long as she took no notice of me. I `never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return--the sweetest of all imaginable looks. And what did I do? I confess it with shame--shrunk icily into myself, like a snail; at every glance retired colder and further; till finally the poor innocent was led to doubt her own senses, and, overwhelmed with confusion at her supposed mistake, persuaded her mamma to decamp. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

I took a seat at the end of the hearthstone opposite that towards which my landlord advanced, and filled up an interval of silence by attempting to caress the canine mother, who had left her nursery, and was sneaking wolfishly to the back of my legs, her lip curled up, and her white teeth watering for a snatch. My caress provoked a long, guttural gnarl.

`You'd better let the dog alone,' growled Mr Heathcliff in unison, checking fiercer demonstrations with a punch of his foot. `She's not accustomed to be spoiled--not kept for a pet.' Then, striding to a side door, he shouted again, `Joseph!'

Joseph mumbled indistinctly in the depths of the cellar, but gave no intimation of ascending; so his master dived down to him, leaving me vis-à-vis the ruffianly bitch and a pair of grim shaggy sheep-dogs, who shared with her a jealous guardianship over all my movements. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees. I flung her back, and hastened to interpose the table between us. This proceeding roused the whole hive: half a dozen four-footed fiends, of various sizes and ages, issued from hidden dens to the common centre. I felt my heels and coat-laps peculiar subjects of assault; and parrying off the larger combatants as effectually as I could with the poker, I was constrained to demand, aloud, assistance from some of the household in re-establishing peace.

Mr Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar steps with vexatious phlegm: I don't think they moved one second faster than usual, though the hearth was an absolute tempest of worrying and yelping. Happily, an inhabitant of the kitchen made more dispatch: a lusty dame, with tucked-up gown, bare arms, and fire-flushed cheeks, rushed into the midst of us flourishing a frying-pan: and used that weapon, and her tongue, to such purpose, that the storm subsided magically, and she only remained, heaving like a sea after a high wind, when her master entered on the scene.

`What the devil is the matter?' he asked, eyeing me in a manner that I could ill endure after this inhospitable treatment.

`What the devil, indeed!' I muttered. `The herd of possessed swine could have had no worse spirits in them than those animals of yours, sir. You might as well leave a stranger with a brood of tigers!'

`They won't meddle with persons who touch nothing,' he remarked, putting the bottle before me, and restoring the displaced table. `The dogs do right to be vigilant. Take a glass of wine?'

`No, thank you.'

`Not bitten, are you?'

`If I had been, I would have set my signet on the biter.'

Heathcliff's countenance relaxed into a grin.

`Come, come,' he said, `you are flurried, Mr Lockwood. Here, take a little wine. Guests are so exceedingly rare in this house that I and my dogs, I am willing to own, hardly know how to receive them. Your health, sir!'

I bowed and returned the pledge; beginning to perceive that it would be foolish to sit sulking for the misbehaviour of a pack of curs: besides, I felt loath to yield the fellow further amusement at my expense; since the humour took that turn. He--probably swayed by prudential consideration of the folly of offending a good tenant--relaxed a little in the laconic style of chipping off his pronouns and auxiliary verbs, and introduced what he supposed would be a subject of interest to me--a discourse on the advantages and disadvantages of my present place of retirement. I found him very intelligent on the topics we touched; and before I went home, I was encouraged so far as to volunteer another visit tomorrow. He evidently wished no repetition of my intrusion. I shall go, notwithstanding. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

亦汐

第二章




昨天下午又冷又有雾。我想就在书房炉边消磨一下午，不想踩着杂草污泥到呼啸山庄了。

但是，吃过午饭（注意——我在十二点与一点钟之间吃午饭，而可以当作这所房子的附属物的管家婆，一位慈祥的太太却不能，或者并不愿理解我请求在五点钟开饭的用意），在我怀着这个懒惰的想法上了楼，迈进屋子的时候，看见一个女仆跪在地上，身边是扫帚和煤斗。她正在用一堆堆煤渣封火，搞起一片弥漫的灰尘。这景象立刻把我赶回头了。我拿了帽子，走了四里路，到达了希刺克厉夫的花园口口，刚好躲过了一场今年初降的鹅毛大雪。

在那荒凉的山顶上，土地由于结了一层黑冰而冻得坚硬，冷空气使我四肢发抖。我弄不开门链，就跳进去，顺着两边种着蔓延的醋栗树丛的石路跑去。我白白地敲了半天门，一直敲到我的手指骨都痛了，狗也狂吠起来。

“倒霉的人家！”我心里直叫，“只为你这样无礼待客，就该一辈子跟人群隔离。我至少还不会在白天把门闩住。我才不管呢——我要进去！”如此决定了。我就抓住门闩，使劲摇它。苦脸的约瑟夫从谷仓的一个圆窗里探出头来。

“你干吗？”他大叫。“主人在牛栏里，你要是找他说话，就从这条路口绕过去。”

“屋里没人开门吗？”我也叫起来。

“除了太太没有别人。你就是闹腾到夜里，她也不会开。”

“为什么？你就不能告诉她我是谁吗，呃，约瑟夫？”

“别找我！我才不管这些闲事呢，”这个脑袋咕噜着，又不见了。

雪开始下大了。我握住门柄又试一回。这时一个没穿外衣的年轻人，扛着一根草耙，在后面院子里出现了。他招呼我跟着他走，穿过了一个洗衣房和一片铺平的地，那儿有煤棚、抽水机和鸽笼，我们终于到了我上次被接待过的那间温暖的、热闹的大屋子。煤、炭和木材混合在一起燃起的熊熊炉火，使这屋子放着光彩。在准备摆上丰盛晚餐的桌旁，我很高兴地看到了那位“太太”，以前我从未料想到会有这么一个人存在的。我鞠躬等候，以为她会叫我坐下。她望望我，往她的椅背一靠，不动，也不出声。

“天气真坏！”我说，“希刺克厉夫太太，恐怕大门因为您的仆人偷懒而大吃苦头，我费了好大劲才使他们听见我敲门！”

她死不开口。我瞪眼——她也瞪眼。反正她总是以一种冷冷的、漠不关心的神气盯住我，使人十分窘，而且不愉快。

“坐下吧，”那年轻人粗声粗气地说，“他就要来了。”

我服从了；轻轻咳了一下，叫唤那恶狗朱诺。临到第二次会面，它总算赏脸，摇起尾巴尖，表示认我是熟人了。

“好漂亮的狗！”我又开始说话。“您是不是打算不要这些小的呢，夫人？”

“那些不是我的，”这可爱可亲的女主人说，比希刺克厉夫本人所能回答的腔调还要更冷淡些。

“啊，您所心爱的是在这一堆里啦！”我转身指着一个看不清楚的靠垫上那一堆像猫似的东西，接着说下去。

“谁会爱这些东西那才怪呢！”她轻蔑地说。

倒霉，原来那是堆死兔子。我又轻咳一声，向火炉凑近些，又把今晚天气不好的话评论一通。

“你本来就不该出来。”她说，站起来去拿壁炉台上的两个彩色茶叶罐。

她原先坐在光线被遮住的地方，现在我把她的全身和面貌都看得清清楚楚。她苗条，显然还没有过青春期。挺好看的体态，还有一张我生平从未有幸见过的绝妙的小脸蛋。五官纤丽，非常漂亮。淡黄色的卷发，或者不如说是金黄色的，松松地垂在她那细嫩的颈上。至于眼睛，要是眼神能显得和悦些，就要使人无法抗拒了。对我这容易动情的心说来倒是常事，因为它们所表现的只是在轻蔑与近似绝望之间的一种情绪，而在那张脸上看见那样的眼神是特别不自然的。

她简直够不到茶叶罐。我动了一动，想帮她一下。她猛地扭转身向我，像守财奴看见别人打算帮他数他的金子一样。

“我不要你帮忙，”她怒气冲冲地说，“我自己拿得到。”

“对不起！”我连忙回答。

“是请你来吃茶的吗？”她问，把一条围裙系在她那干净的黑衣服上，就这样站着，拿一匙茶叶正要往茶壶里倒。

“我很想喝杯茶。”我回答。

“是请你来的吗？”她又问。

“没有，”我说，勉强笑一笑。“您正好请我喝茶。”

她把茶叶丢回去，连匙带茶叶，一起收起来，使性地又坐在椅子上。她的前额蹙起，红红的下嘴唇撅起，像一个小孩要哭似的。

同时，那年轻人已经穿上了一件相当破旧的上衣，站在炉火前面，用眼角瞅着我，简直好像我们之间有什么未了的死仇似的。我开始怀疑他到底是不是一个仆人了。他的衣着和言语都显得没有教养，完全没有在希刺克厉夫先生和他太太身上所能看到的那种优越感。他那厚厚的棕色卷发乱七八糟，他的胡子像头熊似的布满面颊，而他的手就像普通工人的手那样变成褐色；可是，他的态度很随便，几乎有点傲慢，而且一点没有家仆伺候女主人那谨慎殷勤的样子。既然缺乏关于他的地位的明白证据，我认为最好还是不去注意他那古怪的举止。五分钟以后，希刺克厉夫进来了，多少算是把我从那不舒服的境况中解救出来了。

“您瞧，先生，说话算数，我是来啦！”我叫道，装着高兴的样子，“我担心要给这天气困住半个钟头呢，您能不能让我在这会儿避一下。”

“半个钟头？”他说，抖落他衣服上的雪片，“我奇怪你为什么要挑这么个大雪天出来逛荡。你知道你是在冒着迷路和掉在沼泽地里的危险吗？熟悉这些荒野的人，往往还会在这样的晚上迷路的。而且我可以告诉你，目前天气是不会转好的。”

“或许我可以在您的仆人中间找一位带路人吧，他可以在田庄住到明天早上——您能给我一位吗？”

“不，我不能。”

“啊呀！真的！那我只得靠我自己的本事啦。”

“哼！”

“你是不是该准备茶啦？”穿着破衣服的人问，他那恶狠狠的眼光从我身上转到那年轻的太太那边。

“请他喝吗？”她问希刺克厉夫。

“准备好，行吗？”这就是回答，他说得这么蛮横，竟把我吓了一跳。这句话的腔调露出他真正的坏性子。我再也不想称希刺克厉夫为一个绝妙的人了。茶预备好了之后，他就这样请我，“现在，先生，把你的椅子挪过来。”于是我们全体，包括那粗野的年轻人在内，都拉过椅子来围桌而坐。在我们品尝食物时，四下里一片严峻的沉默。

我想，如果是我引起了这块乌云，那我就该负责努力驱散它。他们不能每天都这么阴沉缄默地坐着吧。无论他们有多坏的脾气，也不可能每天脸上都带着怒容吧。

“奇怪的是，”我在喝完一杯茶，接过第二杯的当儿开始说，“奇怪的是习惯如何形成我们的趣味和思想，很多人就不能想象，像您，希刺克厉夫先生，所过的这么一种与世完全隔绝的生活里也会有幸福存在。可是我敢说，有您一家人围着您，还有您可爱的夫人作为您的家庭与您的心灵上的主宰——”

“我可爱的夫人！”他插嘴，脸上带着几乎是恶魔似的讥笑。“她在哪儿——我可爱的夫人？”

“我的意思是说希刺克厉夫夫人，您的太太。”

“哦，是啦——啊！你是说甚至在她的肉体死去了以后，她的灵魂还站在家神的岗位上，而且守护着呼啸山庄的产业。

是不是这样？”

我察觉我搞错了，便企图改正它。我本来该看出双方的年龄相差太大，不像是夫妻。一个大概四十了，正是精力健壮的时期，男人在这时期很少会怀着女孩子们是由于爱情而嫁给他的妄想。那种梦是留给我们到老年聊以自慰的。另一个人呢，望上去却还不到十七岁。

于是一个念头在我心上一闪，“在我胳臂肘旁边的那个傻瓜，用盆喝茶，用没洗过的手拿面包吃，也许就是她的丈夫：希刺克厉夫少爷，当然是罗。这就是合理的后果：只因为她全然不知道天下还有更好的人，她就嫁给了那个乡下佬！憾事——我必须当心，我可别引起她悔恨她的选择。”最后的念头仿佛有点自负，其实倒也不是。我旁边的人在我看来近乎令人生厌。根据经验，我知道我多少还有点吸引力。

“希刺克厉夫太太是我的儿媳妇，”希刺克厉夫说，证实了我的猜测。他说着，掉过头以一种特别的眼光向她望着：一种憎恨的眼光，除非是他脸上的肌肉生得极反常，不会像别人一样地表现出他心灵的语言。

“啊，当然——我现在看出来啦：您才是这慈善的天仙的有福气的占有者哩。”我转过头来对我旁边那个人说。

比刚才更糟：这年轻人脸上通红，握紧拳头，简直想要摆出动武的架势。可是他仿佛马上又镇定了，只冲着我咕噜了一句粗野的骂人的话，压下了这场风波，这句话，我假装没注意。

“不幸你猜得不对，先生！”我的主人说，“我们两个都没那种福分占有你的好天仙，她的男人死啦。我说过她是我的儿媳妇，因此，她当然是嫁给我的儿子的了。”

“这位年轻人是——”

“当然不是我的儿子！”

希刺克厉夫又微笑了，好像把那个粗人算作他的儿子，简直是把玩笑开得太莽撞了。

“我的姓名是哈里顿·恩萧，”另一个人吼着，“而且我劝你尊敬它！”

“我没有表示不尊敬呀。”这是我的回答，心里暗笑他报出自己的姓名时的庄严神气。

他死盯着我，盯得我都不愿意再回瞪他了，唯恐我会耐不住给他个耳光或是笑出声来。我开始感到在这个愉快的一家人中间，我的确是碍事。那种精神上的阴郁气氛不止是抵销，而且是压倒了我四周明亮的物质上的舒适。我决心在第三次敢于再来到这屋里时可要小心谨慎。

吃喝完毕，谁也没说句应酬话，我就走到一扇窗子跟前去看看天气。我见到一片悲惨的景象：黑夜提前降临，天空和群山混杂在一团寒冽的旋风和使人窒息的大雪中。

“现在没有带路人，我恐怕不可能回家了，”我不禁叫起来。

“道路已经埋上了，就是还露出来的话，我也看不清往哪儿迈步啦。”

“哈里顿，把那十几只羊赶到谷仓的走廊上去，要是整夜留在羊圈就得给它们盖点东西，前面也要挡块木板。”希刺克厉夫说。

“我该怎么办呢？”我又说，更焦急了。

没有人搭理我。我回头望望，只见约瑟夫给狗送进一桶粥，希刺克厉夫太太俯身向着火，烧着火柴玩；这堆火柴是她刚才把茶叶罐放回炉台时碰下来的。约瑟夫放下了他的粥桶之后，找碴似地把这屋子浏览一通，扯着沙哑的喉咙喊起来：

“我真奇怪别人都出去了，你怎么能就闲在那儿站着！可你就是没出息，说也没用——你一辈子也改不了，就等死后见魔鬼，跟你妈一样！”

我一时还以为这一番滔滔不绝是对我而发的。我大为愤怒，便向着这老流氓走去，打算把他踢出门外。但是，希刺克厉夫夫人的回答止住了我。

“你这胡扯八道的假正经的老东西！”她回答，“你提到魔鬼的名字时，你就不怕给活捉吗？我警告你不要惹我，不然我就要特别请它把你勾去。站住！瞧瞧这儿，约瑟夫，”她接着说，并从书架上拿出一本大黑书，“我要给你看看我学魔术已经进步了多少，不久我就可以完全精通。那条红牛不是偶然死掉的，而你的风湿病还不能算作天赐的惩罚！”

“啊，恶毒，恶毒！”老头喘息着，“求主拯救我们脱离邪恶吧！”

“不，混蛋！你是个上帝抛弃的人——滚开，不然我要狠狠地伤害你啦！我要把你们全用蜡和泥捏成模型；谁先越过我定的界限，我就要——我不说他要倒什么样的霉——可是，瞧着吧！去，我可在瞅着你呢。”

这个小女巫那双美丽的眼睛里添上一种嘲弄的恶毒神气。约瑟夫真的吓得直抖，赶紧跑出去，一边跑一边祷告，还嚷着“恶毒！”我想她的行为一定是由于无聊闹着玩玩的。现在只有我们俩了，我想对她诉诉苦。

“希刺克厉夫太太，”我恳切地说，“您一定得原谅我麻烦您。我敢于这样是因为，您既有这么一张脸，我敢说您一定也心好。请指出几个路标，我也好知道回家的路。我一点也不知道该怎么走，就跟您不知道怎么去伦敦一样！”

“顺你来的路走回去好啦，”她回答，仍然安坐在椅子上，面前一支蜡烛，还有那本摊开的大书。“很简单的办法，可也是我所能提的顶稳当的办法。”

“那么，要是您以后听说我给人发现已经死在泥沼或雪坑里，您的良心就不会低声说您也有部分的过错吗？”

“怎么会呢？我又不能送你走。他们不许我走到花园墙那头的。”

“您送我！在这样一个晚上，为了我的方便就是请您迈出这个门槛，那我也于心不忍啊！”我叫道，“我要您告诉我怎么走，不是领我走。要不然就劝劝希刺克厉夫先生给我派一位带路人吧。”

“派谁呢？只有他自己，恩萧，齐拉，约瑟夫，我。你要哪一个呢？”

“庄上没有男孩子吗？”

“没有，就这些人。”

“那就是说我不得不住在这儿啦！”

“那你可以跟你的主人商量。我不管。”

“我希望这是对你的一个教训，以后别再在这山间瞎逛荡。”从厨房门口传来希刺克厉夫的严厉的喊声：“至于住在这儿，我可没有招待客人的设备。你要住，就跟哈里顿或者约瑟夫睡一张床吧！”

“我可以睡在这间屋子里的一把椅子上。”我回答。

“不行，不行！生人总是生人，不论他是穷是富。我不习惯允许任何人进入我防不到的地方！”这没有礼貌的坏蛋说。

受了这个侮辱，我的忍耐到头了。我十分愤慨地骂了一声，在他的身边擦过，冲到院子里，匆忙中正撞着恩萧。那时是这么漆黑，以至我竟找不到出口；我正在乱转，又听见他们之间有教养的举止的另一例证：起初那年轻人好像对我还友好。

“我陪他走到公园那儿去吧，”他说。

“你陪他下地狱好了！”他的主人或是他的什么亲属叫道。

“那么谁看马呢，呃？”

“一个人的性命总比一晚上没有人照应马重要些。总得有个人去的。”希刺克厉夫夫人轻轻地说，比我所想的和善多了。

“不要你命令我！”哈里顿反攻了。“你要是重视他，顶好别吭声。”

“那么我希望他的鬼魂缠住你，我也希望希刺克厉夫先生再也找不到一个房客，直等田庄全毁掉！”她尖刻地回答。

“听吧，听吧，她在咒他们啦！”约瑟夫咕噜着，我正向他走去。

他坐在说话听得见的近处，借着一盏提灯的光在挤牛奶，我就毫无礼貌地把提灯抢过来，大喊着我明天把它送回来，便奔向最近的一个边门。

“主人，主人，他把提灯偷跑啦！”这老头一面大喊，一面追我。“喂，咬人的！喂，狗！喂，狼！逮住他，逮住他！”

一开小门，两个一身毛的妖怪便扑到我的喉头上，把我弄倒了，把灯也弄灭了。同时希刺克厉夫与哈里顿一起放声大笑，这大大地激怒着我，也使我感到羞辱。幸而，这些畜生倒好像只想伸伸爪子，打呵欠，摇尾巴，并不想把我活活吞下去。但是它们也不容我再起来，我就不得不躺着等它们的恶毒的主人高兴在什么时候来解救我。我帽子也丢了，气得直抖。我命令这些土匪放我出去——再多留我一分钟，就要让他们遭殃——我说了好多不连贯的、恐吓的、要报复的话，措词之恶毒，颇有李尔王①之风。

①李尔王——“Kinglear”莎士比亚的名剧之一，剧名即以主人公李尔王为名。

我这剧烈的激动使我流了大量的鼻血，可是希刺克厉夫还在笑，我也还在骂，要不是旁边有个人比我有理性些，比我的款待者仁慈些，我真不知道怎么下台。这人是齐拉，健壮的管家婆。她终于挺身而出探问这场战斗的真相。她以为他们当中必是有人对我下了毒手。她不敢攻击她的主人，就向那年轻的恶棍开火了。

“好啊，恩萧先生，”她叫道，“我不知道你下次还要干出什么好事！我们是要在我们家门口谋害人吗？我瞧在这家里我可再也住不下去啦——瞧瞧这可怜的小子，他都要噎死啦！喂，喂！你可不能这样走。进来，我给你治治。好啦，别动。”

她说着这些话，就猛然把一桶冰冷的水顺着我的脖子上一倒，又把我拉进厨房里。希刺克厉夫先生跟在后面，他的偶尔的欢乐很快地消散，又恢复他的习惯的阴郁了。

我难过极了，而且头昏脑胀，因此不得不在他的家里借宿一宵。他叫齐拉给我一杯白兰地，随后就进屋去了。她呢，对我不幸的遭遇安慰一番，而且遵主人之命，给了我一杯白兰地，看见我略略恢复了一些，便引我去睡了。

亦汐

Chapter 2




Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights. On coming up from dinner, however (N.B. I dine between twelve and one o'clock; the housekeeper, a matronly lady, taken as a fixture along with the house, could not, or would not, comprehend my request that I might be served at five), on mounting the stairs with this lazy intention, and stepping into the room, I saw a servant girl on her knees surrounded by brushes and coal-scuttles, and raising an infernal dust as she extinguished the flames with heaps of cinders. This spectacle drove me back immediately; I took my hat, and, after a four-miles' walk, arrived at Heathcliff's garden gate just in time to escape the first feathery flakes of a snow shower.

On that bleak hill top the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb. Being unable to remove the chain, I jumped over, and, running up the flagged causeway bordered with straggling gooseberry bushes, knocked vainly for admittance, till my knuckles tingled and the dogs howled.

`Wretched inmates!' I ejaculated mentally, `you deserve perpetual isolation from your species for your churlish inhospitality. At least, I would not keep my doors barred in the day time. I don't care--I will get in!' So resolved, I grasped the latch and shook it vehemently. Vinegar-faced Joseph projected his head from a round window of the barn.

`Whet are ye for?' he shouted. `T' maister's dahn i' t' fowld. Go rahnd by th' end ut' laith, if yah went tuh spake tull him.'

`Is there nobody inside to open the door?' I hallooed, responsively.

`They's nobbut t' missis; and shoo'll nut oppen't an ye mak yer flaysome dins till neeght.'

`Why? Cannot you tell her who I am, eh, Joseph?'

`Nor-ne me! Aw'll hae noa hend wi't,' muttered the head, vanishing.

The snow began to drive thickly. I seized the handle to essay another trial; when a young man without coat, and shouldering a pitchfork, appeared in the yard behind. He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching through a wash-house, and a paved area containing a coal shed, pump, and pigeon cot, we at length arrived in the huge, warm, cheerful apartment, where I was formerly received. It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood; and near the table, laid for a plentiful evening meal, I was pleased to observe the `missis', an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected. I bowed and waited, thinking she would bid me take a seat. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained motionless and mute.

`Rough weather!' I remarked. `I'm afraid, Mrs Heathcliff, the door must bear the consequence of your servants' leisure attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me.'

She never opened her mouth. I stared--she stared also: at any rate, she kept her eyes on me in a cool, regardless manner, exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable.

`Sit down,' said the young man gruffly. `He'll be in soon.'

I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the extreme tip of her tail, in token of owning my acquaintance.

`A beautiful animal!' I commenced again. `Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?'

`They are not mine,' said the amiable hostess, more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied.

`Ah, your favourites are among these?' I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.

`A strange choice of favourites!' she observed scornfully.

Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits. I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening.

`You should not have come out,' she said, rising and reaching from the chimney-piece two of the painted canisters.

Her position before was sheltered from the light; now, I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. She was slender, and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form, and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding; small features, very fair; flaxen ringlets, or rather golden, hanging loose on her delicate neck; and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, they would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn, and a kind of desperation, singularly unnatural to be detected there. The canisters were almost out of her reach; I made a motion to aid her; she turned upon me as a miser might turn if anyone attempted to assist him in counting his gold.

`I don't want your help,' she snapped; `I can get them for myself.'

`I beg your pardon!' I hastened to reply.

`Were you asked to tea?' she demanded, tying an apron over her neat black frock, and standing with a spoonful of the leaf poised over the pot.

`I shall be glad to have a cup,' I answered.

`Were you asked?' she repeated.

`No,' I said, half smiling. `You are the proper person to ask me.'

She flung the tea back, spoon and all, and resumed her chair in a pet; her forehead corrugated, and her red under lip pushed out, like a child's ready to cry.

Meanwhile, the young man had slung on to his person a decidedly shabby upper garment, and, erecting himself before the blaze, looked down on me from the corner of his eyes, for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not: his dress and speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr and Mrs Heathcliff; his thick brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free, almost haughty, and he showed none of a domestic's assiduity in attending on the lady of the house. In the absence of clear proofs of his condition, I deemed it best to abstain from noticing his curious conduct; and, five minutes afterwards, the entrance of Heathcliff relieved me, in some measure, from my uncomfortable state.

`You see, sir, I am come, according to promise!' I exclaimed, assuming the cheerful; `and I fear I shall be weatherbound for half an hour, if you can afford me shelter during that space.'

`Half an hour?' he said, shaking the white flakes from his clothes; `I wonder you should select the thick of a snowstorm to ramble about in. Do you know that you run a risk of being lost in the marshes? People familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings; and I can tell you there is no chance of a change at present.'

`Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads, and he might stay at the Grange till morning--could you spare me one?'

`No, I could not.'

`Oh, indeed! Well, then, I must trust to my own sagacity.'

`Umph!'

`Are you going to mak th' tea?' demanded he of the shabby coat, shifting his ferocious gaze from me to the young lady.

`Is he to have any?' she asked, appealing to Heathcliff.

`Get it ready, will you?' was the answer, uttered so savagely that I started. The tone in which the words were said revealed a genuine bad nature. I no longer felt inclined to call Heathcliff a capital fellow. When the preparations were finished, he invited me with--`Now, sir, bring forward your chair.' And we all, including the rustic youth, drew round the table: an austere silence prevailing while we discussed our meal.

I thought, if I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn; and it was impossible, however ill-tempered they might be, that the universal scowl they wore was their everyday countenance.

`It is strange,' I began, in the interval of swallowing one cup of tea and receiving another--`it is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world as you spend, Mr Heathcliff; yet I'll venture to say, that, surrounded by your family, and with your amiable lady as the presiding genius over your home and heart--'

`My amiable lady!' he interrupted, with an almost diabolical sneer on his face. `Where is she--my amiable lady?'

`Mrs Heathcliff, your wife, I mean.'

`Well, yes--Oh, you would intimate that her spirit has taken the post of ministering angel, and guards the fortunes of Wuthering Heights even when her body is gone. Is that it?'

Perceiving myself in a blunder, I attempted to correct it. I might have seen there was too great a disparity between the ages of the parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is reserved for the solace of our declining years. The other did not look seventeen.

Then it flashed upon me--`The clown at my elbow, who is drinking his tea out of a basin and eating his bread with unwashed hands, may be her husband: Heathcliff, junior, of course. Here is the consequence of being buried alive: she has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed! A sad pity--I must beware how I cause her to regret her choice.' The last reflection may seem conceited; it was not. My neighbour struck me as bordering on repulsive; I knew, through experience, that I was tolerably attractive.

`Mrs Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law,' said Heathcliff, corroborating my surmise. He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred; unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

亦汐

Ah, certainly--I see now: you are the favoured possessor of the beneficent fairy,' I remarked, turning to my neighbour.

This was worse than before: the youth grew crimson, and clenched his fist, with every appearance of a meditated assault. But he seemed to recollect himself presently, and smothered the storm in a brutal curse, muttered on my behalf: which, however, I took care not to notice.

`Unhappy in your conjectures, sir,' observed my host; `we neither of us have the privilege of owning your good fairy; her mate is dead. I said she was my daughter-in-law, therefore, she must have married my son.'

`And this young man is--'

`Not my son, assuredly.'

Heathcliff smiled again, as if it were rather too bold a jest to attribute the paternity of that bear to him.

`My name is Hareton Earnshaw,' growled the other; `and I'd counsel you to respect it!'

`I've shown no disrespect,' was my reply, laughing internally at the dignity with which he announced himself.

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears or render my hilarity audible. I began to feel unmistakably out of place in that pleasant family circle. The dismal spiritual atmosphere overcame, and more than neutralized, the glowing physical comforts round me; and I resolved to be cautious how I ventured under those rafters a third time.

The business of eating being concluded, and no one uttering a word of sociable conversation, I approached a window to examine the weather. A sorrowful sight I saw: dark night coming down prematurely, and sky and hills mingled in one bitter whirl of wind and suffocating snow.

`I don't think it possible for me to get home now without a guide,' I could not help exclaiming. `The roads will be buried already; and, if they were bare, I could scarcely distinguish a foot in advance.

`Hareton, drive those dozen sheep into the barn porch. They'll be covered if left in the fold all night: and put a plank before them,' said Heathcliff.

`How must I do?' I continued, with rising irritation.

There was no reply to my question; and on looking round I saw only Joseph bringing in a pail of porridge for the dogs, and Mrs Heathcliff leaning over the fire, diverting herself with burning a bundle of matches which had fallen from the chimney-piece as she restored the tea canister to its place. The former, when he had deposited his burden, took a critical survey of the room, and in cracked tones, grated out:

`Aw woonder hagh yah can faishion tuh stand thear i' idleness un war, when all on 'em's goan aght! Bud yah're a nowt, and it's noa use talking --yah'll niver mend uh yer ill ways, bud goa raight tuh t' divil, like yer mother afore ye!'

I imagined, for a moment, that this piece of eloquence was addressed to me; and, sufficiently enraged, stepped towards the aged rascal with an intention of kicking him out of the door. Mrs Heathcliff, however, checked me by her answer.

`You scandalous old hypocrite!' she replied. `Are you not afraid of being carried away bodily, whenever you mention the devil's name? I warn you to refrain from provoking me, or I'll ask your abduction as a special favour. Stop! look here, Joseph,' she continued, taking a long, dark book from a shelf; `I'll show you how far I've progressed in the Black Art: I shall soon be competent to make a clear house of it. The red cow didn't die by chance; and your rheumatism can hardly be reckoned among providential visitations!'

`Oh, wicked, wicked!' gasped the elder; `may the Lord deliver us from evil!'

`No, reprobate! you are a castaway--be off, or I'll hurt you seriously! I'll have you all modelled in wax and clay; and the first who passes the limits I fix, shall--I'll not say what he shall be done to--but, you'll see! Go, I'm looking at you!'

The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes, and Joseph, trembling with sincere horror, hurried out praying and ejaculating `wicked' as he went. I thought her conduct must be prompted by a species of dreary fun; and, now that we were alone, I endeavoured to interest her in my distress.

`Mrs Heathcliff,' I said earnestly, `you must excuse me for troubling you. I presume, because, with that face, I'm sure you cannot help being good-hearted. Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!'

`Take the road you came,' she answered, ensconcing herself in a chair, with a candle, and the long book open before her. `It is brief advice, but as sound as I can give.'

`Then, if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow, your conscience won't whisper that it is partly your fault?'

`How so? I cannot escort you. They wouldn't let me go to the end of the garden wall.'

`You! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold, for my convenience, on such a night,' I cried. `I want you to tell me my way, net to show it; or else to persuade Mr Heathcliff to give me a guide.'

`Who? There is himself, Earnshaw, Zillah, Joseph, and I. Which would you have?'

`Are there no boys at the farm?'

`No, those are all.'

`Then, it follows that I am compelled to stay.'

`That you may settle with your host. I have nothing to do with it.'

`I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills,' cried Heathcliff's stern voice from the kitchen entrance. `As to staying here, I don't keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph, if you do.'

`I can sleep on a chair in this room,' I replied.

`No, no! A stranger is a stranger, be he rich or poor: it will not suit me to permit anyone the range of the place while I am off guard!' said the unmannerly wretch.

With this insult, my patience was at an end. I uttered an expression of disgust, and pushed past him into the yard, running against Earnshaw in my haste. It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit; and, as I wandered round, I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. At first the young man appeared about to befriend me.

`I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said.

`You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master, or whatever relation he bore. `And who is to look after the horses, eh?'

A man's life is of more consequence than one evening's neglect of the horses: somebody must go, murmured Mrs Heathcliff, more kindly than I expected.

`Not at your command!' retorted Hareton. `If you set store on him, you'd better be quiet.'

`Then I hope his ghost will haunt you; and I hope Mr Heathcliff will never get another tenant till the Grange is a ruin!' she answered sharply.

`Hearken, hearken, shoo's cursing on 'em!' muttered Joseph, towards whom I had been steering.

He sat within earshot, milking the cows by the light of a lantern, which I seized unceremoniously, and, calling out that I would send it back on the morrow, rushed to the nearest postern.

`Maister, maister, he's stealing t' lantern!' shouted the ancient, pursuing my retreat. `Hey, Gnasher! Hey, dog! Hey, Wolf, holld him, holld him!'

On opening the little door, two hairy monsters flew at my throat, bearing me down and extinguishing the light; while a mingled guffaw from Heathcliff and Hareton, put the copestone on my rage and humiliation. Fortunately, the beasts seemed more bent on stretching their paws and yawning, and flourishing their tails, than devouring me alive; but they would suffer no resurrection, and I was forced to lie till their malignant master pleased to deliver me: then, hatless and trembling with wrath, I ordered the miscreants to let me out--on their peril to keep me one minute longer-with several incoherent threats of retaliation that, in their indefinite depth of virulency, smacked of King Lear.

The vehemence of my agitation brought on a copious bleeding at the nose, and still Heathcliff laughed, and still I scolded. I don't know what would have concluded the scene, had there not been one person at hand rather more rational than myself, and more benevolent than my entertainer. This was Zillah, the stout housewife; who at length issued forth to inquire into the nature of the uproar. She thought that some of them had been laying violent hands on me; and, not daring to attack her master, she turned her vocal artillery against the young scoundrel.

`Well, Mr Earnshaw,' she cried, `I wonder what you'll have agait next! Are we going to murder folk on our very doorstones? I see this house will never do for me--look at t' poor lad, he's fair choking! Wisht, wisht! you mun'n't go on so. Come in, and I'll cure that; there now, hold ye still.'

With these words she suddenly splashed a pint of icy water down my neck, and pulled me into the kitchen. Mr Heathcliff followed, his accidental merriment expiring quickly in his habitual moroseness.

I was sick exceedingly, and dizzy and faint; and thus compelled perforce to accept lodgings under his roof. He told Zillah to give me a glass of brandy, and then passed on to the inner room; while she condoled with me on my sorry predicament, and having obeyed his orders, whereby I was somewhat revived, ushered me to bed

亦汐

第三章




她把我领上楼时，劝我把蜡烛藏起来，而且不要出声。因为她的主人对于她领我去住的那间卧房有一种古怪的看法，而且从来也不乐意让任何人在那儿睡。我问是什么原因，她回答说不知道。她在这里才住了一两年，他们又有这么多古怪事，她也就不去多问了。

我自己昏头昏脑，也问不了许多，插上了门，向四下里望着想找张床。全部家具只有一把椅子，一个衣橱，还有一个大橡木箱。靠近顶上挖了几个方洞，像是马车的窗子。我走近这个东西往里瞧，才看出是一种特别样子的老式卧榻，设计得非常方便，足可以省去家里每个人占一间屋的必要。事实上，它形成一个小小的套间。它里面的一个窗台刚好当张桌子用。我推开嵌板的门，拿着蜡烛进去，把嵌板门又合上，觉得安安稳稳，躲开了希刺克厉夫以及其他人的戒备。

在我放蜡烛的窗台上有几本发霉了的书堆在一个角落里，窗台上的油漆面也被字迹划得乱七八糟。但是那些字迹只是用各种字体写的一个名字，有大有小——凯瑟琳·恩萧，有的地方又改成凯瑟琳·希刺克厉夫，跟着又是凯瑟琳·林惇。

我无精打采地把头靠在窗子上，连续地拼着凯瑟琳·恩萧——希刺克厉夫——林惇，一直到我的眼睛合上为止。可是还没有五分钟，黑暗中就有一片亮得刺眼的白闪闪的字母，仿佛鬼怪活现——空中充满了许多凯瑟琳。我跳起来，想驱散这突然冒出的名字，发现我的烛芯靠在一本古老的书上，使那靠着的地方发出一种烤牛皮的气味。我剪掉烛芯，灭了它，在寒冷与持续的恶心交攻之下，很不舒服，便坐起来，把这本烤坏的书打开，放在膝上。那是一本圣经，印的是细长字体，有很浓的霉味。书前面的白纸写着——“凯瑟琳·恩萧，她的书”，还注了一个日期，那是在二十来年以前了。我阖上它，又拿起一本，又一本，直到我把它们都检查过一遍。凯瑟琳的藏书是经过选择的，而且这些书损坏的情况证明它们曾经被人一再地读过，虽然读得不完全得当，几乎没有一章躲过钢笔写的评注——至少，像是评注——凡是印刷者留下的每一块空白全涂满了。有的是不连贯的句子，其他的是正规日记的形式，出于小孩子那种字形未定的手笔，写得乱七八糟。在一张空余的书页上面（也许一发现它还把它当作宝贝呢）我看见了我的朋友约瑟夫的一幅绝妙的漫画像，大为高兴，——画得粗糙，可是有力。我对于这位素昧平生的凯瑟琳顿时发生兴趣，我便开始辨认她那已褪色的难认的怪字了。

“倒霉的礼拜天！”底下一段这样开头。“但愿我父亲还能再回来。辛德雷是个可恶的代理人——他对希刺克厉夫的态度太凶。——希和我要反抗了——今天晚上我们要进行第一步。

“整天下大雨，我们不能到教堂去，因此约瑟夫非要在阁楼里聚会不可。于是正当辛德雷和他的妻子在楼下舒舒服服地烤火——随便做什么，我敢说他们决不会读圣经，——而希刺克厉夫、我和那不幸的乡巴佬却受命拿着我们的祈祷书爬上楼。我们排成一排，坐在一口袋粮食上，又哼又哆嗦。希望约瑟夫也哆嗦，这样他为了他自己也会给我们少讲点道了。妄想！做礼拜整整拖了三个钟头。可是我的哥哥看见我们下楼的时候，居然还有脸喊叫，‘什么，已经完啦？’从前一到星期天晚上，还准许我们玩玩，只要我们不太吵，现在我们只要偷偷一笑，就得罚站墙角啦！

“‘你们忘记这儿有个主人啦，’这暴君说，‘谁先惹我发脾气，我就把他毁掉！我坚决要求完全的肃静。啊，孩子！是你么？弗兰西斯，亲爱的，你走过来时揪揪他的头发，我听见他捏手指头响呢。’弗兰西斯痛快地揪揪他的头发，然后走过来坐在她丈夫的膝上。他们就在那儿，像两个小孩似的，整个钟点地又接吻又胡扯——那种愚蠢的甜言蜜语连我们都应该感到羞耻。我们在柜子的圆拱里面尽量把自己弄得挺舒服。我刚把我们的餐巾结在一起，把它挂起来当作幕布，忽然约瑟夫有事正从马房进来。他把我的手工活扯下来，打我耳光，嘎嘎叫着——

“‘主人才入土，安息日还没有过完，福音的声音还在你们耳朵里响，你们居然敢玩！你们好不害臊！坐下来，坏孩子！只要你们肯看，有的是好书。坐下来，想想你们的灵魂吧！’

“说了这番话，他强迫我们坐好，使我们能从远处的炉火那边得来一线暗光，好让我们看他塞给我们的那没用的经文。我受不了这个差事。我提起我这本脏书的书皮哗啦一下，使劲地把它扔到狗窝里去，赌咒说我恨善书。希刺克厉夫把他那本也扔到同一个地方。跟着是一场大闹。

“‘辛德雷少爷！’我们的牧师大叫，‘少爷，快来呀！凯蒂小姐把《救世盔》的书皮子撕下来啦，希刺克厉夫使劲踩《走向毁灭的广阔道路》的第一部分！你让他们就这样下去可不得了。唉！换了老头子的话可要好好地抽他们一顿——可他不在啦！’

“辛德雷从他的炉边天堂赶了来，抓住我们俩，一个抓领子，另一个抓胳臂，把我们都丢到后厨房去。约瑟夫断言在那儿‘老尼克’①一定会把我们活捉的。我们受到如此帮助之后，便各自找个角落静等它降临。我从书架上伸手摸到了这本书和一瓶墨水，便把门推开一点，漏进点亮光，我就写字消遣了二十分钟。可是我的同伴不耐烦了，他建议我们可以披上挤牛奶女人的外套，到旷野上跑一跑。一个怪有意思的建议——那么，要是那个坏脾气的老头进来，他也会相信他的预言实现啦——在雨里我们也不会比在这儿更湿更冷的。”

①老尼克——Old Nick，即恶魔。

我猜想凯瑟琳实现了她的计划，因为下一句说的是另一件事，她伤心起来了。

“我做梦也没想到辛德雷会让我这么哭！”她写着，“我头痛，痛得我不能睡在枕头上。可是我还是不能不哭。可怜的希刺克厉夫！辛德雷骂他是流氓，再也不许他跟我们一起坐，一起吃啦。而且他说，不许他和我在一起玩，又吓唬说要是我们违背命令，就把他撵出去。还怪我们的父亲（他怎么敢呀？）待希太宽厚了，还发誓说要把他降到应有的地位去。”

我对着这字迹模糊的书页开始打盹了，眼睛从手稿转到印的字上。我看见一个红颜色的花字标题——“七十乘七，与第七十一的第一条。杰别斯·伯兰德罕牧师在吉默吞飕的教堂宣讲的一篇神学论文。”在我糊里糊涂地绞尽脑汁猜想杰别斯·伯兰德罕牧师将如何发挥他这个题目的时候，我却倒在床上睡着了。咳，这倒霉的茶和坏脾气的影响啊！还能有什么足以使我度过这么可怕的一夜呢？自从我学会吃苦以来，我记不起有哪一次是能和这一夜相比的。

我开始做梦，几乎在我还没忘记自己在哪里的时候就开始作梦了。我觉得是到早晨了，我往回家的路上走，有约瑟夫带路。一路上，雪有好几码深。在我们挣扎着向前走的时候，我的同伴不停地责备我，惹得我心烦。他骂我不带一根朝山进香的拐杖，告诉我不带拐杖就永远也进不了家，还得意地舞动着一根大头棍棒，我明白这就是所谓的拐杖了。当时我认为需要这么一个武器才能进自己的家，那是荒谬的。跟着一个新的念头一闪。我并不是去那儿，我们是在长途跋涉去听那有名的杰别斯·伯兰德罕讲“七十乘七”的经文，而不论约瑟夫，或是牧师，或是我要犯了这“第七十一的第一条”，就要被人当众揭发，而且被教会除名。

我们来到了教堂。我平日散步时真的走过那儿两三回。它在两山之间的一个山谷里：一个高出地面的山谷靠近一片沼泽，据说那儿泥炭的湿气对存放在那儿的几具死尸足以产生防腐作用。房顶至今尚完好，但是这儿教士的收入每年只有二十镑，外带一所有两间屋的屋子，而且眼看恐怕就要决定只给一间了，所以没有一个教士愿意担当牧羊人的责任，特别是传说他的“羊群”宁可饿死他，也不愿从他们自己腰包里多掏出一分钱来养活他。但是，在我的梦里，杰别斯有专心听讲的满会堂会众。他讲道了——老天爷呀！什么样的一篇讲道呀，共分四百九十节，每一节完全等于一篇普通的讲道，每一节讨论一种罪过！我不知道他从哪儿搜索出来这么些罪过。他对于讲解辞句有他独到的方法，仿佛教友必然时时刻刻会犯不同的种种罪过。这些罪过的性质极其古怪：是我以前从没想象过的一些古怪离奇的罪过。

啊，我是多么疲倦啊！我是怎样地翻腾，打呵欠，打盹，又清醒过来！我是怎样掐自己，扎自己，揉眼睛，站起来，又坐下，而且用胳膊肘碰约瑟夫，要他告诉我他有没有讲完的时候。我是注定要听完的了。最后，他讲到“第七十一的第一条”。正在这当口，我不由自主地站起来，痛责杰别斯·伯兰德罕是个犯了那种没有一个基督徒能够饶恕的罪过的罪人。

“先生，”我叫道，“坐在这四堵墙壁中间，我已经一连气儿忍受而且原谅了你这篇说教的四百九十个题目。有七十个七次我拿起我的帽子，打算离去。——有七十个七次你硬逼着我又坐下。这第四百九十一可叫人受不了啦。信教的难友们，揍他呀！把他拉下来，把他捣烂，让这个知道有他这个人的地方从此再也见不到他吧！”

“你就是罪人！”一阵严肃的静默之后，杰别斯从他的坐垫上欠身大叫。“七十个七次你张大嘴作怪相——七十个七次我和我的灵魂商量着——看啊，这是人类的弱点，这个也是可以赦免的！第七十一的第一条来啦。弟兄们，把写定的裁判在他身上执行吧。衪①所有的圣徒有这种光荣的！”

①衪——He，指“神”而言。对上帝（神）表示尊敬，故将第一个字母大写。在中国，教徒言及上帝往往写“衪”。

话才落音，全体会众举起他们的朝山拐杖，一起向我冲来。我没有武器用来自卫，便开始扭住约瑟夫，离我最近也最凶猛的行凶者，抢他的手杖。有人潮汇集之中，好多根棍子交叉起来，对我而来的打击却落在别人的脑袋上。马上整个教堂乒乒乓乓响成一片。每个人都对他邻近的人动起手来。而伯兰德罕也不甘心闲着，便在讲坛板壁上使劲来一阵猛敲，好发泄他的热心，声音好响，最后竟惊醒了我，使我说不出来的轻松。到底是什么东西令人联想那极大的骚扰呢？在这场吵闹中是谁扮演杰别斯的角色呢？只不过是在狂风悲叹而过时，一棵枞树的枝子触到了我的窗格，它的干果在玻璃窗面上碰得嘎嘎作响而已！我满怀疑虑地倾听了一会；查清骚扰得我不安的就是它，然后翻身又睡了，又作梦了：可能的话，这梦比先前的那个更不愉快。

这一回，我记得我是躺在那个橡木的套间里。我清清楚楚地听见风雪交加；我也听见那枞树枝子重复着那戏弄人的声音，而且也知道这是什么原因。可是它使我太烦了，因此我决定，如果可能的话，把这声音止住。我觉得我起了床，并且试着去打开那窗子。窗钩是焊在钩环里的——这情况是我在醒时就看见了的，可是又忘了。“不管怎么样，我非止住它不可！”我咕噜着，用拳头打穿了玻璃，伸出一个胳臂去抓那搅人的树。我的手指头没抓到它，却碰着了一只冰凉小手的手指头！梦魇的恐怖压倒了我，我极力把胳臂缩回来，可是那只手却拉住不放，一个极忧郁的声音抽泣着：“让我进去——让我进去！”“你是谁？”我问，同时拚命想把手挣脱。

“凯瑟琳·林惇，”那声音颤抖着回答（我为什么想到林惇？我有二十遍念到林惇时都念成恩萧了）。“我回家来啦，我在旷野上走迷路啦！”在她说话时，我模模糊糊地辨认出一张小孩的脸向窗里望。恐怖使我狠了心，发现想甩掉那个人是没有用的，就把她的手腕拉到那个破了的玻璃面上，来回地擦着，直到鲜血滴下来，沾湿了床单。可她还是哀哭着，“让我进去！”而且还是紧紧抓住我，简直要把我吓疯了。“我怎么能够呢？”我终于说。“如果你要我让你进来，先放开我！”手指松开了。我把自己的手从窗洞外抽回，赶忙把书堆得高高的抵住窗子，捂住耳朵不听那可怜的祈求，捂了有一刻钟以上。可是等到我再听，那悲惨的呼声还继续哀叫着！“走开！”我喊着，“就是你求我二十年，我也绝不让你进来。”“已经二十年啦，”这声音哭着说，“二十年啦。我已经作了二十年的流浪人啦！”接着，外面开始了一个轻微的刮擦声，那堆书也挪动了，仿佛有人把它推开似的。我想跳起来，可是四肢动弹不得，于是在惊骇中大声喊叫。使我狼狈的是我发现这声喊叫并非虚幻。一阵匆忙的脚步声走近我的卧房门口。有人使劲把门推开，一道光从床顶的方洞外微微照进来。我坐着还在哆嗦，并且在揩着我额上的汗。这闯进来的人好像迟疑不前，自己咕噜着。最后他轻轻地说：“有人在这儿吗？”显然并不期望有人答话。我想最好还是承认我在这儿吧，因为我听出希刺克厉夫的口音，唯恐如果我不声不响，他还要进一步搜索的。这样想着，我就翻身推开嵌板。我这行动所产生的影响将使我久久不能忘记。

希刺克厉夫站在门口，穿着衬衣衬裤，拿着一支蜡烛，烛油直滴到他的手指上，脸色苍白得像他身后的墙一样。那橡木门第一声轧的一响吓得他像是触电一样：手里的蜡烛跳出来有几尺远，他激动得这么厉害，以至于他连拾也拾不起来。

“只不过是你的客人在这儿罢了，先生。”我叫出声来，省得他更暴露出胆怯样子而使他丢掉面子。“我作了一个可怕的恶梦，不幸在睡着时叫起来了。我很抱歉我打搅了你。”

“啊，上帝惩罚你，洛克乌德先生！但愿你在——”我的主人开始说，把蜡烛放在一张椅子上，因为他发现不可能拿着它不晃。“谁把你带到这间屋子里来的？”他接着说，并把指甲掐进他的手心，磨着牙齿，为的是制止腭骨的颤动。“是谁带你来的？我真想把他们就在这会儿撵出门去！”

“是你的佣人，齐拉，”我回答，跳到地板上，急急忙忙穿衣服。“你撵，我也不管，希刺克厉夫先生。她活该，我猜想她是打算利用我来再证明一下这地方闹鬼罢了。咳，是闹鬼——满屋是妖魔鬼怪！我对你说，你是有理由把它关起来的。凡是在这么一个洞里睡过觉的人是不会感谢你的！”

“你是什么意思？”希刺克厉夫问道，“你在干吗？既然你已经在这儿了，就躺下，睡完这一夜！可是，看在老天的份上！别再发出那种可怕的叫声啦。那没法叫人原谅，除非你的喉咙正在给人切断！”

“要是那个小妖精从窗子进来了，她大概就会把我掐死的！”我回嘴说。“我不预备再受你那些好客的祖先们的迫害了。杰别斯·伯兰德罕牧师是不是你母亲的亲戚？还有那个疯丫头，凯瑟琳·林惇，或是恩萧，不管她姓什么吧——她一定是个容易变心的——恶毒的小灵魂！她告诉我这二十年来她就在地面上流浪——我不怀疑，她正是罪有应得啊！’

这些话还没落音，我立刻想起那本书上希刺克厉夫与凯瑟琳两个名字的联系，这点我完全忘了，这时才醒过来。我为我的粗心脸红，可是，为了表示我并不觉察到我的冒失，我赶紧加一句，“事实是，先生，前半夜我在——”说到这儿我又顿时停住了——我差点说出“阅读那些旧书”，那就表明我不但知道书中印刷的内容，也知道那些用笔写出的内容了。因此，我纠正自己，这样往下说——“在拼读刻在窗台上的名字。一种很单调的工作，打算使我睡着，像数数目似的，或是——”

“你这样对我滔滔不绝，到底是什么意思？”希刺克厉夫大吼一声，蛮性发作。“怎么——你怎么敢在我的家里？——天呀！他这样说话必是发疯啦！”他愤怒地敲着他的额头。

我不知道是跟他抬杠好，还是继续解释好。可是他仿佛大受震动，我都可怜他了，于是继续说我的梦，肯定说我以前绝没有听过“凯瑟琳·林惇”这名字，可是念得过多才产生了一个印象，当我不能再约束我的想象时，这印象就化为真人了。希刺克厉夫在我说话的时候，慢慢地往床后靠，最后坐下来差不多是在后面隐藏起来了。但是，听他那不规则的上气不接下气的呼吸，我猜想他是拚命克制过分强烈的情感。我不想让他看出我已觉察出了他处在矛盾中，就继续梳洗，发出很大的声响，又看看我的表，自言自语地抱怨夜长。

“还没到三点钟哪！我本来想发誓说已经六点了，时间在这儿停滞不动啦：我们一定是八点钟就睡了！”

“在冬天总是九点睡，总是四点起床，”我的主人说，压住一声呻吟。看他胳臂的影子的动作，我猜想他从眼里抹去一滴眼泪。“洛克乌德先生，”他又说，“你可以到我屋里去。你这么早下楼也妨碍别人，你这孩子气的大叫已经把我的睡魔赶掉了。”

“我也一样。”我回答。“我要在院子里走走，等到天亮我就走。你不必怕我再来打搅。我这想交友寻乐的毛病现在治好了，不管是在乡间或在城里。一个头脑清醒的人应该发现跟自己作伴就够了。”

“愉快的作伴！”希刺克厉夫咕噜着，“拿着蜡烛，你爱去哪儿就去吧。我就来找你。不过，别到院子里去，狗都没拴住。大厅里——朱诺在那儿站岗，还有——不，你只能在楼梯和过道那儿溜达。可是，你去吧！我过两分钟就来。”

我服从了，就离开了这间卧室。当时不知道那狭窄的小屋通到哪里，就只好还站在那儿，不料却无意亲眼看见我的房东做出一种迷信的动作，这很奇怪，看来他不过是表面上有头脑罢了。

他上了床，扭开窗子，一边开窗，一边涌出压抑不住的热泪。“进来吧！进来吧！”他抽泣着。“凯蒂，来吧！啊，来呀——再来一次！啊！我的心爱的！这回听我的话吧，凯蒂，最后一次！”幽灵显示出幽灵素有的反复无常，它偏偏不来！只有风雪猛烈地急速吹过，甚至吹到我站的地方，而且吹灭了蜡烛。

在这突然涌出的悲哀中，竟有这样的痛苦伴随着这段发狂的话，以致我对他的怜悯之情使我忽视了他举止的愚蠢。我避开了，一面由于自己听到了他这番话而暗自生气，一面又因自己诉说了我那荒唐的恶梦而烦躁不安，因为就是那梦产生了这种悲恸。至于为什么会产生，我就不懂了。我小心地下楼，到了后厨房，那儿有一星火苗，拨拢在一起，使我点着了蜡烛。没有一点动静，只有一只斑纹灰猫从灰烬里爬出来，怨声怨气地咪唔一声向我致敬。

两条长凳，摆成半圆形，几乎把炉火围起来了。我躺在一条凳子上，老母猫跳上了另一条。我们两个都在打盹，不料有人来捣乱，那就是约瑟夫放下一个木梯，它经过一个活门直通阁楼里：我猜想这就是他上升阁楼之路了。他向着我拨弄起来的火苗狠狠地望了一眼，把猫从它的高座下撵下来，自己安坐在空出的位子上，开始了把烟叶填进三寸长的烟斗里的动作。我在他的圣地出现，显然被他看作是羞于提及的莽撞事情。他默默地把烟管递到嘴里，胳臂交叉着，喷云吐雾。我让他享受安逸，不打搅他。他吸完最后一口，深深地吁出一口气，站起来，像走进来时那样庄严地又走出去了。

跟着有人踏着轻快的脚步进来了；现在我张开口正要说早安，可又闭上了，敬礼未能完成，因为哈里顿·恩萧正在SottoVoce①作他的早祷，也就是说他在屋角搜寻一把铲子或是铁锹去铲除积雪时，他碰到每样东西都要对它发出一串的咒骂。他向凳子后面溜了一眼，张大鼻孔，认为对我用不着客气，就像对我那猫伴一样。看他作的准备，我猜他允许我走了，我离开我的硬座，打算跟他走。他注意到这点，就用他的铲子头戳戳一扇黑门，不出声的表示如果我要改变住处，就非走这儿不可。

①意大利文，意为“偷偷地低声”。

那扇门通到大厅，女人们已经在那儿走动了：齐拉用一只巨大的风箱把火苗吹上烟囱；希刺克厉夫夫人，跪在炉边，借着火光读着一本书。她用手遮挡着火炉的热气，使它不伤她的眼睛，仿佛很专心地读着。只有在骂佣人不该把火星弄到她身上来，或者不时推开一只总是用鼻子向她脸上凑近的狗的时候才停止阅读。我很惊奇地看见希刺克厉夫也在那儿。他站在火边，背朝着我。由于刚刚对可怜的齐拉发过一场脾气，她时不时地放下工作，拉起围裙角，发出气愤的哼哼声。

“还有你，你这没出息的——”我进去时，他正转过来对他的儿媳妇发作，并且在形容词后面加个无伤的词儿，如鸭呀，羊呀，可是往往什么也不加，只用一个“——”来代表了。“你又在那儿，搞你那些无聊的把戏啦！人家都能挣饭吃——你就只靠我！把你那废物丢开，找点事做！你老是在我眼前使我烦，你要得报应的——你听见没有，该死的贱人！”

“我会把我的废物丢开，因为如果我拒绝，你还是可以强迫我丢的。”那少妇回答，合上她的书，把它丢在一张椅子上。

“可你就是咒掉了舌头，我也是除了我愿意作的事以外，别的什么我都不干！”

希刺克厉夫举起他的手，说话的人显然熟悉那只手的份量，马上跳到一个较安全的远点的地方。我无心观赏一场猫和狗的打架，便轻快地走向前去，好像是很想在炉边取暖，完全没理会这场中断了的争吵似的。双方都还有足够的礼貌，总算暂时停止了进一步的敌对行为。希刺克厉夫不知不觉地把拳头放在他的口袋里。希刺克厉夫夫人噘着嘴，坐到远远的一张椅子那儿，在我待在那儿的一段时间里，她果然依照她的话，扮演一座石像。我没有待多久。我谢绝与他们进早餐。等到曙光初放，我就抓紧机会，逃到外面的自由的空气里，它现在已是清爽、宁静而又寒冷得像块无形的冰一样了。

我还没有走到花园的尽头，我的房东就喊住了我，他要陪我走过旷野。幸亏他陪我，因为整个山脊仿佛一片波涛滚滚的白色海洋。它的起伏并不指示出地面的凸凹不平：至少，许多坑是被填平了；而且整个蜿蜒的丘陵——石矿的残迹——都从我昨天走过时在我心上所留下的地图中抹掉了。我曾注意到在路的一边，每隔六七码就有一排直立的石头，一直延续到荒原的尽头。这些石头都竖立着，涂上石灰，是为了在黑暗中标志方向的；也是为了碰上像现在这样的一场大雪把两边的深沿和较坚实的小路弄得混淆不清时而设的。但是，除了零零落落看得见这儿那儿有个泥点以外，这些石头存在的痕迹全消失了。当我以为我是正确地沿着蜿蜒的道路向前走时，我的同伴却时不时地需要警告我向左或向右转。

我们很少交谈，他在画眉园林门口站住，说我到这儿就不会走错了。我们的告别仅限于匆忙一鞠躬，然后我就径向前去。相信我自己有本事，因为守门人的住处还没赁出去。从大门到田庄是两英里，我相信我给走成四英里了。由于在树林里迷了路，又陷在雪坑里被雪埋到齐脖子：那种困难景况只有经历过的人才能领会。总之，不论我怎么样的乱荡，在我进家时，钟正敲十二下。这指出从呼啸山庄循着通常的道路回来，每一英里都花了整整一个钟头。

我那坐在家里不动的管家和她的随从蜂拥而出来欢迎我，七嘴八舌地嚷着说她们都以为我是没指望的了。人人都猜想我昨晚已死掉了。她们不知道该怎么出发去找我的尸体。现在她们既然看见我回来了，我就叫她们安静些，我也快要冻僵了。我吃力地上楼去，换上干衣服以后，踱来踱去走了三四十分钟，好恢复元气。我又到我的书房里，软弱得像一只小猫，几乎没法享受仆人为恢复我的精神而准备下的一炉旺火和热气腾腾的咖啡了。

亦汐

Chapter 3




While leading the way upstairs, she recommended that I should hide the candle, and not make a noise; for her master had an odd notion about the chamber she would put me in, and never let anybody lodge there willingly. I asked the reason. She did not know, she answered: she had only lived there a year or two; and they had so many queer goings on, she could not begin to be curious.

Too stupefied to be curious myself, I fastened my door and glanced round for the bed. The whole furniture consisted of a chair, a clothes-press, and a large oak case, with squares cut out near the top resembling coach windows. Having approached this structure I looked inside, and perceived it to be a singular sort of old-fashioned couch, very conveniently designed to obviate the necessity for every member of the family having a room to himself. In fact it formed a little closet, and the ledge of a window, which it enclosed, served as a table. I slid back the panelled sides, got in with my light, pulled them together again, and felt secure against the vigilance of Heathcliff, and everyone else.

The ledge, where I placed my candle, had a few mildewed books piled up in one corner; and it was covered with writing scratched on the paint. This writing, however, was nothing but a name repeated in all kinds of characters, large and small--Catherine Earnshaw, here and there varied to Catherine Heathcliff, and again to Catherine Linton.

In vapid listlessness I leant my head against the window, and continued spelling over Catherine Earnshaw--Heathcliff--Linton, till my eyes closed; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark as vivid as spectres--the air swarmed with Catherines; and rousing myself to dispel the obtrusive name, I discovered my candle wick reclining on one of the antique volumes, and perfuming the place with an odour of roasted calfskin. I snuffed it off, and, very ill at ease under the influence of cold and lingering nausea, sat up and spread open the injured tome on my knee. It was a Testament, in lean type, and smelling dreadfully musty: a fly-leaf bore the inscription --`Catherine Earnshaw, her book', and a date some quarter of a century back. I shut it, and took up another, and another, till I had examined all. Catherine's library was select, and its state of dilapidation proved it to have been well used; though not altogether for a legitimate purpose: scarcely one chapter had escaped a pen-and-ink commentary--at least, the appearance of one--covering every morsel of blank that the printer had left. Some were detached sentences; other parts took the form of a regular diary, scrawled in an unformed childish hand. At the top of an extra page (quite a treasure, probably, when first lighted on) I was greatly amused to behold an excellent caricature of my friend Joseph,--rudely, yet powerfully sketched. An immediate interest kindled within me for the unknown Catherine, and I began forthwith to decipher her faded hieroglyphics.

`An awful Sunday!' commenced the paragraph beneath. `I wish my father were back again. Hindley is a detestable substitute his conduct to Heathcliff is atrocious--H. and I are going to rebel--we took our initiatory step this evening.

`All day had been flooding with rain; we could not go to church, so Joseph must needs get up a congregation in the garret; and, while Hindley and his wife basked downstairs before a comfortable fire--doing anything but reading their Bibles, I'll answer for it--Heathcliff, myself, and the unhappy plough-boy, were commanded to take our prayer books, and mount: we were ranged in a row, on a sack of corn, groaning and shivering, and hoping that Joseph would shiver too, so that he might give us a short homily for his own sake. A vain idea! The service lasted precisely three hours; and yet my brother had the face to exclaim, when he saw us descending, "What, done already?" On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play, if we did not make much noise; now a mere titter is sufficient to send us into comers!

`"You forget you have a master here," says the tyrant. "I'll demolish the first who puts me out of temper! I insist on perfect sobriety and silence. Oh, boy! was that you? Frances, darling, pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers." Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband's knee; and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour--foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of. We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed in the arch of the dresser. I had just fastened our pinafores together, and hung them up for a curtain, when in comes Joseph on an errand from the stables. He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks--

`"T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath nut o'ered, und t' sahnd uh t' gospel still i' yer lugs, and yah darr be laiking! Shame on ye! sit ye dahn, ill childer! they's good books eneugh if ye'll read 'em! sit ye dahn, and think uh yer sowls!"

`Saying this, he compelled us so to square our positions that we might receive from the far-off fire a dull ray to show us the text of the lumber thrust upon us. I could not bear the employment. I took my dingy volume by the scroop, and hurled it into the dog kennel, vowing I hated a good book. Heathcliff kicked his to the same place. Then there was a hubbub!

`"Maister Hindley!" shouted our chaplain. "Maister, coom hither! Miss Cathy's riven th' back off `Th' Helmet uh Salvation, un' Heathcliff's pawsed his fit intuh t' first part uh `T' Brooad Way to Destruction!' It's fair flaysome ut yah let 'em goa on this gait. Ech! th' owd man ud uh laced 'em properly--but he's goan!"

`Hindley hurried up from his paradise on the hearth, and seizing one of us by the collar, and the other by the arm, hurled both into the back kitchen; where, Joseph asseverated, "owd Nick" would fetch us as sure as we were living: and, so comforted, we each sought a separate nook to await his advent. I reached this book, and a pot of ink from a shelf, and pushed the house door ajar to give me light, and I have got the time on with writing for twenty minutes; but my companion is impatient, and proposes that we should appropriate the dairywoman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter. A pleasant suggestion--and then, if the surly old man come in, he may believe his prophecy verified--we cannot be damper, or colder, in the rain than we are here.'

　

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I suppose Catherine fulfilled her project, for the next sentence took up another subject: she waxed lachrymose.

`How little did I dream that Hindley would ever make me cry so!' she wrote. `My head aches, till I cannot keep it on the pillow; and still I can't give over. Poor Heathcliff! Hindley calls him a vagabond, and won't let him sit with us, nor eat with us any more; and, he says, he and I must not play together, and threatens to turn him out of the house if we break his orders. He has been blaming our father (how dared he?) for treating H. too liberally; and swears he will reduce him to his right place--'

　

***

I began to nod drowsily over the dim page: my eye wandered from manuscript to print, I saw a red ornamented title--`Seventy Times Seven, and the First of the Seventy-First. A Pious Discourse delivered by the Reverend Jabes Branderham, in the Chapel of Gimmerden Sough.' And while I was, half consciously, worrying my brain to guess what Jabes Branderham would make of his subject, I sank back in bed, and fell asleep. Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper! what else could it be that made me pass such a terrible night? I don't remember another that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering.

I began to dream, almost before I ceased to be sensible of my locality. I thought it was morning; and I had set out on my way home, with Joseph for a guide. The snow lay yards deep in our road; and, as we floundered on, my companion wearied me with constant reproaches that I had not brought a pilgrim's staff: telling me that I could never get into the house without one, and boastfully flourishing a heavy-headed cudgel, which I understood to be so denominated. For a moment I considered it absurd that I should need such a weapon to gain admittance into my own residence. Then a new idea flashed across me. I was not going there: we were journeying to hear the famous Jabes Branderham preach from the text--`Seventy Times Seven'; and either Joseph, the preacher, or I had committed the `First of the Seventy-First', and were to be publicly exposed and excommunicated.

We came to the chapel. I have passed it really in my walks, twice or thrice; it lies in a hollow, between two hills; an elevated hollow, near a swamp, whose peaty moisture is said to answer all the purposes of embalming on the few corpses deposited there. The roof has been kept whole hitherto; but as the clergyman's stipend is only twenty pounds per annum, and a house with two rooms, threatening speedily to determine into one, no clergyman will undertake the duties of pastor: especially as it is currently reported that his flock would rather let him starve than increase the living by one penny from their own pockets. However, in my dream, Jabes had a full and attentive congregation; and he preached--good God! what a sermon'. divided into four hundred and ninety parts, each fully equal to an ordinary address from the pulpit, and each discussing a separate sin! Where he searched for them, I cannot tell. He had his private manner of interpreting the phrase, and it seemed necessary the brother should sin different sins on every occasion. They were of the most curious character: odd transgressions that I never imagined previously.

Oh, how weary I grew. How I writhed, and yawned, and nodded, and revived! How I pinched and pricked myself, and rubbed my eyes, and stood up, and sat down again, and nudged Joseph to inform me if he would ever have done. I was condemned 10 hear all out: finally, he reached the `First of the Seventy-First'. At that crisis, a sudden inspiration descended on me; I was moved to rise and denounce Jabes Branderham as the sinner of the sin that no Christian need pardon.

`Sir,' I exclaimed, `sitting here within these four walls, at one stretch, I have endured and forgiven the four hundred and ninety heads of your discourse. Seventy times seven times have I plucked up my hat and been about to depart--seventy times seven times have you preposterously forced me to resume my seat. The four hundred and ninety-first is too much. Fellow-martyrs, have at him! Drag him down, and crush him to atoms, that the place which knows him may know him no more!'

`Thou art the Man!' cries Jabes, after a solemn pause, leaning over his cushion. `Seventy times seven times didst thou gapingly contort thy visage--seventy times seven did I take counsel with my soul--Lo, this is human weakness: this also may be absolved! The First of the Seventy-First is come. Brethren, execute upon him the judgment written. Such honour have all His saints!'

With that concluding word, the whole assembly, exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the confluence of the multitude, several clubs crossed; blows, aimed at me, fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with rappings and counter-rappings: every man's hand was against his neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, poured forth his zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which responded so smartly that, at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had played Jabes's part in the row? Merely, the branch of a fir tree that touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant; detected the disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again: if possible, still more disagreeably than before.

亦汐

This time, I remembered I was lying in the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind, and the driving of the snow; I heard, also, the fir bough repeat its teasing sound, and ascribed it to the right cause: but it annoyed me so much, that I resolved to--silence it, if possible; and, I thought, I rose and endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the staple: a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. `I must stop it, nevertheless!' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, ice-cold hand! The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, `Let me in--let me in!' `Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. `Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton); `I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, `Let me in!' and maintained its tenacious grip, almost maddening me with fear. `How can I?' I said at length. `Let me go, if you want me to let you in!' The fingers relaxed, I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an hour; yet, the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry moaning on! `Begone!' I shouted, `I'll never let you in, not if you beg for twenty years.' `It is twenty years,' mourned the voice: `twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!' Thereat began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if thrust forward. I tried to jump up; but could not stir a limb; and so yelled aloud, in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I discovered the yell was not ideal: hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody pushed it open, with a vigorous hand, and a light glimmered through the squares at the top of the bed. I sat shuddering yet, and wiping the perspiration from my forehead: the intruder appeared to hesitate, and muttered to himself. At last, he said in a half-whisper, plainly not expecting an answer, `Is any one here?' I considered it best to confess my presence, for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he might search further, if I kept quiet. With this intention, I turned and opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action produced.

Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and trousers: with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white as the wall behind him. The first creak of the oak startled him like an electric shock! the light leaped from his hold to a distance of some feet, and his agitation was so extreme, that he could hardly pick it up.

`It is only your guest, sir,' I called out, desirous to spare him the humiliation of exposing his cowardice further. `I had the misfortune to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I disturbed you.

`Oh God confound you, Mr Lockwood! I wish you were at the--` commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady. `And who showed you up into this room?' he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. `Who was it? I've a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment!'

`It was your servant, Zillah,' I replied, flinging myself on to the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments. `I should not care if you did, Mr Heathcliff; she richly deserves it. I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my expense. Well, it is--swarming with ghosts and goblins! You have reason in shutting it up, I assure you. No one will thank you for a doze in such a den!'

`What do you mean?' asked Heathcliff, `and what are you doing? Lie down and finish out the night, since you are here; but, for heaven's sake! don't repeat that horrid noise; nothing could excuse it, unless you were having your throat cut!'

`If the little fiend had got in at the window, she probably would have strangled me!' I returned. `I'm not going to endure the persecutions of your hospitable ancestors again. Was not the Reverend Jabes Branderham akin to you on the mother's side? And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she was called--she must have been a changeling--wicked little soul! She told me she had been walking the earth these twenty years: a just punishment for her mortal transgressions, I've no doubt!'

Scarcely were these words uttered, when I recollected the association of Heathcliff's with Catherine's name in the book,--which had completely slipped from my memory, till thus awakened. I blushed at my inconsideration; but, without showing further consciousness of the offence, I hastened to add--`The truth is, sir, I passed the first part of the night in'--Here I stopped afresh--I was about to say perusing those old volumes', then it would have revealed my knowledge of their written, as well as their printed, contents: so, correcting myself, I went on, `in spelling over the name scratched on that window-ledge. A monotonous occupation, calculated to set me asleep, like counting, or--'

`What can you mean by talking in this way to me?' thundered Heathcliff with savage vehemence. `How--how dare you, under my roof?--God! he's mad to speak so!' And he struck his forehead with rage.

I did not know whether to resent this language or pursue my explanation; but he seemed so powerfully affected that I took pity and proceeded with my dreams; affirming I had never heard the appellation of `Catherine Linton' before, but reading it often over produced an impression which personified itself when I had no longer my imagination under control. Heathcliff gradually fell back into the shelter of the bed, as I spoke; finally sitting down almost concealed behind it. I guessed, however, by his irregular and intercepted breathing, that he struggled to vanquish an excess of violent emotion. Not liking to show him that I had heard the conflict, I continued my toilette rather noisily, looking at my watch, and soliloquized on the length of the night: `Not three o'clock yet! I could have taken oath it had been six. Time stagnates here: we must surely have retired to rest at eight!'

`Always at nine in winter, and always rise at four,' said my host, suppressing a groan: and, as I fancied, by the motion of his shadow's arm, dashing a tear from his eyes. `Mr Lockwood,' he added, `you may go into my room: you'll only be in the way, coming downstairs so early; and your childish outcry has sent sleep to the devil for me.'

`And for me, too,' I replied. `I'll walk in the yard till daylight, and then I'll be off; and you need not dread a repetition of my intrusion. I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.'

`Delightful company!' muttered Heathcliff. `Take the candle, and go where you please. I shall join you directly. Keep out of the yard, though, the dogs are unchained; and the house--Juno mounts sentinel there, and--nay, you can only ramble about the steps and passages. But, away with you! I'll come in two minutes!'

I obeyed, so far as to quit the chamber; when, ignorant where the narrow lobbies led, I stood still, and was witness, involuntarily, to a piece of superstition on the part of my landlord, which belied, oddly, his apparent sense. He got on to the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears. `Come in! come in!' he sobbed. `Cathy, do come. Oh do--once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time, Catherine, at last!' The spectre showed a spectre's ordinary caprice: it gave no sign of being; but the snow and wind whirled wildly through, even reaching my station, and blowing out the light.

There was such anguish in the gust of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly, and I drew off, half angry to have listened at all, and vexed at having related my ridiculous nightmare, since it produced that agony; though why, was beyond my comprehension. I descended cautiously to the lower regions, and landed in the back kitchen, where a gleam of fire, raked compactly together, enabled me to rekindle my candle. Nothing was stirring except a bridled, grey cat, which crept from the ashes, and saluted me with a querulous mew.

Two benches, shaped in sections of a circle, nearly enclosed the hearth; on one of these I stretched myself, and Grimalkin mounted the other. We were both of us nodding, ere anyone invaded our retreat, and then it was Joseph, shuffling down a wooden ladder that vanished in the roof, through a trap: the ascent to his garret, I suppose. He cast a sinister look at the little flame which I had enticed to play between the ribs, swept the cat from its elevation, and bestowing himself in the vacancy, commenced the operation of stuffing a three-inch pipe with tobacco. My presence in his sanctum was evidently esteemed a piece of impudence too shameful for remark: he silently applied the tube to his lips, folded his arms, and puffed away. I let him enjoy the luxury unannoyed; and after sucking out his last wreath, and heaving a profound sigh, he got up, and departed as solemnly as he came.

A more elastic footstep entered next; and now I opened my mouth for a `good morning', but closed it again, the salutation unachieved; for Hareton Earnshaw was performing his orisons sotto voce, in a series of curses directed against every object he touched, while he rummaged a corner for a spade or shovel to dig through the drifts. He glanced over the back of the bench, dilating his nostrils, and thought as little of exchanging civilities with me as with my companion the cat. I guessed, by his preparations, that egress was allowed, and, leaving my hard couch, made a movement to follow him. He noticed this, and thrust at an inner door with the end of his spade, intimating by an inarticulate sound that there was the place where I must go, if I changed my locality;

It opened into the house, where the females were already astir, Zillah urging flakes of flame up the chimney with a colossal bellows; and Mrs Heathcliff, kneeling on the hearth, reading a book by the aid of the blaze. She held her hand interposed between the furnace heat and her eyes, and seemed absorbed in her occupation; desisting from it only to chide the servant for covering her with sparks, or to push away a dog, now and then, that snoozled its nose over-forwardly into her face. I was surprised to see Heathcliff there also. He stood by the fire, his back towards me, just finishing a stormy scene to poor Zillah; who ever and anon interrupted her labour to pluck up the corner of her apron, and heave an indignant groan.

`And you, you worthless'--he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter-in-law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash--. `There you are, at your idle tricks again! The rest of them do earn their bread--you live on my charity! Put your trash away, and find something to do. You shall pay me for the plague of having you eternally in my sight--do you hear, damnable jade?'

`I'll put my trash away, because you can make me, if I refuse,' answered the young lady, closing her book, and throwing it on a chair. `But I'll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!'

Heathcliff lifted his hand, and the speaker sprang to a safer distance, obviously acquainted with its weight. Having no desire to be entertained by a cat-and-dog combat; I stepped forward briskly, as if eager to partake the warmth of the hearth, and innocent of any knowledge of the interrupted dispute. Each had enough decorum to suspend further hostilities: Heathcliff placed his fist, out of temptation, in his pockets; Mrs Heathcliff curled her lip, and walked to a seat far off, where she kept her word by playing the part of a statue during the remainder of my stay. That was not long. I declined joining their breakfast, and, at the first gleam of dawn, took an opportunity of escaping into the free air, now clear, and still, and cold as impalpable ice.

My landlord hallooed for me to stop, ere I reached the bottom of the garden, and offered to accompany me across the moor. It was well he did, for the whole hill-back was one billowy, white ocean; the swells and falls not indicating corresponding rises and depressions in the ground: many pits, at least, were filled to a level; and entire ranges of mounds, the refuse of the quarries, blotted from the chart which my yesterday's walk left pictured in my mind. I had remarked on one side of the road, at intervals of six or seven yards, a line of upright stones, continued through the whole length of the barren: these were erected, and daubed with lime on purpose to serve as guides in the dark; and also when a fall, like the present, confounded the deep swamps on either hand with the firmer path: but, excepting a dirty dot pointing up here and there, all traces of their existence had vanished: and my companion found it necessary to warn me frequently to steer to the right or left, when I imagined I was following, correctly, the windings of the road. We exchanged little conversation, and he halted at the entrance of Thrushcross Park, saying, I could make no error there. Our adieux were limited to a hasty bow, and then I pushed forward, trusting to my own resources; for the porter's lodge is untenanted as yet. The distance from the gate to the Grange is two miles: I believe I managed to make it four; what with losing myself among the trees, and sinking up to the neck in snow: a predicament which only those who have experienced it can appreciate. At any rate, whatever were my wanderings, the clock chimed twelve as I entered the house; and that gave exactly an hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights.

My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me; exclaiming, tumultuously, they had completely given me up; everybody conjectured that I perished last night; and they were wondering how they must set about the search for my remains. I bid them be quiet, now that they saw me returned, and, benumbed to my very heart, I dragged upstairs; whence, after putting on dry clothes, and pacing to and fro thirty or forty minutes, to restore the animal heat, I am adjourned to my study, feeble as a kitten: almost too much so to enjoy the cheerful fire and smoking coffee which the servant has prepared for my refreshment.

亦汐

第四章




我们是些多么没用的三心二意的人啊！我，本来下决心摒弃所有世俗的来往。感谢我的福星高照，终于来到了一个简直都无法通行的地方——我，软弱的的可怜虫，与消沉和孤独苦斗直到黄昏，最后还是不得不扯起降旗。在丁太太送晚饭来时，我装着打听关于我的住所必需的东西，请她坐下来守着我吃，真诚地希望她是一个地道的爱絮叨的人，希望她的话不是使我兴高采烈，就是催我入眠。

“你在此地住了相当久了吧，”我开始说，“你不是说过有十六年了吗？”

“十八年啦，先生，我是在女主人结婚时，就跟过来伺候她的。她死后，主人就把我留下来当他的管家了。”

“哦。”

跟着一阵静默。我担心她不是一个爱絮叨的人，除非是关于她自己的事，而那些事又不能使我发生兴趣。但是，她沉思了一会，把拳头放在膝上，她那红红的脸上罩着一层冥想的云雾，突然失声叹道：

“啊，从那时起，世道可变得多厉害呀！”

“是的，”我说，“我猜想你看过不少变化了吧？”

“我见过，也见过不少烦恼哩。”她说。

“啊，我要把谈话转到我房东家里来了！”我思忖着。“谈这题目倒不错！还有那个漂亮的小寡妇，我很想知道她的历史。她是本地人呢，还是，更可能的是一个外乡人，因此这乖戾的本地居民就跟她合不来。”这样想着，我就问丁太太，为什么希刺克厉夫把画眉田庄出租，宁可住在一个地点与房屋都差得多的地方。“他难道还不够富裕得把产业好好整顿一下吗？”我问。

“富裕啊，先生！”她回答。“他有钱，谁也不知道他有多少钱，而且每年都增加。是啊，是啊，他富得足够让他住一所比这还好的房子。可是他有点——手紧。而且，假使他有意搬到画眉田庄的话，他一听见有个好房客，他就绝不会放弃这个多拿几百的机会。有的人孤孤单单地活在世上，可还要这么贪财，这真奇怪！”

“好像他有过一个儿子吧？”

“是的，有过一个——死啦。”

“那位年轻的太太，希刺克厉夫夫人，是他的遗孀吧？”

“是的。”

“她本来从哪儿来的？”

“哪，先生，她就是我那过世的主人的女儿啊；凯瑟琳·林惇是她的闺名。我把她带大的，可怜的东西！我真情愿希刺克厉夫先生搬到这儿来，那我们又可以在一起了。”

“什么？凯瑟琳·林惇！”我大为吃惊地叫道。可是只经过一分钟的回想，我就相信那不是我那鬼怪的凯瑟琳了。“那么，”我接着说，“我以前的房主人姓林惇啦？”

“是的。”

“那么跟希刺克厉夫先生同住的那个恩萧，哈里顿·恩萧又是谁呢？他们是亲戚吗？”

“不，他是过世的林惇夫人的侄子。”

“那么，是那年轻太太的表哥啦？”

“是的，她的丈夫也就是她的表兄弟：一个是母亲的内侄，一个是父亲的外甥；希刺克厉夫娶了林惇的妹妹。”

“我看见呼啸山庄的房子的前门上刻着‘恩萧’这个字。

他们是个古老的世家吧？”

“很古老的，先生，哈里顿是他们最后一个了，就像我们的凯蒂小姐也是我们最后一个——我意思是说林惇家的最后一个。你去过呼啸山庄吗？我冒昧地问一声，我很想打听她怎么样了！”

“希刺克厉夫夫人吗？她看上去很好，也很漂亮。可是，我想，不太快乐。”

“啊呀，那我倒不奇怪！你看那位主人怎么样？”

“简直是一个粗暴的人，丁太太。他的性格就是那样吗？”

“像锯齿一样地粗，像岩石一样地硬！你跟他越少来往越好。”

“他一生一定经历过一些坎坷，才使他变成这么一个粗暴的人吧。你知道一点他的经历吗？”

“就像一只布谷鸟的一生似的，先生——除了他生在哪儿，他的父母是谁，还有他当初怎么发财的以外，别的我全知道。哈里顿就像个羽毛还没长好的篱雀似的给扔出去了！在全教区里只有这不幸的孩子，是唯一的料想不到自己是怎么被欺骗的哩。”

“啊，丁太太，做做好事告诉我一点有关我邻居的事吧。我觉得要是我上床睡去，我也不会安心的，所以行行好坐下聊一个钟头吧。”

“啊，当然可以，先生！我就去拿点针线来，然后你要我坐多久，都可以。可是你着凉啦。我看见你直哆嗦，你得喝点粥去去寒气。”

这位可尊敬的女人匆匆忙忙地走开了，我朝炉火边更挨近些。我的头觉得发热，身上却发冷，而且，我的神经和大脑受刺激到发昏的地步。这使我觉得，不是不舒服，可是使我简直害怕（现在还害怕），唯恐今天和昨天的事会有严重的后果。她不久就回来了，带来一个热气腾腾的盆子，还有针线篮子。她把盆子放在炉台上后，又把椅子拉过来，显然发现有我作伴而高兴呢。

在我来这儿住之前——她开始说，不再等我邀请就讲开了——我差不多总是在呼啸山庄的。因为我母亲是带辛德雷·恩萧先生的，他就是哈里顿的父亲，我和孩子们也在一起玩惯了。我也给他们干杂活，帮忙割草，在庄园里荡来荡去，不管谁叫我作点什么我都作。一个晴朗的夏日清晨——我记得那是开始收获的时候——老主人恩萧先生下楼来，穿着要出远门的衣服。在他告诉了约瑟夫这一天要作些什么之后，他转过身来对着辛德雷、凯蒂和我——因为我正在跟他们一块儿吃粥——，他对他的儿子说：“喂，我的漂亮人儿，我今天要去利物浦啦。我给你带个什么回来呢？你喜欢什么就挑什么吧，只是要挑个小东西，因为我要走去走回：一趟六十英里，挺长一趟路哩！”辛德雷说要一把小提琴，然后他就问凯蒂小姐。她还不到六岁，可是她已经能骑上马厩里任何一匹马了，因而选择一根马鞭。他也没有忘掉我，因为他有一颗仁慈的心，虽然有时候他有点严厉。他答应给我带回来一口袋苹果和梨，然后他亲亲孩子们，说了声再会，就动身走了。

他走了三天，我们都觉得仿佛很久了，小凯蒂总要问起他什么时候回家来。第三天晚上恩萧夫人期待他在晚饭时候回来，她把晚饭一点钟一点钟的往后推迟。可是，没有他回来的征象。最后，孩子们连跑到大门口张望也腻了。天黑下来了，她要他们去睡，可是他们苦苦地哀求允许他们再待一会儿。在差不多十一点钟时，门闩轻轻地抬起来了，主人走进来。他倒在一把椅子上，又是笑又是哼，叫他们都站开，因为他都快累坏了——就是给他英伦三岛，他也不肯再走一趟了。

走到后来，就跟奔命似的！他说，打开他的大衣，这件大衣是被他裹成一团抱在怀里的。“瞧这儿，太太！我一辈子没有给任何东西搞得这么狼狈过，可是你一定得当作是上帝赐的礼物来接受，虽然他黑得简直像从魔鬼那儿来的。”

我们围拢来，我从凯蒂小姐的头上望过去，窥见一个肮脏的，穿得破破烂烂的黑头发的孩子。挺大了，已经该能走能说了。的确，他的脸望上去比凯瑟琳还显得年龄大些。可是，让他站在地上的时候，他只会四下呆望，叽哩咕噜地尽重复一些没有人能懂的话。我很害怕，恩萧夫人打算把他丢出门外。她可真跳起来了，质问他怎么想得出把那个野孩子带到家来，自己的孩子已够他们抚养的了。他到底打算怎么办，是不是疯了？主人想把事情解释一下，可是他真的累得半死。我在她的责骂声中，只能听出来是这么回事：他在利物浦的大街上看见这孩子快要饿死了，无家可归，又像哑巴一样。他就把他带着，打听是谁的孩子。他说，没有一个人知道他是谁家的孩子。他的钱和时间又都有限，想想还不如马上把他带回家，总比在那儿白白浪费时间好些。因为他已经决定既然发现了他就不能不管。那么，结局是我的主妇抱怨够了，安静了下来。恩萧先生吩咐我给他洗澡，换上干净衣服，让他跟孩子们一块睡。

在吵闹时，辛德雷和凯蒂先是甘心情愿地又看又听，直到秩序恢复，两个人就开始搜他们父亲的口袋，找他答应过的他们的礼物。辛德雷是一个十四岁的男孩，可是当他从大衣里拉出那只本来是小提琴，却已经挤成碎片的时候，他就放声大哭。至于凯蒂，当她听说主人只顾照料这个陌生人而失落了她的鞭子时，就向那小笨东西呲牙咧嘴啐了一口以发泄她的脾气，然而，她这样费劲却换了他父亲一记很响亮的耳光，这是教训她以后要规矩些。他们完全拒绝和他同床，甚至在他们屋里睡也不行。我也不比他们清醒，因此我就把他放在楼梯口上，希望他明天会走掉。不知是凑巧呢，还是他听见了主人的声音，他爬到恩萧先生的门前，而他一出房门就发现了他。当然他追问他怎么到那儿去的，我不得不承认。

就因为我的卑怯和狠心，我得了报应，被主人撵出家门。

这就是希刺克厉夫到这家来开头的情形。没过几天我回来了（因为我并不认为我的被撵是永远的），发现他们已经给他取了名，叫“希刺克厉夫”。那原是他们一个夭折了的儿子的名字，从此这就算他的名，也算他的姓。凯蒂小姐现在跟他很亲热，可是辛德雷恨他。说实话，我也恨他，于是我们就折磨他，可耻地欺负他，因为我还不能意识到我的不厚道，而女主人看见他受委屈时也从来没有替他说过一句话。

他看来是一个忧郁的、能忍耐的孩子，也许是由于受尽虐待而变得顽强了。他能忍受辛德雷的拳头，眼都不眨一下，也不掉一滴眼泪。我掐他，他也只是吸一口气，张大双眼，好像是他偶然伤害了自己，谁也不能怪似的。当老恩萧发现他的儿子这样虐待他所谓的可怜的孤儿时，这种逆来顺受使老恩萧冒火了。奇怪的是他特别喜欢希刺克厉夫，相信他所说的一切（关于说话，他其实难得开口，要说就总说实话），而爱他远胜过爱凯蒂，凯蒂可是太调皮、太不规矩，够不上充当宠儿。

所以，一开始，他就在这家里惹起了恶感。不到两年，恩萧夫人死去，这时小主人已经学会把他父亲当作一个压迫者而不是当作朋友，而把希刺克厉夫当作一个篡夺他父亲的情感和他的特权的人。他盘算着这些侮辱，心里越发气不过。有一阵我还同情他，但当孩子们都出麻疹时，我看护他们，担负起一个女人的责任，我就改变想法了。希刺克厉夫病得很危险。当他病得最厉害时，他总是要我常在他枕旁。我料想他是觉得我帮他不少忙，还猜不出我是不得已的。无论如何，我得说：他可是做保姆的所从未看护过的最安静的孩子。他与别的孩子不同，迫使我不得不少偏一点心。凯蒂和她哥哥把我磨得要命，他却像个羊羔似的毫不抱怨——虽然他不大麻烦人是出于顽强，而不是出于宽厚。

他死里逃生，医生肯定说这多亏我，并且称赞我看护得好。我因为他的赞赏而得意。对于这个因他而使我受了称赞的孩子，也就软化了。就这样辛德雷失去了他最后一个同盟者。不过我还是不能疼爱希刺克厉夫，我常常奇怪我主人在这阴沉的孩子身上看出哪一点会让他这么喜欢。根据我的记忆，这孩子可从来没有过任何感激的表示以报答他的宠爱。他对他的恩人并非无礼，他只是漫不经心。虽然他完全知道他已经占有了他的心，而且很明白他只要一开口，全家就不得不服从他的愿望。举一个例子，我记得有一次恩萧先生在教区的市集上买来一对小马，给他们一人匹。希刺克厉夫挑了那最漂亮的一匹，可是不久它跛了，当他一发现，他就对辛德雷说：

“你非跟我换马不可。我不喜欢我的了。你要是不肯，我就告诉你父亲，你这星期抽过我三次，还要把我的胳臂给他看，一直青到肩膀上呢。”

辛德雷伸出舌头，又打他耳光。

“你最好马上换，“他坚持着，逃到门廊上（他们是在马厩里）又坚持说：“你非换不可，要是我说出来你打我，你可要连本带利挨一顿。”

“滚开，狗！”辛德雷大叫，用一个称土豆和稻草的秤砣吓唬他。

“扔吧，”他回答，站着不动，“我要告诉他你怎么吹牛说等他一死你就要把我赴出门外，看他会不会马上把你赶出去。”

辛德雷真扔了，打在他的胸上，他倒下去，可又马上踉跄地站起来，气也喘不过来，脸也白了。要不是我去阻止，他真要到主人跟前，只要把他当时的情况说明白，说出是谁惹的，那就会完全报了这个仇。

“吉普赛，那就把我的马拿去吧，”小恩萧说，“我但愿这匹马会把你的脖子跌断。把它拿去，该死的，你这讨饭的碍事的人，把我父亲所有的东西都骗去吧。只是以后可别叫他看出你是什么东西，小魔鬼。记住：我希望它踢出你的脑浆！”

希刺克厉夫去解马缰，把它领到自己的马厩里去。他正走过马的身后，辛德雷结束他的咒骂，把他打倒在马蹄下，也没有停下来查看一下他是否如愿了，就尽快地跑掉了。我非常惊奇地看见这孩子如何冷静地挣扎起来，继续做他要做的事：换马鞍子等等，然后在他进屋以前先坐在一堆稻草上来压制住这重重的一拳所引起的恶心。我很容易地劝他把他那些伤痕归罪于马：他既然已经得到他所要的，扯点瞎话他也不在乎。的确他很少拿这类风波去告状，我真的以为他是个没有报仇心的人。我是完全受骗了，以后你就会知道的。

亦汐

Chapter 4



What vain weather-cocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that, at length, I had lighted on a spot where it was next to impracticable--I, weak wretch, after maintaining till dusk a struggle with low spirits and solitude, was finally compelled to strike my colours; and, under pretence of gaining information concerning the necessities of my establishment, I desired Mrs Dean, when she brought in supper, to sit down while I ate it; hoping sincerely she would prove a regular gossip, and either rouse me to animation or lull me to sleep by her talk. `You have lived here a considerable time,' I commenced; `did you not say sixteen years?'

`Eighteen, sir: I came, when the mistress was married, to wait on her; after she died, the master retained me for his housekeeper.'

`Indeed.'

There ensued a pause. She was not a gossip, I feared; unless about her own affairs, and those could hardly interest me. However, having studied for an interval, with a fist on either knee, and a cloud of meditation over her ruddy countenance, she ejaculated:

`Ah, times are greatly changed since then!'

`Yes,' I remarked, `you've seen a good many alterations, I suppose?'

`I have: and troubles too,' she said.

`Oh, I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!' I thought to myself. `A good subject to start--and that pretty girl-widow, I should like to know her history: whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognize for kin.' With this intention I asked Mrs Dean why Heathcliff let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior. `Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?' I inquired.

`Rich, sir!' she returned. `He has, nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he's rich enough to live in a finer house than this: but he's very near--close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!'

`He had a son, it seems?'

`Yes, he had one--he is dead.'

`And, that young lady, Mrs Heathcliff, is his widow?'

`Yes.

`Where did she come from originally?'

`Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together again.'

`What! Catherine Linton?' I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute's reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine.

`Then,' I continued, `my predecessor's name was Linton?'

`It was.

`And who is that Earnshaw, Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr Heathcliff? are they relations?'

`No; he is the late Mrs Linton's nephew.'

`The young lady's cousin, then?'

`Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr Linton's sister.'

`I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over the front door. Are they an old family?'

`Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us--I mean of the Lintons. Have you been to Wuthering Heights? I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!'

`Mrs Heathcliff? She looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy.'

`Oh dear, I don't wonder! And how did you like the master?' `A rough fellow, rather, Mrs Dean. Is not that his character?'

`Rough as a saw edge, and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better.'

`He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl. Do you know anything of his history?'

`It's a cuckoo's, sir--I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got his money, at first. And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock! The unfortunate lad is the only one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated.'

`Well, Mrs Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest, if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an hour.'

`Oh, certainly, sir! I'll just fetch a little sewing, and then I'll sit as long as you please. But you've caught cold: I saw you shivering, and you must have some gruel to drive it out.'

The worthy woman bustled off, and I crouched nearer the fire; my head felt hot, and the rest of me chill: moreover, I was excited, almost to a pitch of foolishness, through my nerves and brain.

This caused me to feel, not uncomfortable, but rather fearful (as I am still) of serious effects from the incidents of today and yesterday. She returned presently, bringing a smoking basin and a basket of work; and, having placed the former on the hob, drew in her seat, evidently pleased to find me so companionable.

Before I came to live here, she commenced--waiting no further invitation to her story--I was almost always at Wuthering Heights; because my mother had nursed Mr Hindley Earnshaw, that was Hareton's father, and I got used to playing with the children: I ran errands too, and helped to make hay, and hung about the farm ready for anything that anybody would set me to. One fine summer morning--it was the beginning of harvest, I remember--Mr Earnshaw, the old master, came downstairs, dressed for a journey; and after he had told Joseph what was to be done during the day, he turned to Hindley, and Cathy, and me--for I sat eating my porridge with them--and he said, speaking to his son, `Now my bonny man, I'm going to Liverpool today, what shall I bring you? You may choose what you like: only let it be little, for I shall walk there and back: sixty miles each way, that is a long spell!' Hindley named a fiddle, and then he asked Miss Cathy; she was hardly six years old, but she could ride any horse in the stable, and she chose a whip. He did not forget me; for he had a kind heart, though he was rather severe sometimes. He promised to bring me a pocketful of apples and pears, and then he kissed his children goodbye and set off.

亦汐

It seemed a long while to us all--the three days of his absence--and often did little Cathy ask when he would be home. Mrs Earnshaw expected him by supper time on the third evening, and she put the meal off hour after hour; there were no signs of his coming, however, and at last the children got tired of running down to the gate to look. Then it grew dark; she would have had them to bed, but they begged sadly to be allowed to stay up; and, just about eleven o'clock, the door latch was raised quietly and in stepped the master. He threw himself into a chair, laughing and groaning, and bid them all stand off, for he was nearly killed--he would not have such another walk for the three kingdoms.

`And at the end of it, to be flighted to death!' he said, opening his greatcoat, which he held bundled up in his arms. `See here, wife! I was never so beaten with anything in my life: but you must e'en take it as a gift of God; though it's as dark almost as if it came from the devil.'

We crowded round, and over Miss Cathy's head, I had a peep at a dirty, ragged, black-haired child; big enough both to walk and talk: indeed, its face looked older than Catherine's; yet, when it was set on its feet, it only stared round, and repeated over and over again some gibberish, that nobody could understand. I was frightened, and Mrs Earnshaw was ready to fling it out of doors: she did fly up, asking how he could fashion to bring that gipsy brat into the house, when they had their own bairns to feed and fend for? What he meant to do with it, and whether he were mad? The master tried to explain the matter; but he was really half dead with fatigue, and all that I could make out, amongst her scolding, was a tale of his seeing it starving, and houseless, and as good as dumb, in the streets of Liverpool; where he picked it up and inquired for its owner. Not a soul knew to whom it belonged, he said; and his money and time being both limited, he thought it better to take it home with him at once, than run into vain expenses there: because he was determined he would not leave it as he found it. Well, the conclusion was that my mistress grumbled herself calm; and Mr Earnshaw told me to wash it, and give it clean things, and let it sleep with the children.

Hindley and Cathy contented themselves with looking and listening till peace was restored: then, both began searching their father's pockets for the presents he had promised them. The former was a boy of fourteen, but when he drew out what had been a fiddle crushed to morsels in the greatcoat, he blubbered aloud; and Cathy, when she learned the master had lost her whip in attending on the stranger, showed her humour by grinning and spitting at the stupid little thing; earning for her pains a sound blow from her father to teach her cleaner manners. They entirely refused to have it in bed with them, or even in their room; and I had no more sense, so I put it on the landing of the stairs, hoping it might be gone on the morrow. By chance, or else attracted by hearing his voice, it crept to Mr Earnshaw's door, and there he found it on quitting his chamber. Inquiries were made as to how it got there; I was obliged to confess, and in recompense for my cowardice and inhumanity was sent out of the house.

This was Heathcliff's first introduction to the family. On coming back a few days afterwards (for I did not consider my banishment perpetual) I found they had christened him `Heathcliff': it was the name of a son who died in childhood, and it has served him ever since, both for Christian and surname. Miss Cathy and he were now very thick; but Hindley hated him! and to say the truth I did the same; and we plagued and went on with him shamefully: for I wasn't reasonable enough to feel my injustice, and the mistress never put in a word on his behalf when she saw him wronged.

He seemed a sullen, patient child; hardened, perhaps, to ill-treatment: he would stand Hindley's blows without winking or shedding a tear, and my pinches moved him only to draw in a breath and open his eyes, as if he had hurt himself by accident and nobody was to blame. This endurance made old Earnshaw furious, when he discovered his son persecuting the poor, fatherless child, as he called him. He took to Heathcliff strangely, believing all he said (for that matter, he said precious little, and generally the truth), and petting him up far above Cathy, who was too mischievous and wayward for a favourite.

So, from the very beginning, he bred bad feeling in the house; and at Mrs Earnshaw's death, which happened in less than two years after, the young master had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a friend, and Heathcliff as a usurper of his parent's affections and his privileges; and he grew bitter with brooding over these injuries. I sympathized awhile; but when the children fell ill of the measles, and I had to tend them, and take on me the cares of a woman at once, I changed my ideas. Heathcliff was dangerously sick: and while he lay at the worst he would have me constantly by his pillow: I suppose he felt I did a good deal for him, and he hadn't wit to guess that I was compelled to do it. However, I will say this, he was the quietest child that ever nurse watched over. The difference between him and the others forced me to be less partial. Cathy and her brother harassed me terribly: he was as uncomplaining as a lamb; though hardness, not gentleness, made him give little trouble.

He got through, and the doctor affirmed it was in a great measure owing to me, and praised me for my care. I was vain of his commendations, and softened towards the being by whose means I earned them, and thus Hindley lost his last ally: still I couldn't dote on Heathcliff, and I wondered often what my master saw to admire so much in the sullen boy, who never, to my recollection, repaid his indulgence by any sign of gratitude. He was not insolent to his benefactor, he was simply insensible; though knowing perfectly the hold he had on his heart, and conscious he had only to speak and all the house would be obliged to bend to his wishes. As an instance, I remember Mr Earnshaw once bought a couple of colts at the parish fair, and gave the lads each one. Heathcliff took the handsomest, but it soon fell lame, and when he discovered it, he said to Hindley--

`You must exchange horses with me: I don't like mine; and if you won't I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you've given me this week, and show him my arm, which is black to the shoulder.' Hindley put out his tongue and cuffed him over the ears. `You'd better do it at once,' he persisted, escaping to the porch (they were in the stable): `you will have to; and if I speak of these blows, you'll get them again with interest.' `Off, dog!' cried Hindley, threatening him with an iron weight used for weighing potatoes and hay. `Throw it,' he replied, standing still, `and then I'll tell how you boasted that you would turn me out of doors as soon as he died, and see whether he will not turn you out directly.' Hindley threw it, hitting him on the breast, and down he fell, but staggered up immediately, breathless and white; and, had not I prevented it, he would have gone just so to the master, and got full revenge by letting his condition plead for him, intimating who had caused it. `Take my colt, gipsy, then!' said young Earnshaw. `And I pray that he may break your neck: take him, and be damned, you beggarly interloper! and wheedle my father out of all he has: only afterwards show him what you are, imp of Satan.--And take that, I hope he'll kick out your brains!'

Heathcliff had gone to loose the beast, and shift it to his own stall; he was passing behind it, when Hindley finished his speech by knocking him under its feet, and without stopping to examine whether his hopes were fulfilled, ran away as fast as he could. I was surprised to witness how coolly the child gathered himself up, and went on with his intention; exchanging saddles and all, and then sitting down on a bundle of hay to overcome the qualm which the violent blow occasioned, before he entered the house. I persuaded him easily to let me lay the blame of his bruises on the horse: he minded little what tale was told since he had what he wanted. He complained so seldom, indeed, of such stirs as these, that I really thought him not vindictive: I was deceived completely, as you will hear.

亦汐

第五章



日子过下去，恩萧先生开始垮下来了。他本来是活跃健康的，但是他的精力突然从他身上消失。当他只能待在壁炉的角落里时，就变得暴躁得令人难过。一点点小事就会使他心烦，而且疑心人家损伤了他的威信，就简直要气得发疯。如果有人企图为难或欺压他的宠儿，恩萧就特别生气；他很痛苦地猜忌着，唯恐有人对他说错一句话。好像他的脑子里有这么个想法：即因为自己喜欢希刺克厉夫，所有的人就都恨他，并且想暗算他。这对那孩子可不利，因为我们中间比较心慈的人并不愿惹主人生气，所以我们就迎合他的偏爱。那种迁就可大大滋长了孩子的骄傲和乖僻。可也非这样不可。有两三回，辛德雷当着他父亲的面，表现出瞧不起那孩子的神气，使老人家大为光火，他抓住手杖要打辛德雷，却由于打不动，只能气得直抖。

最后，我们的副牧师（那时候我们有两个副牧师，靠教林惇和恩萧两家的小孩子读书，以及自己种一块地为生）出主意说，该把这年轻人送到大学去了。恩萧先生同意了，虽然心情很不畅快，因为他说“辛德雷没出息，不管他荡到哪儿也永远不会发迹的”。

我衷心希望如今我们可以太平无事了。一想到主人自己作下善事，反而搞得别别扭扭，我就伤心。我猜想他晚年的不痛快而且多病，都是由于家庭不和而来。事实上他自己也那么想：真的，先生，你知道这日渐衰老的骨架里头就藏着这块心病。其实，要不是为了两个人，凯蒂小姐和那佣人约瑟夫，我们还可以凑合下去。我敢说，你在那边看见过他的。他过去是，现在八成还是，翻遍圣经都难找出来的，一个把恩赐都归于自己，把诅咒都丢给邻人的最讨厌的、自以为是的法利赛人。约瑟夫极力凭着花言巧语和虔诚的说教，给恩萧先生一个很好的印象。主人越衰弱，他的势力越大。他毫无怜悯地折磨主人，大谈他的灵魂，以及如何对孩子们要严加管束。他鼓励主人把辛德雷当作堕落的人，而且，还经常每天晚上编派事端去抱怨希刺克厉夫和凯瑟琳一番，总是忘不了把最重的过错放在后者身上，以迎合恩萧的弱点。

当然，凯瑟琳有些怪脾气，那是我在别的孩子身上从未见到过的。她在一天内能让我们所有的人失去耐心不止五十次，从她一下楼起直到上床睡觉为止，她总是在淘气，搅得我们没有一分钟的安宁。她总是兴高采烈，舌头动个不停——唱呀，笑呀，谁不附和着她，就纠缠不休，真是个又野又坏的小姑娘。可是在教区内就数她有双最漂亮的眼睛，最甜蜜的微笑，最轻巧的步子。话说回来，我相信她并没有恶意，因为她一旦把你真惹哭了，就很少不陪着你哭，而且使你不得不静下来再去安慰她。她非常喜欢希刺克厉夫。我们如果真要惩罚她，最厉害的一着就是把他俩分开，可是为了他，她比我们更多挨骂。在玩的时候，她特别喜欢当小主妇，任性地作这个那个，而且对同伴们发号施令。她对我也这样，可是我可受不了充当杂差和听任使唤，所以我也就叫她放明白点。

不过，恩萧先生不理解孩子们的嬉笑。他们在一起时，他总是严峻庄严的。在凯瑟琳这方面，她不明白父亲为什么在衰弱时，比在盛年时脾气要暴躁些，耐性少些。他那暴躁的责备反而唤起她想逗乐的情趣，故意地去激怒父亲。她顶高兴的是我们在一起骂她，她就露出大胆、无礼的神气，以机灵的话语对抗我们。她把约瑟夫的宗教上的诅咒编成笑料，捉弄我，干她父亲最恨的事——炫耀她那假装出来的（而他却信以为真的）傲慢如何比他的慈爱对希刺克厉夫更有力量；炫耀她能使这个男孩如何对自己唯命是从，而对他的命令，只有合自己心意时才肯玄干。在一整天干尽了坏事后，有时到晚上她又来撒娇想和解。“不，凯蒂，”老人家说，“我不能爱你。你比你哥哥还坏。去，祷告去吧，孩子，求上帝饶恕你。我想你母亲和我一定会悔恨生养了你哩！”起初这话还使她哭一场，后来，由于经常受申斥，心肠也就变硬了。要是我叫她说因为自己的错误而觉得羞愧，要求父亲原谅，她倒反而大笑起来。

但是，恩萧先生结束尘世烦恼的时辰终于来到。在十月的一个晚上，他坐在炉边椅上宁静地死去了。大风绕屋咆哮，并在烟囱里怒吼，听起来狂暴猛烈，天却不冷。我们都在一起——我离火炉稍远，忙着织毛线，约瑟夫凑着桌子在读他的圣经（因为那时候佣人们做完了事之后经常坐在屋里的）。凯蒂小姐病了，这使她安静下来。她靠在父亲的膝前，希刺克厉夫躺在地板上，头枕着她的腿。我记得主人在打盹之前，还抚摸着她那漂亮的头发——看她这么温顺，他难得的高兴，而且说着：

“你为什么不能永远做一个好姑娘呢，凯蒂？”她扬起脸来向他大笑着回答：“你为什么不能永远作一个好男人呢，父亲？”但是一看见他又恼了，凯蒂就去亲他的手，还说要唱支歌使他入睡。她开始低声唱着，直到父亲的手指从她手里滑落出来，头垂在胸前。这时我告诉她要住声，也别动弹，怕她吵醒了他。我们整整有半个钟头都像耗子似的不声不响。本来还可以呆得久些，只是约瑟夫读完了那一章，站起来说他得把主人唤醒，让他作了祷告去上床睡。他走上前去，叫唤主人，碰碰他的肩膀，可是他不动，于是，他拿支蜡烛看他。他放下蜡烛的时候，我感到出事了。他一手抓着一个孩子的胳臂，小声跟他们说快上楼去，别出声——这一晚他们可以自己祷告——他还有事。

“我要先跟父亲说声晚安，”凯瑟琳说。我们没来得及拦住她，她已一下子伸出胳臂，搂住了他的脖子。这可怜的东西马上发现了她的损失，就尖声大叫：“啊，他死啦，希刺克厉夫！他死啦！”他们两人就放声大哭，哭得令人心碎。

我也和他们一起恸哭，哭声又高又惨。可是约瑟夫向我们说，对一位已经升天的圣人，这样吼叫是什么意思。他叫我穿上外衣，赶紧跑到吉默吞去请医生和牧师。当时我猜不透请这两个人来有什么用。可是我还是冒着风雨去了，带回来个医生，另一个说他明天早上来。约瑟夫留在那里向医生解说一切，而我便跑到孩子们的房间里去。门半开着，虽然已经过半夜了，他们根本就没躺下来。只是已安静些了，不需要我来安慰了。这两个小灵魂正在用比我所能想到的更好的思想互相安慰着：世上没有一个牧师，能把天堂描画得像他们在自己天真的话语中所描画的那样美丽；当我一边抽泣，一边听着的时候，我不由得祝愿我们大家都平平安安地一块到天堂去。

亦汐

Chapter 5




In the course of time, Mr Earnshaw began to fail. He had been active and healthy, yet his strength left him suddenly; and when he was confined to the chimney comer he grew grievously irritable. A nothing vexed him; and suspected slights of his authority nearly threw him into fits. This was especially to be remarked if anyone attempted to impose upon, or domineer over, his favourite: he was painfully jealous lest a word should be spoken amiss to him; seeming to have got into his head the notion that, because he liked Heathcliff, all hated, and longed to do him an ill turn. It was a disadvantage to the lad; for the kinder among us did not wish to fret the master, so we humoured his partiality; and that humouring was rich nourishment to the child's pride and black tempers. Still it became in a manner necessary; twice, or thrice, Hindley's manifestation of scorn, while his father was near, roused the old man to a fury: he seized his stick to strike him, and shook with rage that he could not do it.

At last, our curate (we had a curate then who made the living answer by teaching the little Lintons and Earnshaws, and farming his bit of land himself), he advised that the young man should be sent to college; and Mr Earnshaw agreed, though with a heavy spirit, for he said--`Hindley was nought, and would never thrive as where he wandered.'

I hoped heartily we should have peace now. It hurt me to think the master should be made uncomfortable by his own good deed. I fancied the discontent of age and disease arose from his family disagreements: as he would have it that it did: really, you know, sir, it was in his sinking frame. We might have got on tolerably, notwithstanding, but for two people, Miss Cathy and Joseph, the servant: you saw him, I dare say, up yonder. He was, and is yet most likely, the wearisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbours. By his knack of sermonizing and pious discoursing, he contrived to make a great impression on Mr Earnshaw; and the more feeble the master became, the more influence he gained. He was relentless in worrying him about his soul's concerns, and about ruling his children rigidly. He encouraged him to regard Hindley as a reprobate; and, night after night, he regularly grumbled out a long string of tales against Heathcliff and Catherine: always minding to flatter Earnshaw's weakness by heaping the heaviest blame on the last.

Certainly, she had ways with her such as I never saw a child take up before; and she put all of us past our patience fifty times and oftener in a day: from the hour she came downstairs till the hour she went to bed, we had not a minute's security that she wouldn't be in mischief. Her spirits were always at high-water mark, her tongue always going--singing, laughing, and plaguing everybody who would not do the same. A wild, wicked slip she was--but she had the bonniest eye, the sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish; and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her. She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him: yet she got chided more than any of us on his account. In play, she liked exceedingly to act the little mistress; using her hands freely, and commanding her companions: she did so to me, but I would not bear shopping and ordering; and so I let her know.

Now, Mr Earnshaw did not understand jokes from his children: he had always been strict and grave with them; and Catherine, on her part, had no idea why her father should be crosser and less patient in his ailing condition, than he was in his prime. His peevish reproofs wakened in her a naughty delight to provoke him: she was never so happy as when we were all scolding her at once, and she defying us with her bold, saucy look, and her ready words turning Joseph's religious curses into ridicule, baiting me, and doing just what her father hated most--showing how her pretended insolence, which he thought real, had more power over Heathcliff than his kindness: how the boy would do her bidding in anything, and his only when it suited his own inclination. After behaving as badly as possible all day, she sometimes came fondling to make it up at night. `Nay, Cathy,' the old man would say, `I cannot love thee; thou'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!' That made her cry, at first: and then being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to say she was sorry for her faults, and beg to be forgiven.

But the hour came, at last, that ended Mr Earnshaw's troubles on earth. He died quietly in his chair one October evening, seated by the fireside. A high wind blustered round the house, and roared in the chimney: it sounded wild and stormy, yet it was not cold, and we were all together--I, a little removed from the hearth, busy at my knitting, and Joseph reading his Bible near the table (for the servants generally sat in the house then, after their work was done). Miss Cathy had been sick, and that made her still; she leant against her father's knee, and Heathcliff was lying on the floor with his head in her lap. I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair it pleased him rarely to see her gentle--and saying--`Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, `Why cannot you always be a good man, father?' But as soon as she saw him vexed again, she kissed his hand, and said she would sing him to sleep. She began singing very low, till his fingers dropped from hers, and his head sank on his breast. Then I told her to hush, and not stir, for fear she should wake him. We all kept as mute as mice a full half-hour, and should have done longer, only Joseph, having finished his chapter, got up and said that he must rouse the master for prayers and bed. He stepped forward, and called him by name, and touched his shoulder; but he would not move, so he took the candle and looked at him. I thought there was something wrong as he set down the light; and seizing the children each by an arm, whispered them to `frame upstairs, and make little din--they might pray alone that evening--he had summut to do'.

`I shall bid father good night first,' said Catherine, putting her arms round his neck, before we could hinder her. The poor thing discovered her loss directly--she screamed out--`Oh, he's dead, Heathcliff! he's dead!' And they both set up a heart-breaking cry.

I joined my wail to theirs, loud and bitter; but Joseph asked what we could be thinking of to roar in that way over a saint in heaven. He told me to put on my cloak and run to Gimmerton for the doctor and the parson. I could not guess the use that either would be of, then. However, I went, through wind and rain, and brought one, the doctor, back with me; the other said he would come in the morning. leaving Joseph to explain matters, I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk: and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

亦汐

第六章

  

辛德雷先生回家奔丧来了，而且——有一件事使我们大为惊讶，也使左邻右舍议论纷纷——他带来一个妻子。她是什么人，出生在哪儿，他从来没告诉我们。大概她既没有钱，也没有门第可夸，不然他也不至于把这个婚姻瞒着他父亲的。

她倒不是个为了自己而会搅得全家不安的人。她一跨进门槛，所见到的每样东西以及她周围发生的每项事情：除了埋葬的准备，和吊唁者临门外，看来都使她愉快。这时，我从她的举止看来，认为她有点疯疯癫癫的：她跑进卧室，叫我也进去，虽然我正该给孩子们穿上孝服，她却坐在那儿发抖，紧握着手，反复地问：“他们走了没有？”

然后，她就带着神经质的激动开始描述看见黑颜色会对她有什么影响，她吃惊，哆嗦，最后又哭起来——当我问她怎么回事时，她又回答说不知道，只是觉得非常怕死！我想她和我一样不至于就死的。她相当地瘦，可是年轻，气色挺好，一双眼睛像宝石似的发亮。我倒也确实注意到她上楼时呼吸急促，只要听见一点最轻微的突然的声响，就浑身发抖，而且有时候咳嗽得很烦人。可是我一点也不知道这些病预示着什么，也毫不同情她的冲动。在这里我们跟外地人一般是不大亲近的，洛克乌德先生，除非他们先跟我们亲近。

年轻的恩萧，一别三年，大大地变了。他瘦了些，脸上失去了血色，谈吐衣着都跟从前不同了。他回来那天，就吩咐约瑟夫和我从此要在后厨房安身，把大厅留给他。的确，他本想收拾出一间小屋铺上地毯，糊糊墙壁，当作客厅。可是他的妻子对那白木地板和那火光熊熊的大壁炉，对那些锡镴盘子和嵌磁的橱，还有狗窝，以及他们通常起坐时可以活动的这广阔的空间，表现出那样的喜爱，因此他想为了妻子的舒适而收拾客厅是多此一举，便放弃了这个念头。

她为能在新相识者中找到一个妹妹而表示高兴。开始时，她跟凯瑟琳说个没完，亲她，跟她跑来跑去，给她许多礼物。但是不多久，她的这种喜爱劲头就退了。当她变得乖戾的时候，辛德雷也变得暴虐了。她只要吐出几个字，暗示不喜欢希刺克厉夫，这就足以把他对这孩子的旧恨全都勾起来。他不许他跟大伙在一起，把他赶到佣人中间去，剥夺他从副牧师那儿受教诲的机会，坚持说他该在外面干活，强迫他跟庄园里其他的小伴子们一样辛苦地干活。

起初这孩子还很能忍受他的降级，因为凯蒂把她所学的都教给他，还陪他在地里干活或玩耍。他们都有希望会像粗野的野人一样成长。少爷完全不过问他们的举止和行动，所以他们也乐得躲开他。他甚至也没留意他们星期日是否去礼拜堂，只有约瑟夫和副牧师看见他们不在的时候，才来责备他的疏忽。这就提醒了他下令给希刺克厉夫一顿鞭子，让凯瑟琳饿一顿午饭或晚饭。但是从清早跑到旷野，在那儿待一整天，这已成为他们主要娱乐之一，随后的惩罚反而成了可笑的小事一件罢了。尽管副牧师随心所欲地留下多少章节叫凯瑟琳背诵，尽管约瑟夫把希刺克厉夫抽得胳臂痛，可是只要他们又聚在一起，或至少在他们筹划出什么报复的顽皮计划的那一分钟，他们就把什么都忘了。有多少次我眼看他们一天比一天胡来，只好自己哭，我又不敢说一个字，唯恐失掉我对于这两个举目无亲的小家伙还能保留的一点点权力。一个星期日晚上，他们碰巧又因为太吵或是这类的一个小过失，而被撵出了起坐间。当我去叫他们吃晚饭时，哪儿也找不到他们，我们搜遍了这所房子，楼上楼下，以及院子和马厩，连个影儿也没有。最后，辛德雷发着脾气，叫我们闩上各屋的门，发誓说这天夜里谁也不许放他们进来。全家都去睡了，我急得躺不住，便把我的窗子打开，伸出头去倾听着，虽然在下雨，我决定只要是他们回来，我就不顾禁令，让他们进来。过了一会，我听见路上有脚步声，一盏提灯的光一闪一闪地进了大门。我把围巾披在头上，跑去以防他们敲门把恩萧吵醒。原来是希刺克厉夫，只有他一个人——我看他只一个人回来可把我吓一跳。

“凯瑟琳小姐在哪儿？”我急忙叫道，“我希望没出事吧。”

“在画眉田庄，”他回答，“本来我也可以待在那儿，可是他们毫无礼貌，不留我。”

“好呀，你要倒霉啦！”我说，“一定要到人家叫你滚蛋，你才会死了心。你们怎么想起来荡到画眉田庄去了？”

“让我脱掉湿衣服，再告诉你怎么回事，耐莉。”他回答。

我叫他小心别吵醒了主人。当他正脱着衣服，我在等着熄灯时，他接着说：“凯蒂和我从洗衣房溜出来想自由自在地溜达溜达。我们瞅见了田庄的灯火，想去看看林惇他们在过星期日的晚上是不是站在墙角发抖，而他们的的父母却坐在那儿又吃又喝，又唱又笑，在火炉跟前烤火烤得眼珠都冒火了。你想林惇他们是这样的吗？或者在读经，而且给他们的男仆人盘问着，要是他们答得不正确，还要背一段圣经上的名字，是吗？”

“大概不会，”我回答，“他们当然是好孩子，不该像你们由于你们的坏行为而受惩罚。”

“别假正经，耐莉，”他说，“废话！我们从山庄顶上跑到庄园里，一步没停——凯瑟琳完全落在后面了，因为她是光着脚的。你明天得到泥沼地里去找她的鞋哩。我们爬过一个破篱笆，摸索上路，爬到客厅窗子下面的一个花坛上站在那儿。灯光从那儿照出来，他们还没有关上百叶窗，窗帘也只是半开半掩。我们俩站在墙根地上，手扒着窗台边，就能瞧到里面。我们看见——啊！可真美——一个漂亮辉煌的地方，铺着猩红色的地毯，桌椅也都有猩红色的套子，纯白的天花板镶着金边，一大堆玻璃坠子用银链子从天花板中间吊下来，许多光线柔和的小蜡烛照得它闪闪发光。老林惇先生和太太都不在那儿，只有埃德加和他妹妹霸占了这屋子。他们还不该快乐吗？换了是我们的话，都会以为自己到了天堂啦！可是哪，你猜猜你说的那些好孩子在干什么？伊莎贝拉——我相信她有十一岁，比凯蒂小一岁——躺在屋子那头尖声大叫，叫得好像是巫婆用烧得通红的针刺进她的身体似的。埃德加站在火炉边，不声不响地哭着，在桌子中间有一只小狗坐在那儿，抖着它的爪子，汪汪地叫。从他们双方的控诉听来，我们明白了他们差点儿把它扯成两半。呆了！这就是他们的乐趣！争执着该谁抱那堆暖和的软毛，而且两个都开始哭了，因为两个人争着抢它之后又都不肯要了。我们对这两个惯宝贝不禁笑出声来。我们真瞧不起他们！你几时瞅见我想要凯瑟琳要的东西来着，或是发现我们又哭又叫，在地上打滚，一间屋子一边一个，这样子玩法？就是再让我活一千次，我也不要拿我在这儿的地位和埃德加在画眉田庄的地位交换——就是让我有特权把约瑟夫从最高的屋尖上扔下来，而且在房子前面涂上辛德雷的血，我也不干！”

“嘘！嘘！”我打断他，“希刺克厉夫，你还没告诉我怎么把凯瑟琳撂下啦？”

“我告诉过你我们笑啦，”他回答，“林惇他们听见我们了，就一起像箭似的冲到门口，先是不吭声，跟着大嚷起来，‘啊，妈妈，妈妈！啊，爸爸！啊，妈妈！来呀！啊，爸爸，啊！’他们真的就那样号叫出来个什么东西。我们就做出可怕的声音好把他们吓得更厉害，然后我们就从窗台边上下来，因为有人在拉开门闩，我们觉得还是溜掉好些。我抓住凯蒂的手，拖着她跑，忽然一下子她跌倒了。‘跑吧，希刺克厉夫，跑吧，’她小声说。‘他们放开了牛头狗，它咬住我啦！’这个魔鬼咬住了她的脚踝了，耐莉，我听见它那讨厌的鼻音。她没有叫出声来——不！她就是戳在疯牛的角上，也不会叫的。可我喊啦，发出一顿足以灭绝基督王国里任何恶魔的咒骂，我捡到一块石头塞到它的嘴里，而且尽我所有的力量想把这石头塞进它的喉咙。一个像畜生似的佣人提个提灯来了，叫着：‘咬紧，狐儿①咬紧啦！’可是，当他看见狐儿的猎物，就改变了他的声调。狗被掐住了，它那紫色的大舌头从嘴边挂出来有半尺长，耷拉的嘴巴流着带血的口水。那个人把凯蒂抱起来。她昏倒了，不是出于害怕，我敢说，是痛的。他把她抱进去。我跟着，嘴里嘟囔着咒骂和要报仇的话。‘抓到什么啦，罗伯特？’林惇从大门口那儿喊着。‘先生，狐儿逮到一个小姑娘。’他回答，‘这儿还有个小子，’他又说，抓住了我，‘我倒像个内行哩！很像是强盗把他们送进窗户，好等大家都睡了，去开门放这一帮子进来，好从从容容地把我们干掉。闭嘴，你这满口下流的小偷，你！你就要为这事上绞架啦。林惇先生，你先别把枪收起来。’‘不，罗伯特，’那个老混蛋说，‘这些坏蛋知道昨天是我收租的日子，他们想巧妙地算计我。进来吧，我要招待他们一番。约翰，把链子锁紧。给狐儿点水喝，詹尼。竟敢冒犯一位长官，而且在他们公馆里，还是在安息日！他们的荒唐还有个完吗？啊，我亲爱的玛丽，瞧这儿！别害怕，只是一个男孩子——可是他脸上明摆着流氓相，他们相貌已经露出本性来了，趁他的行动还没表现出来，立刻把他绞死，不是给乡里做了件好事吗？’他把我拉到吊灯底下。林惇太太把眼镜戴在鼻梁上，吓得举起双手。胆小的孩子们也爬近一些，伊莎贝拉口齿不清地说着，‘可怕的东西！把他放到地窖里去吧，爸爸。他正像偷我那支驯雉的那个算命的儿子呀。不就是他吗，埃德加？’

①狐儿——狗名。

“他们正在审查我时，凯蒂过来了。她听见最后这句话，就大笑起来。埃德加·林惇好奇地直瞪她，总算不傻，把她认出来了。你知道，他们在教堂看见过我们，虽然我们很少在别的地方碰见他们。‘那是恩萧小姐！’他低声对他母亲说，‘瞧瞧狐儿把她咬成什么样，她的脚上血流得多厉害呀！’

“‘恩萧小姐？瞎扯！’那位太太嚷着。‘恩萧小姐跟个吉普赛人在乡里乱荡！可是，我亲爱的，这孩子在戴孝——当然是啦——她也许一辈子都残废啦！’

“‘她哥哥的粗心可真造孽！’林惇先生叹着，从我这儿又转过身去看凯瑟琳。‘我从希尔得斯那儿听说（先生，那就是副牧师），他听任她在真正的异教中长大。可这是谁呢？她从哪儿捡到了这样一个同伙？哦！我断定他——定是我那已故的邻人去利物浦旅行时带回来的那个奇怪的收获——一个东印度小水手，或是一个美洲人或西班牙人的弃儿。’

“‘不管是什么，反正是个坏孩子，’那个老太太说，‘而且对于一个体面人家十分不合适！你注意到他的话没有，林惇！想到我的孩子们听到这些话，我真吓得要命。’”

“我又开始咒骂了——别生气，耐莉——这样罗伯特就奉命把我带走。没有凯蒂我就是不肯走。他把我拖到花园里去，把提灯塞到我手里，告诉我，一定要把我的行为通知恩萧先生，而且，要我马上开步走，就又把门关紧了。窗帘还是拉开一边，我就再侦察一下吧，因为，要是凯瑟琳愿意回来的话，我就打算把他们的大玻璃窗敲成粉碎，除非他们让她出来。她安静地坐在沙发上。林惇太太把我们为了出游而借来的挤牛奶女人的外套给她脱下来，摇着头，我猜是劝她。她是一个小姐，他们对待她就和对待我大有区别了。然后女仆端来一盆温水，给她洗脚，林惇先生调了一大杯混合糖酒，伊莎贝拉把满满一盘饼干倒在她的怀里，而埃德加站得远远的，张大着嘴傻看。后来他们把她美丽的头发擦干，梳好，给她一双大拖鞋，用车把她挪到火炉边。我就丢下了她，因为她正高高兴兴地在把她的食物分给小狗和狐儿吃。它吃的时候，她还捏它的鼻子，而且使林惇一家人那些呆呆的蓝眼睛里燃起了一点生气勃勃的火花——是她自己的的迷人的脸所引出的淡淡的反映。我看他们都表现出呆气十足的赞赏神气，她比他们高超得没法比——超过世上每一个人，不是吗，耐莉？”

“这件事将比你所料想的严重得多呢。”我回答，给他盖好被，熄了灯。“你是没救啦，希刺克厉夫，辛德雷先生一定要走极端的，瞧他会不会吧。”

我的话比我所料想的更为灵验。这不幸的历险使恩萧大为光火。随后林惇先生，为了把事情补救一下，亲自在第二天早上来拜访我们，而且还给小主人做了一大段演讲，关于他领导的家庭走的什么路，说得他真的动了心。希刺克厉夫没有挨鞭子抽，可是得到吩咐：只要一开口跟凯瑟琳小姐说话，他就得被撵出去。恩萧夫人承担等小姑回家的时候给她相当约束的任务，用伎俩，不是用武力；用武力她会发现是行不通的。

亦汐

Chapter 6




Mr Hindley came home to the funeral; and--a thing that amazed us, and set the neighbours gossiping right and left--he brought a wife with him. What she was, and where she was born, he never informed us: probably she had neither money nor name to recommend her, or he would scarcely have kept the union from his father.

She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own account. Every object she saw, the moment she crossed the threshold, appeared to delight her; and every circumstance that took place about her: except the preparing for the burial, and the presence of the mourners. I thought she was half silly, from her behaviour while that went on: she ran into her chamber, and made me come with her, though I should have been dressing the children; and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands, and asking repeatedly: `Are they gone yet?' Then she began describing with hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see black; and started, and trembled, and, at last, fell a-weeping-and when I asked what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying! I imagined her as little likely to die as myself. She was rather thin, but young, and fresh-complexioned, and her eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds. I did remark, to be sure, that mounting the stairs made her breathe very quick: that the least sudden noise set her all in a quiver, and that she coughed troublesomely sometimes: but I knew nothing of what these symptoms portended, and had no impulse to sympathize with her. We don't in general take to foreigners here, Mr Lockwood, unless they take to us first.

Young Earnshaw was altered considerably in the three years of his absence. He had grown sparer, and lost his colour, and spoke and dressed quite differently; and, on the very day of his return, he told Joseph and me we must thenceforth quarter ourselves in the back kitchen, and leave the house for him. Indeed, he would have carpeted and papered a small spare room for a parlour; but his wife expressed such pleasure at the white floor and huge glowing fireplace, at the pewter dishes and delf case, and dog kennel, and the wide space there was to move about in where they usually sat, that he thought it unnecessary to her comfort, and so dropped the intention.

She expressed pleasure, too, at finding a sister among her new acquaintance; and she prattled to Catherine, and kissed her, and ran about with her, and gave her quantities of presents, at the beginning. Her affection tired very soon, however, and when she grew peevish, Hindley became tyrannical. A few words from her, evincing a dislike to Heathcliff, were enough to rouse in him all his old hatred of the boy. He drove him from their company to the servants, deprived him of the instructions of the curate, and insisted that he should labour out of doors instead; compelling him to do so as hard as any other lad on the farm.

Heathcliff bore his degradation pretty well at first, because Cathy taught him what she learnt, and worked or played with him in the fields. They both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. He would not even have seen after their going to church on Sundays, only Joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order Heathcliff a flogging, and Catherine a fast from dinner or supper. But it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. The curate might set as many chapters as he pleased for Catherine to get by heart, and Joseph might thrash Heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time I've cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and I not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power I still retained over the unfriended creatures. One Sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when I went to call them to supper, I could discover them nowhere. We searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and at last, Hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. The household went to bed; and I' too anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return. In a while, I distinguished steps coming up the road, and the light of a lantern glimmered through the gate. I threw a shawl over my head and ran to prevent them from waking Mr Earnshaw by knocking. There was Heathcliff, by himself: it gave me a start to see him alone.

`Where is Miss Catherine?' I cried hurriedly. `No accident, I hope?'

`At Thrushcross Grange,' he answered; `and I would have been there too, but they had not the manners to ask me to stay. `Well, you will catch it!' I said: `you'll never be content till you're sent about your business. What in the world led you wandering to Thrushcross Grange?'

`Let me get off my wet clothes, and I'll tell you all about it, Nelly,' he replied. I bid him beware of rousing the master, and while he undressed and I waited to put out the candle, he continued--`Cathy and I escaped from the wash-house to have a ramble at liberty, and getting a glimpse of the Grange lights, we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings standing shivering in corners, while their father and mother sat eating and drinking, and singing and laughing; and burning their eyes out before the fire. Do you think they do? Or reading sermons, and being catechized by their manservant, and set to learn a column of Scripture names, if they don't answer properly?'

`Probably not,' I responded. `They are good children, no doubt, and don't deserve the treatment you receive, for your bad conduct.'

`Don't you cant, Nelly,' he said: `nonsense! We ran from the top of the Heights to the park, without stopping--Catherine completely beaten in the race, because she was barefoot. You'll have to seek for her shoes in the bog tomorrow. We crept through a broken hedge, groped our way up the path, and planted ourselves on a flower plot under the drawing-room window. The light came from thence; they had not put up the shutters, and the curtains were only half closed. Both of us were able to look in by standing on the basement, and clinging to the ledge, and we saw--ah! it was beautiful--a splendid place carpeted with crimson, and crimson-covered chairs and tables, and a pure white ceiling bordered by gold, a shower of glass drops hanging in silver chains from the centre, and shimmering with little soft tapers. Old Mr and Mrs Linton were not there; Edgar and his sister had it entirely to themselves. Shouldn't they have been happy? We should have thought ourselves in heaven! And now, guess what your good children were doing? Isabella--I believe she is eleven, a year younger than Cathy--lay screaming at the farther end of the room, shrieking as if witches were running red-hot needles into her. Edgar stood on the hearth weeping silently, and in the middle of the table sat a little dog, shaking its paw and yelping; which, from their mutual accusations, we understood they had nearly pulled in two between them. The idiots! That was their pleasure! to quarrel who should hold a heap of warm hair, and each begin to cry because both, after struggling to get it, refused to take it. We laughed outright at the petted things; we did despise them! When would you catch me wishing to have what Catherine wanted? or find us by ourselves, seeking entertainment in yelling, and sobbing, and rolling on the ground, divided by the whole room? I'd not exchange, for a thousand lives, my condition here, for Edgar Linton's at Thrushcross Grange--not if I might have the privilege of flinging--Joseph off the highest gable, and painting the house-front with Hindley's blood!'

`Hush, hush!' I interrupted. `Still you have not told me, Heathcliff, how Catherine is left behind?'

`I told you we laughed,' he answered. `The Lintons heard us, and with one accord, they shot like arrows to the door; there was silence, and then a cry, "Oh, mamma, mamma! Oh, papa! Oh, mamma, come here. Oh, papa, oh!" They really did howl out something in that way. We made frightful noises to terrify them still more, and then we dropped off the ledge, because somebody was drawing the bars, and we felt we had better flee. I had Cathy by the hand, and was urging her on, when all at once she fell down. "Run, Heathcliff, run!" she whispered. "They have let the bulldog loose, and he holds me!" The devil had seized her ankle, Nelly: I heard his abominable snorting. She did not yell out--no! she would have scorned to do it, if she had been spitted on the horns of a mad cow. I did, though! I vociferated curses enough to annihilate any fiend in Christendom; and I got a store and thrust it between his jaws, and tried with all my might to cram it down his throat. A beast of a servant came up with a lantern, at last, shouting--"Keep fast, Skulker, keep fast!" He changed his note, however--when he saw Skulker's game. The dog was throttled off; his huge, purple tongue hanging half a foot out of his mouth, and his pendent lips streaming with bloody slaver. The man took Cathy up: she was sick: not from fear, I'm certain, but from pain. He carried her in; I followed, grumbling execrations and vengeance. "What prey, Robert?" hallooed Linton from the entrance. "Skulker has caught a little girl, sir," he replied; "and there's a lad here", he added, making a clutch at me, "who looks an out-and-outer! Very like, the robbers were for putting them through the window to open the doors to the gang after all were asleep, that they might murder us at their ease. Hold your tongue, you foul-mouthed thief, you! you shall go to the gallows for this. Mr Linton, sir, don't lay by your gun." "No, no, Robert," said the old fool. "The rascals knew that yesterday was my rent day: they thought to have me cleverly. Come in; I'll furnish them a reception. There, John, fasten the chain. Give Skulker some water, Jenny. To beard a magistrate in his stronghold, and on the Sabbath, too! Where will their insolence stop? Oh, my dear Mary, look here! Don't be afraid, it is but a boy--yet the villain scowls so plainly in his face; would it not be a kindness to the country to hang him at once, before he shows his nature in acts as well as features?" He pulled me under the chandelier, and Mrs Linton placed her spectacles on her nose and raised her hands in horror. The cowardly children crept nearer also, Isabella lisping--"Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He's exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant. Isn't he, Edgar?"

`While they examined me, Cathy came round; she heard the last speech, and laughed. Edgar Linton, after an inquisitive stare, collected sufficient wit to recognize her. They see us at church, you know, though we seldom meet them elsewhere. "That's Miss Earnshaw!" he whispered to his mother, "and look how Skulker has bitten her--how her foot bleeds!"

"Miss Earnshaw? Nonsense!" cried the dame; "Miss Earnshaw scouring the country with a gipsy! And yet, my dear, the child is in mourning--surely it is--and she may be lamed for life!"

"What culpable carelessness in her brother!" exclaimed Mr Linton, turning from me to Catherine. "I've understood from Shielders" (that was the curate, sir) "that he lets her grow up in absolute heathenism. But who is this? Where did she pick up this companion? Oho! I declare he is that strange acquisition my late neighbour made, in his journey to Liverpool--a little Lascar, or an American or Spanish castaway."

"A wicked boy, at all events," remarked the old lady, "and quite unfit for a decent house! Did you notice his language, Linton? I'm shocked that my children should have heard it."

`I recommenced cursing--don't be angry, Nelly--and so Robert was ordered to take me off. I refused to go without Cathy; he dragged me into the garden, pushed the lantern into my hand, assured me that Mr Earnshaw should be informed of my behaviour, and, bidding me march directly, secured the door again. The curtains were still looped up at one comer, and I resumed my station as spy; because, if Catherine had wished to return, I intended shattering their great glass panes to a million of fragments, unless they let her out. She sat on the sofa quietly. Mrs Linton took off the grey cloak of the dairymaid which we had borrowed for our excursion, shaking her head and expostulating with her, I suppose: she was a young lady, and they made a distinction between her treatment and mine. Then the woman-servant brought a basin of warm water, and washed her feet; and Mr Linton mixed a tumbler of negus, and Isabella emptied a plateful of cakes into her lap, and Edgar stood gaping at a distance. Afterwards, they dried and combed her beautiful hair, and gave her a pair of enormous slippers, and wheeled her to the fire; and I left her, as merry as she could be, dividing her food between the little dog and Skulker, whose nose she pinched as he ate; and kindling a spark of spirit in the vacant blue eyes of the Lintons--a dim reflection from her own enchanting face. I saw they were full of stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to them--to everybody on earth, is she not, Nelly?'

`There will more come of this business than you reckon on,' I answered, covering him up and extinguishing the light. `You are incurable, Heathcliff; and Mr Hindley will have to proceed to extremities, see if he won't.' My words came truer than I desired. The luckless adventure made Earnshaw furious. And then Mr Linton, to mend matters, paid us a visit himself on the morrow; and read the young master such a lecture on the road he guided his family, that he was stirred to look about him, in earnest. Heathcliff received no flogging, but he was told that the first word he spoke to Miss Catherine should ensure a dismissal; and Mrs Earnshaw undertook to keep her sister-in-law in due restraint when she returned home; employing art, not force: with force she would have found it impossible.

亦汐

第七章



凯蒂在画眉田庄住了五个星期，一直住到圣诞节。那时候，她的脚踝已痊愈，举止也大有进步。在这期间，女主人常常去看她，开始了她的改革计划。先试试用漂亮衣服和奉承话来提高她的自尊心，她也毫不犹豫地接受了。因此，她不再是一个不戴帽子的小野人跳到屋里，冲过来把我们搂得都喘不过气，而是从一匹漂亮的小黑马身上下来一个非常端庄的人，棕色的发卷从一支插着羽毛的海狸皮帽子里垂下来，穿一件长长的布质的骑马服。她必须用双手提着衣裙，才能雍容华贵地走进。辛德雷把她扶下马来，愉快地惊叫着：“怎么，凯蒂，你简直是个美人啦！我都要认不出你了。你现在像个贵妇人啦。但莎贝拉·林惇可比不上她，是吧，弗兰西斯？”

“伊莎贝拉没有她的天生丽质，”他的妻子回答，“可是她得记住，在这儿可不要再变野了。艾伦，帮凯瑟琳小姐脱掉外衣，别动，亲爱的，你要把你的头发卷搞乱了。——让我把你的帽子解开吧。”

我脱下她的骑马服，里面露出了一件大方格子的丝长袍，白裤，还有亮光光的皮鞋。在那些狗也跳上来欢迎她的时候，她的眼睛高兴得发亮，可她不敢摸它们，生怕狗会扑到她漂亮的衣服上去。她温柔地亲我：我身上尽是面粉，正在作圣诞节蛋糕，要拥抱我可不行。然后她就四下里望着想找希刺克厉夫。恩萧先生和夫人很焦切地注视着他们的会面，认为这多少可以使他们判断，他们有没有根据希望把这两个朋友分开。

起初找不到希刺克厉夫。如果他在凯瑟琳不在家之前就是邋里邋遢，没人管的话，那么，后来他更糟上十倍。除了我以外，甚至没有人肯叫他一声脏孩子，也没有人叫他一星期去洗一次澡；像他这样大的孩子很少对肥皂和水有天生的兴趣。因此，姑且不提他那满是泥巴和灰土已穿了三个月的一身衣服，还有他那厚厚的从不梳理的头发，就是他的脸和手也盖上一层黑。他看到走进屋来的是这么一个漂亮而文雅的小姐，而不是如他所期望的，跟他配得上的一个披头散发的人，他只好藏在高背椅子后面了。

“希刺克厉夫不在这儿吗？”她问，脱下她的手套，露出了她那由于待在屋里不作事而显得特别白的手指头。

“希刺克厉夫，你可以走过来，”辛德雷先生喊着，看到他的狼狈相很高兴，望着他将不得不以一个可憎厌的小流氓的模样出场，而心满意足。“你可以来，像那些佣人一样来欢迎欢迎凯瑟琳小姐。”

凯蒂一瞅见她的朋友藏在那儿，便飞奔过去拥抱他。她在一秒钟内在他脸上亲了七八下，然后停住了，往后退，放声大笑，嚷道：

“怎么啦，你满脸的不高兴！而且多——多可笑又可怕呀！可那是因为我看惯了埃德加和伊莎贝拉·林惇啦。好呀，希刺克厉夫，你把我忘了吗？”

她是有理由提出这个问题来的，因为羞耻和自尊心在他脸上投下了双重的阴影，使他动弹不得。

“握下手吧，希刺克厉夫。”恩萧先生大模大样地说，“偶尔一次，是允许的。”

“我不，”这男孩终于开口了，“我可受不了让人笑话。我受不了！”他要从人群里走开，但是凯蒂小姐又把他拉住了。

“我并没有意思笑你呀，”她说，“刚才我是忍不住笑出来的。希刺克厉夫，至少握握手吧！你干吗不高兴呢？只不过是你看着有点古怪罢了。要是你洗洗脸，刷刷头发，就会好的，可是你这么脏！”

她关心地盯着握在自己手里的黑手指头，又看看她的衣服，怕自己的衣服和他的衣服一碰上会得不到好处。

“你用不着碰我！”他回答，看到她的眼色，就把手抽回来了。“我高兴怎么脏，就怎么脏。我喜欢脏，我就是要脏。”

他说完，就一头冲出屋外，使主人和女主人很开心，而凯瑟琳则十分不安；她不能理解她的话怎么会惹出这么一场坏脾气的爆发。

我作为女仆侍候了这位新来的人之后，把蛋糕放在烘炉里，在大厅与厨房里都升起旺火，搞得很像过圣诞节的样子。完事后，我就准备坐下来，唱几支圣诞歌来使自己开开心，也不管约瑟夫断言说什么我所选的欢乐的调子根本够不上是歌。他已经回到卧房独自祷告去了，恩萧夫妇正在用那些为她买来送小林惇兄妹的各式各样漂亮的小玩意吸引她的注意力，这些是用来答谢他们的招待的。他们已经邀请小林惇兄妹第二天来呼啸山庄，这邀请已被接受了，不过有个条件：林惇夫人请求把她的宝贝儿们和那个“顽皮、好咒骂人的男孩”小心隔开。

因此就剩下我一个人在这里。我闻到烂熟了的香料的浓郁香味，欣赏着那些闪亮的厨房用具，用冬青叶装饰着的擦亮了的钟，排列在盘里的银盆——它们是准备用来在晚餐时倒加料麦酒的。我最欣赏的是我特别小心擦洗得清洁无暇的东西，就是那洗过扫过的地板。我暗自对每样东西都恰如其分的赞美一番，于是我就记起老恩萧从前在一切收拾停当时，总是怎么走进来，说我是假正经的姑娘，而且把一个先令塞到我手里作为圣诞节的礼物。从这我又想起他对希刺克厉夫的喜爱，他生怕死后希刺克厉夫会没人照管为此所感到的恐惧，于是我很自然地接着想到现在这可怜的孩子的地位。我唱着唱着，哭起来了。但是一会我就猛然想到，弥补一下他所受的委屈，总比为这些事掉眼泪还有意义些。我起来，到院子里去找他。他就在不远的地方。我发现他在马厩里给新买的小马抚平那有光泽的毛皮，并且和往常一样在喂别的牲口。

“快，希刺克厉夫！”我说，“厨房里挺舒服。约瑟夫在楼上呢。快，让我在凯蒂小姐出来之前把你打扮得漂漂亮亮的，那你们就可以坐在一起，整个火炉归你们，而且可以长谈到睡觉的时候。”

他继续干他的事，死也不肯把头掉过来对着我。

“来呀——你来不来呀！”我接着说，“你们两个一人一小块蛋糕，差不多够了，你得要半个钟头打扮好哩。”

我等了五分钟，可是得不到回答，就走开了。凯瑟琳和她的哥哥嫂嫂一块吃晚饭。约瑟夫和我合吃了一顿不和气的饭，一方在申斥，另一方也不客气。他的蛋糕和干酪就一整夜摆在桌上留给神仙了。他干活直干到九点钟，然后不声不响，执拗地走进他的卧房。凯蒂呆到很迟的时候，为了接待她的新朋友们吩咐了一大堆事情。她到厨房来过一次，想跟她的老朋友说话。可是他不在，只问了一下他是怎么回事，就又回去了。第二天早晨他起得很早，那天正是假日，他就怏怏不乐地到旷野去，直到全家都出发到教堂去了，他才回来。饥饿和思索仿佛使他的兴致好些。他跟了我一阵，然后鼓起勇气，突然高声说：

“耐莉，把我打扮得体面些，我要学好啦！”

“正是时候，希刺克厉夫，”我说，“你已经把凯瑟琳搞伤心啦，她挺后悔回家来，我敢这么说！看来好像是你嫉妒她似的，只因为她比你多被人关心些。”

这嫉妒凯瑟琳的念头，他是不能理解的，可是使她伤心这个念头，他可是十分明白的。

“她说她伤心啦？”他追问，很严肃的样子。

“今天早上我告诉她你又走掉了，那时候她哭啦。”

“唉，我昨天夜里也哭的，”他回答说，“我比她更有理由哭哩。”

“是啊，你是有理由带着一颗骄傲的心和一个空肚子上床的。”我说，“骄傲的人给自己招来悲哀。可是，如果你为你那种暴脾气惭愧，记住，在她进来的时候，你一定得道歉。你一定得走过去请求亲亲她，而且说——你很知道该说什么。只是要诚心诚意地去做，不要认为她穿了漂亮的衣服就变成陌生人似的。现在，尽管我还要把中饭准备好，我还可以抽出空来把你打扮好，好让埃德加·林惇在你旁边显得像个洋娃娃：他是像洋娃娃。你虽比他小，可是，我可以断定，你高些，肩膀也比他宽一倍，你可以在一眨眼工夫就把他打倒。你不觉得你能够吗？”

希刺克厉夫的脸色开朗了一下，随后又阴沉下来，他叹气。

“可是，耐莉，就算我把他打倒二十回，也不会使他不漂亮些，或者使我更漂亮些。我愿我有浅色的头发，白白的皮肤，穿着和举动也像他，而且也有机会变得和他将来一样的有钱！”

“而且动不动就哭着喊妈妈，”我添上一句，“而且要是一个乡下孩子向你举起拳头的时候，就发抖，而且下一场大雨就整天坐在家里。啊，希刺克厉夫，你这是没出息！到镜子这儿来，我要让你看看你该愿望什么吧。你看到你两只眼睛中间那两条纹路没有，还有那浓眉毛，不在中间弓起来，却在中间低垂。还有那对黑黑的恶魔，埋得这么深，从来不大胆地打开它们的窗户，却在底下闪闪地埋伏着，像是魔鬼的奸细似的，但愿而且要学着把这些执拗的纹路摩平，坦率地抬起你的眼皮来，把恶魔变成可以信赖的、天真的天使，什么也不猜疑，对不一定是仇敌的人永远要当作朋友。不要现出恶狗的样子，好像知道被踢是该得的报酬，可又因为吃了苦头，就又恨全世界，以及那踢它的人。”

“换句话说，我一定要希望有埃德加·林惇的大蓝眼睛和平坦的额头才行，”他回答，“我真心愿望——可那也不会帮助我得到那些。”

“只要有了好心，就会使你有张好看的脸，我的孩子，”我接着说，“哪怕你是一个真正的黑人；而一颗坏心就会把最漂亮的脸变得比丑还要糟。现在我们洗呀，梳呀，闹别扭呀，都搞完啦。告诉我你是不是觉得你自己挺漂亮？我要告诉你，我可觉得你简直像一个化装的王子哩。谁知道呢？也许你父亲是中国的皇帝，你母亲是个印度皇后，他们俩中间一个人只要用一个星期的收入，就能把呼啸山庄和画眉田庄一块买过来？而你是被恶毒的水手绑了票，才带到英国来的。如果我处在你的地位，我就要对我的出身编造出很高的奇想。而且一想到我曾经是什么人，就可以给我勇气和尊严来抵得住一个小农场主的压迫！”

我就这样喋喋不休地扯下去，希刺克厉夫渐渐地消除了他的不快，开始表现得挺快乐了。这时我们的谈话一下子被一阵从大路上传来进了院子的辚辚车声打断了。他跑到窗口，我跑到了院子里，刚好看见林惇兄妹俩从家用马车中走下来，裹着大氅皮裘，恩萧们也从他们的马上下来，他们在冬天常常骑马去教堂的。凯瑟琳一手牵着一个孩子，把他们带到大厅里，安置在火炉前，他们的白脸很快地有了血色。

我催我的同伴现在要赶快收拾，还要显得和和气气，他心甘情愿地顺从了。可是倒楣的是，他一打开从厨房通过来的这边门，辛德雷也正打开另一边门。他们碰上了，主人一看见他又干净又愉快的样子就冒火了——或者，也许因为一心要对林惇夫人守信用吧——猛然一下把他推回去，而且生气地叫约瑟夫，“不许这家伙进这间屋子——把他送到阁楼里去，等午饭吃过再说。

要是让他跟他们在一起待上一分钟，他就要用手指头塞到果酱蛋糕里去，还会偷水果哩。”

“不会的，先生，”我忍不住搭腔了，“他什么也不会碰的，他不会的。而且我猜想他一定和我们一样也有他那份点心。”

“要是在天黑以前我在楼下捉到他，就叫他尝尝我的巴掌，”辛德雷吼着。“滚，你这流氓！什么？你打算作个花花公子么，是不是；等我抓住那些漂亮的卷发——瞧瞧我会不会把它再拉长一点！”

“那已经够长的啦，”林惇少爷说，从门口偷瞧，“我奇怪这些头发没让他头疼。耷拉到他的眼睛上面像马鬃似的！’

他说这话并没有侮辱他的想法。可是希刺克厉夫的暴性子却不准备忍受在那时候甚至似乎已经当作情敌来痛恨的那人的傲慢表现。他抓起一盆热苹果酱，这是他顺手抓到的头一件东西，把它整个向说话的人的脸上和脖子上泼去。那个人立刻哭喊起来，伊莎贝拉和凯瑟琳都连忙跑到这边儿来。恩萧先生马上抓起这个罪犯，把他送到他卧房里去。毫无疑问，他在那儿采用了一种粗暴的治疗法压下那一阵愤怒，因为他回来时脸挺红而且喘着气。我拿起擦碗布，恶狠狠地揩着埃德加的鼻子和嘴，说这是他多管闲事的报应。他的妹妹开始哭着要回家，凯蒂站在那里惊慌失措，为这一切羞得脸红。

“你不应该跟他说话！”她教训着林惇少爷，“他脾气不好，现在你把这一趟拜访搞糟糕啦。他还要挨鞭子，我可不愿意他挨鞭子！我吃不下饭啦。你干吗跟他说话呢，埃德加？”

“我没有，”这个少年抽泣着，从我手里挣脱出来，用他的白麻纱手绢结束剩余的清洁工作。“我答应过妈妈我一句话也不跟他说，我没有说。”

“好啦，别哭啦，”凯瑟琳轻蔑地回答，“你并没有被人杀死。别再淘气了。我哥哥来啦，安静些！嘘，伊莎贝拉！有人伤着你了吗？”

“喏，喏，孩子们——坐到你们的位子上去吧！”辛德雷匆匆忙忙进来喊着。“那个小畜生倒把我搞得挺暖和。下一回，埃德加少爷，就用你自己的拳头打吧——那会使你开胃的！”

一瞅见这香味四溢的筵席，这小小的一伙人又安定下来。他们在骑马之后已经饿了，而且那点气也容易平下来，因为他们并没有受到什么真正的伤害。恩萧先生切着大盘的肉，女主人的谈笑风生使他们高兴起来。我站在她椅子背后侍候着，而且很难过地看着凯瑟琳，她毫无眼泪的眼睛带着漠然的神气，开始切她面前的鹅翅膀。

“没心肝的孩子，”我心想，“她多么轻易地就把她从前游伴的苦恼给撇开啦。我没法想象她竟是这么自私。”

她拿起一口吃的送到嘴边，随后又把它放下了。她的脸绯红，眼泪涌出来。她把叉子滑落到地板上，赶紧钻到桌布下面去掩盖她的感情。没过多久我就再不能说她没心肝了，因为我看出来她一整天都在受罪，苦苦想着找个机会自己呆着，或是去看看希刺克厉夫——他已经被主人关起来了——照我看来，她想私下给他送吃的去。

晚上我们有个跳舞会。凯蒂请求这时把他放出来，因为伊莎贝拉·林惇没有舞伴。她的请求是白费的，我奉命来补这个缺。这种活动使我们兴奋，它驱散了一切忧郁和烦恼。吉默吞乐队的到来更增添了我们的欢乐。这乐队有十五个人之多——除了歌手外，还有一个喇叭，一个长喇叭，几支竖笛，低音笛，法国号角，一把低音提琴。每年圣诞节，他们轮流到所有的体面人家演奏，收点捐款。能听到他们的演奏，我们是当作一件头等乐事来看待的，等到一般的颂主诗歌唱之后，就请他们唱歌曲和重唱。恩萧太太爱好音乐，所以他们演奏了不少。

凯瑟琳也爱好音乐，可是她说在楼上听起来，那将会是最动听的了，于是，就摸黑上了楼，我也跟着走开。他们把楼下大厅的门关着，根本没注意我们，因为那屋里挤满了这么多人。她没有在楼梯口上停下，却往上走，走到禁闭希刺克厉夫的阁楼上，叫唤他。有一会他执拗地不理睬。她坚持叫下去，最后说服了他，隔着木板与她交谈。我让这两个可怜的东西谈着话，不受干扰，直等到我推测歌唱要停止，那些歌手要吃点东西了，我就爬上梯子去提醒她。我在外面没找到她，却听见她的声音在里面。这小猴子是从一个阁楼的天窗爬进去，沿着房顶，又进另一个阁楼的天窗。于是我费了好大劲才把她叫出来。当她真出来时，希刺克厉夫也跟她来了。她坚持要我把他带到厨房去，因为我那位伙伴约瑟夫，为了躲避他所谓的“魔鬼颂”，到邻居家去了。我告诉他们我无意鼓励他们玩这种把戏，但是既然这囚犯自从昨天午饭后就没吃过，我就默许他欺瞒辛德雷这一回。他下去了，我搬个凳子叫他坐在火炉旁，给他一大堆好吃的。可是他病了，吃不下，我本想款待他的企图也只好丢开了。他两个胳臂肘支在膝上，手托着下巴，一直不声不响地沉思着。我问他想些什么，他严肃地回答——

“我在打算怎样报复辛德雷。我不在乎要等多久，只要最后能报仇就行，希望他不要在我报复之前就死掉。”

“羞啊，希刺克厉夫！”我说，“惩罚恶人是上帝的事，我们应该学着饶恕人。”

“不，上帝得不到我那种痛快，”他回答，“但愿我能知道最好的方法才好！让我一个人呆着吧，我要把它计划出来。这样在想那件事的时候，我就不觉得痛苦了。”

可是，洛克乌德先生，我倒忘记了这些故事是不能供你消遣的。我再也没想到絮叨到这样地步，真气人。你的粥冷啦，你也瞌睡啦！我本来可以把你要听的关于希刺克厉夫的历史用几个字说完的。

管家这样打断了她自己的话，站起来，正要放下她的针线活，但是我觉得离不开壁炉，而且我一点睡意也没有。

“坐着吧，丁太太，”我叫着，“坐吧，再坐半个钟头！你这样慢条斯理地讲故事正合我的意，你就用同样的口气讲完吧。我对你所提的每个人物或多或少都感到有兴趣哩。”

“钟在打十一点啦，先生。”

“没关系——我不习惯在十二点以前上床的。对于一个睡到十点钟才起来的人，一两点钟睡已经够早的啦。”

“你不应该睡到十点钟。早上最好的时间在十点以前就过去啦。一个人要是到十点钟还没有做完他一天工作的一半，就大有可能剩下那一半也做不完。”

“不管怎么样，丁太太，还是再坐下来吧，因为明天我打算把夜晚延长到下午哩。我已经预感到自己至少要得一场重伤风。”

“我希望不会，先生。好吧，你必须允许我跳过三年，在那期间，恩萧夫人——”

“不，不，我不允许这样搞法！你熟悉不熟悉那样的心情：如果你一个人坐着，猫在你面前地毯上舐它的小猫，你那么专心地看着这个动作，以致有一只耳朵猫忘记舐了，就会使你大不高兴？”

“我得说，是一种很糟糕的懒性子。”

“相反，是一种紧张得令人讨厌的心情。在目前，我的心情正是这样。因此，你要详详细细地接着讲下去。我看出来这一带的人，对于城里的那些形形色色的居民来说，就好比地窖里的蜘蛛见着茅舍里的蜘蛛，得益不少。这并不完全我是个旁观者，才得出这种日益深刻的印象。他们确实更认真，更自顾自的过着日子，不太顾及那些表面变化的和琐碎的外界事物。我能想象在这儿，几乎可能存在着一种终生的爱；而我过去却死不相信会有什么爱情能维持一年。一种情况像是把一个饥饿的人，安放在仅仅一盘菜前面，他可以精神专注地大嚼一顿，毫不怠慢它。另一种情况，是把他领到法国厨子摆下的一桌筵席上，他也可能从这整桌菜肴中同样享用了一番，但是各盆菜肴在他心目中、记忆里却仅仅是极微小的分子而已。”

“啊！你跟我们熟了的时候，就知道我们这儿跟别地方的人是一样的。”丁太太说，对我这番话多少有点莫名其妙。

“原谅我，”我搭腔，“你，我的好朋友，这是反对那句断言的一个显著证据。我一向认为的你们这一阶层人所固有的习气，在你身上并未留下痕迹，你只是稍稍有点乡土气罢了。我敢说你比一般仆人想得多些。你不得不培养你思考的能力，因为你没有必要把生命消耗在愚蠢的琐事中。

丁太太笑起来。

“我的确认为我自己是属于一种沉着清醒的人，”她说，

“这倒不一定是由于一年到头住在山里，老是看见那几张面孔和老套的动作，而是我受过严格的训练，这个给了我智慧；而且我读过的书比你想象的还多些，洛克乌德先生。在这个图书室里，你可找不到有哪本书我没看过，而且本本书，我都有所得益。除了那排希腊文和拉丁文的，还有那排法文的，但那些书我也能分辨得出。对于一个穷人的女儿，你也只能期望这么多。只是，如果你希望我像闲聊一样，把整个来龙去脉都要细讲，那我就这样说下去吧。而且，时间上不跳过三年，就从第二年夏天讲起也可以啦——一七七八年的夏天，那就是，差不多二十三年前。”

亦汐

Chapter 7




Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks: till Christmas. By that time her ankle was thoroughly cured, and her manners much improved. The mistress visited her often in the interval, and commenced her plan of reform by trying to raise her self-respect with fine clothes and flattery, which she took readily; so that, instead of a wild, hatless little savage jumping into the house, and rushing to squeeze us all breathless, there alighted from a handsome black pony a very dignified person, with brown ringlets falling from the cover of a feathered beaver, and a long cloth habit, which she was obliged to hold up with both hands that she might sail in. Hindley lifted her from her horse, exclaiming delightedly, `Why, Cathy, you are quite a beauty! I should scarcely have known you: you look like a lady now. Isabella Linton is not to be compared with her, is she, Frances?'

`Isabella has not her natural advantages,' replied his wife: `but she must mind and not grow wild again here. Ellen, help Miss Catherine off with her things--stay, dear, you will disarrange your curls--let me untie your hat.'

I removed the habit, and there shone forth, beneath a grand plaid silk frock, white trousers, and burnished shoes; and, while her eyes sparkled joyfully when the dogs came bounding up to welcome her, she dare hardly touch them lest they should fawn upon her splendid garments. She kissed me gently: I was all flour making the Christmas cake, and it would not have done to give me a hug; and, then, she looked round for Heathcliff. Mr and Mrs Earnshaw watched anxiously their meeting; thinking it would enable them to judge, in some measure, what grounds they had for hoping to succeed in separating the two friends.

Heathcliff was hard to discover, at first. If he were careless, and uncared for, before Catherine's absence, he had been ten times more so, since. Nobody but I even did him the kindness to call him a dirty boy, and bid him wash himself, once a week; and children of his age seldom have a natural pleasure in soap and water. Therefore, not to mention his clothes, which had seen three months' service in mire and dust, and his thick uncombed hair, the surface of his face and hands was dismally beclouded. He might well skulk behind the settle, on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the house, instead of a rough-headed counterpart of himself, as he expected. `Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.

`Heathcliff, you may come forward,' cried Mr Hindley, enjoying his discomfiture, and gratified to see what a forbidding young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself. `You may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants.'

Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew to embrace him; she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek within the second, and then stopped, and drawing back, burst into a laugh, exclaiming, `Why, how very black and cross you look! and how--how funny and grim! But that's because I'm used to Edgar and Isabella Linton. Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me?'

She had some reason to put the question, for shame and pride threw double gloom over his countenance, and kept him immovable.

`Shake hands, Heathcliff,' said Mr Earnshaw, condescendingly; `once in a way, that is permitted.'

`I shall not,' replied the boy, finding his tongue at last; `I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!'

And he would have broken from the circle, but Miss Cathy seized him again.

`I did not mean to laugh at you,' she said; `I could not hinder myself: Heathcliff, shake hands at least! What are you sulky for? It was only that you looked odd. If you wash your face and brush your hair, it will be all right: but you are so dirty!'

She gazed concernedly at the dusky fingers she held in her own, and also at her dress; which she feared had gained no embellishment from its contact with his.

`You needn't have touched me!' he answered, following her eye and snatching away his hand. `I shall be as dirty as I please: and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty.'

With that he dashed head foremost out of the room, amid the merriment of the master and mistress, and to the serious disturbance of Catherine; who could not comprehend how her remarks should have produced such an exhibition of bad temper.

After playing lady's-maid to the newcomer, and putting my cakes in the oven, and making the house and kitchen cheerful with great fires, befitting Christmas eve, I prepared to sit down and amuse myself by singing carols, all alone; regardless of Joseph's affirmations that he considered the merry tunes I chose as next door to songs. He had retired to private prayer in his chamber, and Mr and Mrs Earnshaw were engaging Missy's attention by sundry gay trifles bought for her to present to the little Lintons, as an acknowledgment of their kindness. They had invited them to spend the morrow at Wuthering Heights, and the invitation had been accepted, on one condition: Mrs Linton begged that her darlings must be kept carefully apart from that `naughty swearing boy'.

Under these circumstances I remained solitary. I smelt the rich scent of the heating spices; and admired the shining kitchen utensils, the polished clock, decked in holly, the silver mugs ranged on a tray ready to be filled with mulled ale for supper; and above all, the speckless purity of my particular care--the scoured and well-swept floor. I gave due inward applause to every object, and then I remembered how old Earnshaw used to come in when all was tidied, and call me a cant lass, and slip a shilling into my hand as a Christmas box; and from that I went on to think of his fondness for Heathcliff, and his dread lest he should suffer neglect after death had removed him; and that naturally led me to consider the poor lad's situation now, and from singing I changed my mind to crying. It struck me soon, however, there would be more sense in endeavouring to repair some of his wrongs than shedding tears over them: I got up and walked into the court to seek him. He was not far; I found him smoothing the glossy coat of the new pony in the stable, and feeding the other beasts, according to custom.

`Make haste, Heathcliff!' I said, `the kitchen is so comfortable; and Joseph is upstairs: make haste, and let me dress you smart before Miss Cathy comes out, and then you can sit together, with the whole hearth to yourselves, and have a long chatter till bedtime.'

He proceeded with his task and never turned his head towards me.

`Come--are you coming?' I continued. `There's a little cake for each of you, nearly enough; and you'll need half an hour's donning.'

I waited five minutes, but getting no answer, left him. Catherine supped with her brother and sister-in-law: Joseph and I joined in an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table all night for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine o'clock, and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one; but he was gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and then went back. In the morning he rose early; and as it was a holiday carried his ill humour on to the moors; not reappearing till the family were departed for church. Fasting and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. He hung about me for a while, and having screwed up his courage, exclaimed abruptly:

`Nelly, make me decent, I'm going to be good.'

`High time, Heathcliff,' I said; `you have grieved Catherine: she's sorry she ever came home, I dare say! It looks as if you envied her, because she is more thought of than you.'

The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough.

`Did she say she was grieved?' he inquired, looking very serious. `She cried when I told her you were off again this morning.'

`Well, I cried last night,' he returned, `and I had more reason to cry than she.'

`Yes: you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. `Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But, if you be ashamed of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in. You must go up and offer to kiss her, and say--you know best what to say; only do it heartily, and not as if you thought her converted into a stranger by her grand dress. And now, though I have dinner to get ready, I'll steal time to arrange you so that Edgar Linton shall look quite a doll beside you: and that he does. You are younger, and yet, I'll be bound, you are taller and twice as broad across the shoulders: you could knock him down in a twinkling? don't you feel that you could?'

Heathcliff's face brightened a moment; then it was overcast afresh, and he sighed.

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`But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn't make him less handsome or me more so. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!'

`And cried for mamma at every turn,' I added, `and trembled if a country lad heaved his fist against you, and sat at home all day for a shower of rain. Oh, Heathcliff, you are showing a poor spirit! Come to the glass, and I'll let you see what you should wish. Do you mark those two lines between your eyes; and those thick brows, that instead of rising arched, sink in the middle; and that couple of black fiends, so deeply buried, who never open their windows boldly, but lurk glinting under them, like devil's spies? Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes. Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.'

`In other words, I must wish for Edgar Linton's great blue eyes and even forehead,' he replied. `I do--and that won't help me to them.'

`A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad,' I continued, `if you were a regular black; and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly. And now that we've done washing, and combing, and sulking--tell me whether you don't think yourself rather handsome? I'll tell you, I do. You're fit for a prince in disguise. Who knows but your father was Emperor of China, and your mother an Indian queen, each of them able to buy up, with one week's income, Wuthering Heights and Thrushcross Grange together? And you were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England. Were I in your place, I would frame high notions of my birth; and the thoughts of what I was should give me courage and dignity to support the oppressions of a little farmer!'

So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown and began to look quite pleasant, when all at once our conversation was interrupted by a rumbling sound moving up the road and entering the court. He ran to the window and I to the door, just in time to behold the two Lintons descend from the family carriage, smothered in cloaks and furs, and the Earnshaws dismount from their horses: they often rode to church in winter. Catherine took a hand of each of the children, and brought them into the house and set them before the fire, which quickly put colour into their white faces.

I urged my companion to hasten now and show his amiable humour, and he willingly obeyed; but ill luck would have it that, as he opened the door leading from the kitchen on one side, Hindley opened it on the other. They met, and the master, irritated at seeing him clean and cheerful; or, perhaps, eager to keep his promise to Mrs Linton, shoved him back with a sudden thrust, and angrily bade Joseph `keep the fellow out of the room--send him into the garret till dinner is over. He'll be cramming his fingers in the tarts and stealing the fruit, if left alone with them a minute.'

`Nay, sir,' I could not avoid answering, `he'll touch nothing, not he: and I suppose he must have his share of the dainties as well as we.'

`He shall have his share of my hand, if I catch him downstairs again till dark,' cried Hindley. `Begone, you vagabond! What! you are attempting the coxcomb, are you? Wait till I get hold of those elegant locks--see if I won't pull them a bit longer.'

`They are long enough, already,' observed Master Linton, peeping from the doorway; `I wonder they don't make his head ache. It's like a colt's mane over his eyes!'

He ventured his remark without any intention to insult; but Heathcliff's violent nature was not prepared to endure the appearance of impertinence from one whom he seemed to hate, even then, as a rival. He seized a tureen of hot apple sauce (the first thing that came under his gripe) and dashed it full against the speaker's face and neck; who instantly commenced a lament that brought Isabella and Catherine hurrying to the place. Mr Earnshaw snatched up the culprit directly and conveyed him to his chamber; where, doubtless, he administered a rough remedy to cool the fit of passion, for he reappeared red and breathless. I got the dish-cloth and rather spitefully scrubbed Edgar's nose and mouth, affirming it served him right for meddling. His sister began weeping to go home, and Cathy stood by confounded, blushing for all.

`You should not have spoken to him!' she expostulated with Master Linton. `He was in a bad temper, and now you've spoilt your visit; and he'll be flogged: I hate him to be flogged! I can't eat my dinner. Why did you speak to him, Edgar?'

`I didn't,' sobbed the youth, escaping from my hands, and finishing the remainder of the purification with his cambric pocket handkerchief. `I promised mamma that I wouldn't say one word to him, and I didn't.'

`Well, don't cry,' replied Catherine, contemptuously, `you're not killed. Don't make more mischief; my brother is coming: be quiet! Give over, Isabella! Has anybody hurt you?'

`There, there, children--to your seats!' cried Hindley, bustling in. `That brute of a lad has warmed me nicely. Next time, Master Edgar, take the law into your own fists--it will give you an appetite!'

The little party recovered its equanimity at sight of the fragrant feast. They were hungry after their ride, and easily consoled, since no real harm had befallen them. Mr Earnshaw carved bountiful platefuls, and the mistress made them merry with lively talk. I waited behind her chair, and was pained to behold Catherine, with dry eyes and an indifferent air, commence cutting up the wing of a goose before her. `An unfeeling child,' I thought to myself; `how lightly she dismisses her old playmate's troubles. I could not have imagined her to be so selfish.' She lifted a mouthful to her lips; then she set it down again: her cheeks flushed, and the tears gushed over them. She slipped her fork to the floor, and hastily dived under the cloth to conceal her emotion. I did not cal her unfeeling long; for I perceived she was in purgatory through out the day, and wearying to find an opportunity of getting by herself, or paying a visit to Heathcliff, who had been locked up b the master: as I discovered, on endeavouring to introduce to him private mess of victuals.

In the evening we had a dance. Cathy begged that he might b liberated then, as Isabella Linton had no partner; her entreaties were vain, and I was appointed to supply the deficiency. We got rid of all gloom in the excitement of the exercise, and our pleasure was increased by the arrival of the Gimmerton band, mustering fifteen strong: a trumpet, a trombone, clarionets, bassoon French horns, and a bass viol, besides singers. They go the rounds of all the respectable houses, and receive contributions every Christmas, and we esteemed it a first-rate treat to hear them. After the usual carols had been sung, we set them to songs and glees. Mrs Earnshaw loved the music, and so they gave us plenty.

Catherine loved it too; but she said it sounded sweetest at the top of the steps, and she went up in the dark; I followed. They shut the house door below, never noting our absence, it was so full people. She made no stay at the stair's head, but mounted farther, to the garret where Heathcliff was confined, and called him. I stubbornly declined answering for a while; she persevered, and finally persuaded him to hold communion with her through the boards. I let the poor things converse unmolested, till I supposed the songs were going to cease, and the singers to get some refreshment; then, I clambered up the ladder to warn her. Instead of finding her outside, I heard her voice within. The little monkey had crept by the skylight of one garret, along the roof, into the skylight of the other, and it was with the utmost difficulty I could coax her out again. When she did come Heathcliff came with her, and she insisted that I should take him into the kitchen, as my fellow-servant had gone to a neighbour's to be removed from the sound of our `devil's psalmody', as it pleased him to call it. I told them I intended by no means to encourage their tricks; but as the prisoner had never broken his fast since yesterday's dinner, I would wink at his cheating Mr Hindley that once. He went down; I set him a stool by the fire, and offered him a quantity of good things; but he was sick and could eat little, and my attempts to entertain him were thrown away. He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands, and remained wrapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely:

`I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!'

`For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. `It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.'

`No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. `I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.'

But, Mr Lockwood, I forget these tales cannot divert you. I'm annoyed how I should dream of chattering on at such a rate; and your gruel cold, and you nodding for bed! I could have told Heathcliffs history, all that you need hear, in half a dozen words.

Thus interrupting herself, the housekeeper rose, arid proceeded to lay aside her sewing; but I felt incapable of moving from the hearth, and I was very far from nodding. `Sit still, Mrs Dean,' I cried, `do sit still, another half-hour! You've done just right to tell the story leisurely. That is the method I like; and you must finish it in the same style. I am interested in every character you have mentioned, more or less.'

`The clock is on the stroke of eleven, sir.'

`No matter--I'm not accustomed to go to bed in the long hours. One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.'

`You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.'

`Nevertheless, Mrs Dean, resume your chair; because to morrow I intend lengthening the night till afternoon. I prognosticate for myself an obstinate cold, at least.'

`I hope not, sir. Well, you must allow me to leap over some three years; during that space Mrs Earnshaw---'

`No, no, I'll allow nothing of the sort! Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?'

`A terribly lazy mood, I should say.'

`On the contrary, a tiresomely active one. It is mine, at present; and, therefore, continue minutely. I perceive that people in these regions acquire over people in towns the value that the spider in a dungeon does over a spider in a cottage, to their various occupants; and yet the deepened attraction is not entirely owing to the situation of the looker-on. They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing. One state resembles setting a hungry man down to a single dish, on which he may concentrate his entire appetite and do it justice; the other, introducing him to a table laid out by French cooks: he can perhaps extract as much enjoyment from the whole; but each part is a mere atom in his regard and remembrance.'

`Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,' observed Mrs Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech.

`Excuse me,' I responded; `you, my good friend, are a striking evidence against that assertion. Excepting a few provincialisms of slight consequence, you have no marks of the manners which I am habituated to consider as peculiar to your class. I am sure you have thought a great deal more than the generality of servants think. You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.'

Mrs Dean laughed.

`I certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; `not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr Lockwood. You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked into, and got something out of also: unless it be that range of Greek and Latin and that of French; and those I know one from another: it is as much as you can expect of a poor man's daughter. However, if I am to follow my story in true gossip's fashion, I had better go on; and instead of leaping three years, I will be content to pass to the next summer--the summer of 1778, that is, nearly twenty-three years ago.'

亦汐

第八章




一个晴朗的六月天的早晨，第一个要我照应的漂亮小婴孩，也就是古老的恩萧家族的最后一个，诞生了。我们正在远处的一块田里忙着耙草，经常给我们送早饭的姑娘提前一个钟头就跑来了。她穿过草地，跑上小路，一边跑一边喊我。

“啊，多棒的一个小孩！”她喘着说，“简直是从来没有的最好的男孩！可是大夫说太太一定要完啦，他说好几个月来她就有肺痨病。我听见他告诉辛德雷先生的。现在她没法保住自己啦，不到冬天就要死了。你一定得马上回家。要你去带那孩子，耐莉，喂他糖和牛奶，白天夜里照应着。但愿我是你，因为到了太太不在的时候，就全归你啦！”

“可是她病得很重吗？”我问，丢下耙，系上帽子。

“我想是的，但看样子她还心宽。”那姑娘回答，“而且听她说话好像她还想活下去看孩子长大成人哩。她是高兴得糊涂啦，那是个多么好看的孩子：我要是她，准死不了：我光是瞅他一眼，也就会好起来的，才不管肯尼兹说什么呢。我都要对他发火啦，奥彻太太把这小天使抱到大厅给主人看，他脸上才有喜色，那个老家伙就走上前，他说：‘恩萧，你的妻给你留下这个儿子真是福气。她来时，我就深信保不住她啦。现在，我不得不告诉你，冬天她大概就要完了。别难过，别为这事太烦恼啦，没救了。而且，你本应该聪明些，不该挑这么个不值什么的姑娘！’”

“主人回答什么呢！”我追问着。

“我想他咒骂来着，可我没管他，我就是要看看孩子，”她又开始狂喜地描述起来。在我这方面我和她一样热心，兴高采烈地跑回家去看。虽然我为辛德雷着想，也很难过。他心里只放得下两个偶像——他的妻子和他自己。他两个都爱，只崇拜一个，我不能设想他怎么担起这损失。

我们到了呼啸山庄的时候，他正站在门前。在我进去时，我问：“孩子怎么样？”

“简直都能跑来跑去啦，耐儿①！”他回答，露出愉快的笑容。

①耐儿——Nell，耐莉（Nelly）的爱称。

“女主人呢？”我大胆地问，“大夫说她是——”

“该死的大夫！”他打断我的话，脸红了，“弗兰西斯还好好的哩，下星期这时候她就要完全好啦。你上楼吗？你可不可以告诉她，只要她答应不说话，我就来，我离开了她，因为她说个不停，她一定得安静些。——告诉她，肯尼兹大夫这样说的。”

我把这话传达给恩萧夫人，她看来兴致勃勃，而且挺开心地回答：

“艾伦，我简直没说一个字，他倒哭着出去两次啦。好吧，说我答应了我不说话，可那并不能管住我不笑他呀！”

可怜的人！直到她临死的前一个星期，那颗欢乐的心一直没有丢开她。她的丈夫固执地——不，死命地——肯定她的健康日益好转。当肯尼兹警告他说，病到这个地步，他的药是没用了，而且他不必来看她，让他再浪费钱了，他却回嘴说：

“我知道你不必再来了——她好啦——她不需要你再看她了。她从来没有生肺痨。那只是发烧，已经退了。她的脉搏现在跳得和我一样慢，脸也一样凉。”

他也跟妻子说同样的话，而她好像也信了他。可是一天夜里，她正靠在丈夫的肩上，正说着她想明天可以起来了，一阵咳嗽呛住了她的话——极轻微的一阵咳嗽——他把她抱起来。她用双手搂着恩萧的脖子，脸色一变，她就死了。

正如那姑娘所料，这个孩子哈里顿完全归我管了。恩萧先生对他的关心，只限于看见他健康，而且绝不要听见他哭，就满足。至于他自己，变得绝望了，他的悲哀是属于哭不出来的那种。他不哭泣，也不祷告。他诅咒又蔑视，憎恨上帝同人类，过起了恣情放荡的生活。仆人们受不了他的暴虐行为，不久都走了。约瑟夫和我是仅有的两个愿留下的人。我不忍心丢开我所照应的孩子，而且，你知道我曾经是恩萧的共乳姊妹，总比一个陌生人对他的行为还能够宽恕些。约瑟夫继续威吓着佃户与那些干活的，因为呆在一个有好多事他可以骂个没完的地方，就是他的职业。

主人的坏作风和坏朋友给凯瑟琳与希刺克厉夫做出一个糟糕的榜样。他对希刺克厉夫的待遇足以使得圣徒变成恶魔。而且，真的，在那时期，那孩子好像真有魔鬼附体似的。他幸灾乐祸地眼看辛德雷堕落得不可救药，那野蛮的执拗与残暴一天天地变得更显著了。我们的住宅活像地狱，简直没法向你形容。副牧师不来拜访了，最后，没有一个体面人走近我们。埃德加·林惇可以算是唯一的例外，他还常来看凯蒂小姐。到了十五岁，她就是乡间的皇后了，没有人能比得上她，她果然变成一个傲慢任性的尤物！自从她的童年时代过去后，我承认我不喜欢她了；我为了要改掉她那妄自尊大的脾气，我常常惹恼她，尽管她从来没有对我采取憎厌的态度。她对旧日喜爱的事物保持一种古怪的恋恋不舍之情；甚至希刺克厉夫也为她所喜爱，始终不变。年轻的林惇，尽管有他那一切优越之处，却发觉难以给她留下同等深刻的印象。他是我后来的主人，挂在壁炉上的就是他的肖像。本来一向是挂在一边，他妻子的挂在另一边的。可是她的被搬走了，不然你也许可以看看她从前是怎样的人。你看得出吗？

丁太太举起蜡烛，我分辨出一张温和的脸，极像山庄上那位年轻夫人，但是在表情上更显得沉思而且和蔼。那是一幅可爱的画像。长长的浅色头发在额边微微卷曲着，一对大而严肃的眼睛，浑身上下几乎是太斯文了。凯瑟琳·恩萧会为了这么个人，而忘记了旧友，我可一点也不感到奇怪。但若是他，有着和他本人相称的思想，能想得出此刻我对凯瑟琳·恩萧的看法，那才使我诧异哩。

“一幅非常讨人喜欢的肖像，”我对管家说，“像不像他本人？”

“像的，”她回答，“可是在他兴致好的时候还好看些；那是他平日的相貌，通常他总是精神不振的。”

凯瑟琳自从跟林惇他们同住了五个星期后，就和他们继续来往。既然在一起时，她不愿意表现出她那粗鲁的一面，而且在那儿，她见的都是些温文尔雅的举止，因此，她也懂得无礼是可羞的。她乖巧而又亲切地，不知不觉地骗住了老夫人和老绅士，赢得了伊莎贝拉的爱慕，还征服了她哥哥的心灵——这收获最初挺使她得意。因为她是野心勃勃的，这使她养成一种双重性格，也不一定是有意要去欺骗什么人。在那个她听见希刺克厉夫被称作一个“下流的小坏蛋”和“比个畜生还糟”的地方，她就留意着自己的举止不要像他。可在家，她就没有什么心思去运用那种只会被人嘲笑的礼貌了，而且也无意约束她那种放浪不羁的天性，因为约束也不会给她带来威望和赞美。

埃德加先生很少能鼓起勇气公开地来拜访呼啸山庄。他对恩萧的名声很有戒心，生怕遇到他。但是我们总是尽量有礼貌地招待他。主人知道他是为什么来的，自己也避免冒犯他。如果他不能文文雅雅的话，就索性避开。我简直认为他的光临挺让凯瑟琳讨厌；她不耍手段，从来也不卖弄风情，显然极力反对她这两个朋友见面。因为当希刺克厉夫当着林惇的面表示出轻蔑时，她可不像在林惇不在场时那样附和他；而当林惇对希刺克厉夫表示厌恶，无法相容的时候，她又不敢冷漠地对待他的感情，好像是人家看轻她的伙伴和她没任何关系似的。我总笑她那些困惑和说不出口的烦恼，我的嘲笑她可是躲不过的哩。听起来好像我心狠，可她太傲了，大家才不会去怜悯她的苦痛呢，除非她收敛些，放谦和些。最后她自己招认了，而且向我吐露了衷曲。除了我，还有谁能作她的顾问。

一天下午，辛德雷先生出去了，希刺克厉夫借此想给自己放一天假。我想，那时他十六岁了，相貌不丑，智力也不差，他却偏要想法表现出里里外外都让人讨厌的印象，自然他现在的模样并没留下任何痕迹。首先，他早年所受的教育，到那时已不再对他起作用了，连续不断的苦工，早起晚睡，已经扑灭了他在追求知识方面所一度有过的好奇心，以及对书本或学问的喜爱。他童年时由于老恩萧先生的宠爱而注入到他心里的优越感，这时已经消失了。他长久努力想要跟凯瑟琳在她的求学上保持平等的地位，却带着沉默的而又痛切的遗憾，终于舍弃了；而且他是完全舍弃了。当他发觉他必须，而且必然难免，沉落在他以前的水平以下的时候，谁也没法劝他往上走一步。随后人的外表也跟内心的堕落互相呼应了：他学了一套萎靡不振的走路样子和一种不体面的神气；他天生的沉默寡言的性情扩大成为一种几乎是痴呆的、过分不通人情的坏脾气。而他在使他的极少数的几个熟人对他反感而不是对他尊敬时，却显然是得到了一种苦中作乐的乐趣呢。

在他干活间休时，凯瑟琳还是经常跟他作伴；可是他不再用话来表示对她的喜爱了，而是愤愤地、猜疑地躲开她那女孩子气的抚爱，好像觉得人家对他滥用感情是不值得引以为乐的。在前面提到的那一天，他进屋来，宣布他什么也不打算干，这时我正帮凯蒂小姐整理她的衣服。她没有算计到他脑子里会生出闲散一下的念头；以为她可以占据这整个大厅，已经想法通知埃德加先生说她哥哥不在家，而且她准备接待他。

“凯蒂，今天下午你忙吗？”希刺克厉夫问，“你要到什么地方去吗？”

“不，下着雨呢。”她回答。

“那你干吗穿那件绸上衣？”他说，“我希望，没人来吧？”

“我不知道有没有人来，”小姐结结巴巴地说道，“可你现在应该在地里才对，希刺克厉夫。吃过饭已经一个钟头啦，我以为你已经走了。”

“辛德雷总是讨厌地妨碍我们，很少让我们自由自在一下，”这男孩子说，“今天我不再干活了，我要跟你待在一起。”

“啊，可是约瑟夫会告状的，”她绕着弯儿说，“你最好还是去吧！”

“约瑟夫在盘尼斯吞岩那边装石灰哩，他要忙到天黑，他决不会知道的。”

说着，他就磨磨蹭蹭到炉火边，坐下来了。凯瑟琳皱着眉想了片刻——她觉得需要为即将来访的客人排除障碍。

“伊莎贝拉和埃德加·林惇说过今天下午要来的，”沉默了一下之后，她说，“既然下雨了，我也不用等他们了。不过他们也许会来的，要是他们真来了，那你可不保险又会无辜挨骂了。”

“叫艾伦去说你有事好了，凯蒂，”他坚持着，“别为了你那些可怜的愚蠢的朋友倒把我撵出去！有时候，我简直要抱怨他们——可是我不说吧——”

“他们什么？”凯瑟琳叫起来，怏怏不乐地瞅着他。“啊，耐莉！”她性急地嚷道，把她的头从我手里挣出来，“你把我的卷发都要梳直啦！够啦，别管我啦。你简直想要抱怨什么，希刺克厉夫？”

“没什么——就看看墙上的日历吧。”他指着靠窗挂着的一张配上框子的纸，接着说：“那些十字的就是你跟林惇他们一起消磨的傍晚，点子是跟我在一起度过的傍晚。你看见没有？我天天都打记号的。”

“是的，很傻气，好像我会注意似的！”凯瑟琳回答，怨声怨气的。“那又有什么意思呢？”

“表示我是注意了的。”希刺克厉夫说。

“我就应该总是陪你坐着吗？”她质问，更冒火了。“我得到什么好处啦？你说些什么呀？你到底跟我说过什么话——，或是作过什么事来引我开心，你简直是个哑巴，或是个婴儿呢！”

“你以前从来没告诉过我，嫌我说话太少，或是你不喜欢我作伴，凯蒂。”希刺克厉夫非常激动地叫起来。

“什么都不知道，什么话也不说的人根本谈不上作伴，”她咕噜着。

她的同伴站起来了，可他没有时间再进一步表白他的感觉了，因为石板路上传来马蹄声，而年轻的林惇，轻轻地敲了敲门之后便进来了，他的脸上由于他得到这意外的召唤而容光焕发。无疑的，凯瑟琳在这一个进来，另一个出去的当儿，看出来她这两个朋友气质的截然不同。犹如你刚看完一个荒凉的丘陵产煤地区，又换到一个美丽的肥沃山谷；而他的声音和彬彬有礼也和他的相貌同样的与之恰恰相反。他有一种悦耳的低声的说话口气，而且吐字也跟你一样。比起我们这儿讲话来，没有那么粗声粗气的，却更为柔和些。

“我没来得太早吧？”他问，看了我一眼。我已开始揩盘子，并且清理橱里顶那头的几个抽屉。

“不早，”凯瑟琳回答，“你在那儿干吗，耐莉？”

“干我的事，小姐，”我回答。（辛德雷先生曾吩咐过我，只要在林惇私自拜访时我就得作个第三者。）

她走到我背后，烦恼地低声说：“带着你的抹布走开，有客在家的时候，仆人不该在客人所在的房间里打扫！”

“现在主人出去了，正是个好机会，”我高声回答，“他讨厌我在他面前收拾这些东西。我相信埃德加先生一定会谅解我的。”

“可我讨厌你在我面前收拾，”小姐蛮横地嚷着，不容她的客人有机会说话——自从和希刺克厉夫小小争执之后，她还不能恢复她的平静。

“我很抱歉，凯瑟琳小姐。”这是我的回答，我还继续一心一意地作我的事。

她，以为埃德加看不见她，就从我手里把抹布夺过去，而且使劲狠狠地在我胳膊上拧了一下，拧得很久。我已经说过我不爱她，而且时时以伤害她的虚荣心为乐；何况她把我弄得非常痛，所以我本来蹲着的，马上跳起来，大叫：“啊，小姐，这是很下流的手段！你没有权利掐我，我可受不了。”

“我并没有碰你呀，你这说谎的东西！”她喊着，她的手指头直响，想要再来一次，她的耳朵因发怒而通红。她从来没有力量掩饰自己的激动，总是使她的脸变得通红。

“那么，这是什么？”我回嘴，指着我明摆着的紫斑作为见证来驳倒她。

她跺脚，犹豫了一阵，然后，无法抗拒她那种顽劣的情绪，便狠狠地打了我一个耳光，打得我的两眼都溢满泪水。

“凯瑟琳，亲爱的！凯瑟琳！”林惇插进来，看到他的偶像犯了欺骗与粗暴的双重错误大为震惊。

“离开这间屋子，艾伦！”她重复说，浑身发抖。

小哈里顿原是到处跟着我的，这时正挨近我坐在地板上，一看见我的眼泪，他自己也哭起来，而且哭着骂“坏凯蒂姑姑”，这把她的怒火又惹到他这不幸的孩子的头上来了。她抓住他的肩膀，摇得这可怜的孩子脸都变青了。埃德加连想也没想便抓住她的手好让她放掉他。刹那间，有一只手挣脱出来，这吓坏了的年轻人才发觉这只手已打到了他自己的耳朵上，看样子绝不可能被误会为是开玩笑。她惊慌失措地缩回了手。我把哈里顿抱起来，带着他走到厨房去，却把进出的门开着，因为我很好奇，想看看他们怎么解决他们的不愉快。这个被侮辱了的客人走到他放帽子的地方，面色苍白，嘴唇直颤。

“那才对！”我自言自语，“接受警告，滚吧！让你看一眼她真正的脾气，这才是好事哩。”

“你到哪儿去？”凯瑟琳走到门口追问着。

他偏过身子，打算走过去。

“你可不能走！”她执拗地叫嚷着。

“我非走不可，而且就要走！”他压低了声音回答。

“不行，”她坚持着，握紧门柄，“现在还不能走，埃德加·林惇。坐下来，你不能就这样离开我。我要整夜难过，而且我不愿意为你难过！”

“你打了我，我还能留下来么？”林惇问。

凯瑟琳不吭气了。

“你已经使得我怕你，为你害臊了，”他接着说，“我不会再到这儿来了！”

她的眼睛开始发亮，眼皮直眨。

“而且你有意撒谎！”他说。

“我没有！”她喊道，又开腔了，“我什么都不是故意的。好，走吧，随你的便——走开！现在我要哭啦——我要一直哭到半死不活！”

她跪在一张椅子跟前，开始认真痛切地哭起来。埃德加保持他的决心径直走到院子里；到了那儿，他又踌躇起来。我决定去鼓励他。

“小姐是非常任性的，先生，”我大声叫，“坏得像任何惯坏了的孩子一样。你最好还是骑马回家，不然她要闹得死去活来，不过是折磨我们大家罢了。”

这软骨头斜着眼向窗里望：他简直没有力量走开，正像一只猫无力离开一只半死的耗子或是一只吃了一半的鸟一样。啊！我想，可没法挽救他了，他已经注定了，而且朝着他的命运飞去了！真是这样，他猛然转身，急急忙忙又回到屋里，把他背后的门关上。过了一会当我进去告诉他们，恩萧已经大醉而归，准备把我们这所老宅都毁掉（这是在那样情况下他通常有的心情），这时我看见这场争吵反而促成一种更密切的亲昵——已经打破了年轻人的羞怯的堡垒，并且使他们抛弃了友谊的伪装而承认他们自己是情人了。

辛德雷先生到达的消息促使林惇迅速地上马，也把凯瑟琳赶回她的卧房。我去把小哈里顿藏起来，又把主人的猎枪里的子弹取出，这是他在疯狂的兴奋状态中喜欢玩的，任何人惹了他，或甚至太引他注意，就要冒性命危险。我想出了把子弹拿开的办法，这样如果他真闹到开枪的地步的话，也可以少闯点祸。