[分享]呼啸山庄全集（中英文）

亦汐

Chapter 8




On the morning of a fine June day, my first bonny little nursling, and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock, was born. We were busy with the hay in a far away field, when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts, came running an hour too soon, across the meadow and up the lane, calling me as she ran.

`Oh, such a grand bairn!' she panted out. `The finest lad that ever breathed! But the doctor says missis must go: he says she's been in a consumption these many months. I heard him tell Mr Hindley: and now she has nothing to keep her, and she'll be dead before winter. You must come home directly. You're to nurse it, Nelly: to feed it with sugar and milk, and take care of it day and night. I wish I were you, because it will be all yours when there is no missis!'

`But is she very ill?' I asked, flinging down my rake, and tying my bonnet.

`I guess she is; yet she looks bravely,' replied the girl, `and she talks as if she thought of living to see it grow a man. She's out of her head for joy, it's such a beauty! If I were her, I'm certain I should not die: I should get better at the bare sight of it, in spite of Kenneth. I was fairly mad at him. Dame Archer brought the cherub down to master, in the house, and his face just began to light up, then the old croaker steps forward, and says he: ``Earnshaw, it's a blessing your wife has been spared to leave you this son. When she came, I felt convinced we shouldn't keep her long; and now, I must tell you, the winter will probably finish her. Don't take on, and fret about it too much! it can't be helped. And besides, you should have known better than to choose such a rush of a lass!'

`And what did the master answer?' I inquired.

`I think he swore: but I didn't mind him, I was straining to see the bairn,' and she began again to describe it rapturously. I, as zealous as herself, hurried eagerly home to admire, on my part; though I was very sad for Hindley's sake. He had room in his heart only for two idols--his wife and himself: he doted on both, and adored one, and I couldn't conceive how he would bear the loss.

When we got to Wuthering Heights, there he stood at the front door; and, as I passed in, I asked, `How was the baby?'

`Nearly ready to run about, Nell!' he replied, putting on a cheerful smile.

`And the mistress?' I ventured to inquire; `the doctor says she's--'

`Damn the doctor!' he interrupted, reddening. `Frances is quite right; she'll be perfectly well by this time next week. Are you going upstairs? will you tell her that I'll come, if she'll promise not to talk. I left her because she would not hold her tongue; and she must--tell her Mr Kenneth says she must be quiet.'

I delivered this message to Mrs Earnshaw; she seemed in flighty spirits, and replied merrily:

`I hardly spoke a word, Ellen,and there he has gone out twice, crying. Well, say I promise I won't speak: but that does not bind me not to laugh at him!'

Poor soul! Till within a week of her death that gay heart never failed her, and her husband persisted doggedly, nay, furiously, in affirming her health improved every day. When Kenneth warned him that his medicines were useless at that stage of the malady, and he needn't put him to further expense by attending her, he retorted:

`I know you need not--she's well--she does not want any more attendance from you! She never was in a consumption. It was a fever; and it is gone: her pulse is as slow as mine now, and her cheek as cool.'

He told his wife the same story, and she seemed to believe him; but one night, while leaning on his shoulder, in the act of saying she thought she should be able to get up tomorrow, a fit of coughing took her--a very slight one--he raised her in his arms; she put her two hands about his neck, her face changed, and she was dead.

As the girl had anticipated, the child Hareton fell wholly into my hands. Mr Earnshaw, provided he saw him healthy and never heard him cry, was contented, as far as regarded him. For himself, he grew desperate: his sorrow was of that kind that will not lament. He neither wept nor prayed: he cursed and defied: execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation. The servants could not bear his tyrannical and evil conduct long: Joseph and I were the only two that would stay. I had not the heart to leave my charge; and besides, you know I had been his foster-sister, and excused his behaviour more readily than a stranger would. Joseph remained to hector over tenants and labourers; and because it was his vocation to be where he had plenty of wickedness to reprove.

The master's bad ways and bad companions formed a pretty example for Catherine and Heathcliff. His treatment of the latter was enough to make a fiend of a saint. And, truly, it appeared as if the lad were possessed of something diabolical at that period. He delighted to witness Hindley degrading himself past redemption; and became daily more notable for savage sullenness and ferocity. I could not half tell what an infernal house we had. The curate dropped calling, and nobody decent came near us, at last; unless Edgar Linton's visits to Miss Cathy might be an exception. At fifteen she was the queen of the countryside; she had no peer; and she did turn out a haughty, headstrong creature! I own I did not like her, after her infancy was past; and I vexed her frequently by trying to bring down her arrogance: she never took an aversion to me, though. She had a wondrous constancy to old attachments: even Heathcliff kept his hold on her affections unalterably; and young Linton, with all his superiority, found it difficult to make an equally deep impression. He was my late master: that is his portrait over the fireplace. It used to hang on one side, and his wife's on the other; but hers has been removed, or else you might see something of what she was. Can you make that out?

Mrs Dean raised the candle, and I discerned a soft-featured face, exceedingly resembling the young lady at the Heights, but more pensive and amiable in expression. It formed a sweet picture. The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful. I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual. I marvelled much how he, with a mind to correspond with his person, could fancy my idea of Catherine Earnshaw.

`A very agreeable portrait,' I observed to the housekeeper. `Is it like?'

`Yes,' she answered; `but he looked better when he was animated; that is his everyday countenance: he wanted spirit in general.'

Catherine had kept up her acquaintance with the Lintons since her five weeks' residence among them; and as she had no temptation to show her rough side in their company, and had the sense to be ashamed of being rude where she experienced such Invariable courtesy, she imposed unwittingly on the old lady and gentleman, by her ingenious cordiality; gained the admiration of Isabella, and the heart and soul of her brother: acquisitions that flattered her from the first, for she was full of ambition, and led her to adopt a double character without exactly intending to deceive anyone. In the place where she heard Heathcliff termed a vulgar young ruffian', and `worse than a brute', she took care not to act like him; but at home she had small inclination to practise politeness that would only be laughed at, and restrain an unruly nature when it would bring her neither credit nor praise. Mr Edgar seldom mustered courage to visit Wuthering Heights openly. He had a terror of Earnshaw's reputation, and shrunk from encountering him; and yet he was always received with our best attempts at civility: the master himself avoided offending him, knowing why he came; and if he could not be gracious, kept out of the way. I rather think his appearance there was distasteful to Catherine: she was not artful, never played the coquette, and had evidently an objection to her two friends meeting at all; for when Heathcliff expressed contempt of Linton in his presence, she could not half coincide, as she did in his absence; and when Linton evinced disgust and antipathy to Heathcliff, she dared not treat his sentiments with indifference, as if depreciation of her playmate were of scarcely any consequence to her. I've had many a laugh at her perplexities and untold troubles, which she vainly strove to hide from my mockery. That sounds ill-natured: but she was so proud, it became really impossible to pity her distresses, till she should be chastened into more humility. She did bring herself, finally, to confess, and confide in me: there was not a soul else that she might fashion into an adviser.

Mr Hindley had gone from home one afternoon, and Heathcliff presumed to give himself a holiday on the strength of it. He had reached the age of sixteen then, I think, and without having bad features, or being deficient in intellect, he contrived to convey an impression of inward and outward repulsiveness that his present aspect retains no traces of. In the first place, he had by that time lost the benefit of his early education: continual hard work, begun soon and concluded late, had extinguished any curiosity he once possessed in pursuit of knowledge, and any love for books or learning. His childhood's sense of superiority, instilled into him by the favours of old Mr Earnshaw, was faded away. He struggled long to keep up an equality with Catherine in her studies, and yielded with poignant though silent regret: but he yielded completely; and there was no prevailing on him to take a step in the way of moving upward, when he found he must, necessarily, sink beneath his former level. Then personal appearance sympathized with mental deterioration: he acquired a slouching gait, and ignoble look; his naturally reserved disposition was exaggerated into an almost idiotic excess of unsociable moroseness; and he took a grim pleasure, apparently, in exciting the aversion rather than the esteem of his few acquaintance.

Catherine and he were constant companions still at his seasons of respite from labour; but he had ceased to express his fondness for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses, as if conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him. On the before-named occasion he came into the house to announce his intention of doing nothing, while I was assisting Miss Cathy to arrange her dress: she had not reckoned on his taking it into his head to be idle; and imagining she would have the whole place to herself, she managed, by some means, to inform Mr Edgar of her brother's absence, and was then preparing to receive him.

`Cathy, are you busy, this afternoon?' asked Heathcliff. `Are you going anywhere?'

`No, it is raining,' she answered.

`Why have you that silk frock on, then?' he said. `Nobody coming here, I hope?'

`Not that I know of,' stammered Miss: `but you should be in the field now, Heathcliff. It is an hour past dinner time: I thought you were gone.'

`Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence,' observed the boy. `I'll not work any more today: I'll stay with you.'

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`Oh, but Joseph will tell,' she suggested; `you'd better go!'

`Joseph is loading lime on the farther side of Pennistow Crag; it will take him till dark, and he'll never know.'

So saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down. Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted brows--she found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. `Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon,' she said, at the conclusion of a minute's silence. `As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may come, and if they do, you run the risk of being scolded for no good.'

`Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy,' he persisted; `don't turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! I'm on the point, sometimes, of complaining that they--but I'll not---'

`That they what?' cried Catherine, gazing at him with a troubled countenance. `Oh, Nelly!' she added petulantly, jerking her head away from my hands, `you've combed my hair quite out of curl! That's enough; let me alone. What are you on the point of complaining about, Heathcliff?'

`Nothing--only look at the almanac on that wall;' he pointed to a framed sheet hanging near the window, and continued--`The crosses are for the evenings you have spent with the Lintons, the dots for those spent with me. Do you see? I've marked every day.'

`Yes--very foolish: as if I took notice!' replied Catherine in a peevish tone. `And where is the sense of that?'

`To show that I do take notice,' said Heathcliff.

`And should I always be sitting with you?' she demanded, growing more irritated. `What good do I get? What do you talk about? You might be dumb, or a baby, for anything you say to amuse me, or for anything you do, either!'

`You never told me before that I talked too little, or that you disliked my company, Cathy!' exclaimed Heathcliff, in much agitation.

`It's no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,' she muttered.

Her companion rose up, but he hadn't time to express his feelings further, for a horse's feet were heard on the flags, and having knocked gently, young Linton entered, his face brilliant with delight at the unexpected summons he had received. Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends, as one came in and the other went out. The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak, hilly, coal country for a beautiful fertile valley; and his voice and greeting were as opposite as his aspect.

He had a sweet, low manner of speaking, and pronounced his words as you do: that's less gruff than we talk here, and softer.

`I'm not come too soon, am I?' he said, casting a look at me: I had begun to wipe the plate, and tidy some drawers at the far end in the dresser.

`No,' answered Catherine. `What are you doing there, Nelly?'

`My work, miss,' I replied. (Mr Hindley had given me directions to make a third parry in any private visits Linton chose to pay.)

She stepped behind me and whispered crossly, `Take yourself and your dusters off; when company are in the house, servants don't commence scouring and cleaning in the room where they are!'

`It's a good opportunity, now that the master is away,' I answered aloud: `he hates me to be fidgeting over these things in his presence. I'm sure Mr Edgar will excuse me.'

`I hate you to be fidgeting in my presence,' exclaimed the young lady imperiously, not allowing her guest time to speak: she had failed to recover her equanimity since the little dispute with Heathcliff.

`I'm sorry for it, Miss Catherine,' was my response; and I proceeded assiduously with my occupation.

She, supposing Edgar could not see her, snatched the cloth from my hand, and pinched me, with a prolonged wrench, very spitefully on the arm. I've said I did not love her, and rather relished mortifying her vanity now and then: besides, she hurt me extremely; so I started up from my knees, and screamed out, `Oh, miss, that's a nasty trick! You have no right to nip me, and I'm not going to bear it.'

`I didn't touch you, you lying creature!' cried she, her fingers tingling to repeat the act, and her ears red with rage. She never had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole complexion in a blaze.

`What's that, then?' I retorted, showing a decided purple witness to refute her.

She stamped her foot, wavered a moment, and then irresistibly impelled by the naughty spirit within her, slapped me on the cheek a stinging blow that filled both eyes with water.

`Catherine, love! Catherine!' interposed Linton, greatly shocked at the double fault of falsehood and violence which his idol had committed.

`Leave the room, Ellen!' she repeated, trembling all over.

Little Hareton, who followed me everywhere, and was sitting near me on the floor, at seeing my tears commenced crying himself, and sobbed out complaints against `wicked aunt Cathy', which drew her fury on to his unlucky head: she seized his shoulders, and shook him till the poor child waxed livid, and Edgar thoughtlessly laid hold of her hands to deliver him. In an instant one was wrung free, and the astonished young man felt it applied over his own ear in a way that could not be mistaken for jest. He drew back in consternation. I lifted Hareton in my arms, and walked off to the kitchen with him, leaving the door of communication open, for I was curious to watch how they would settle their disagreement. The insulted visitor moved to the spot where he had laid his hat, pale and with a quivering lip.

`That's right!' I said to myself. `Take warning and begone! It's a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her genuine disposition.'

`Where are you going?' demanded Catherine, advancing to the door.

He swerved aside, and attempted to pass.

`You must not go!' she exclaimed energetically.

`I must and shall!' he replied in a subdued voice.

`No,' she persisted, grasping the handle; `not yet, Edgar Linton: sit down; you shall not leave me in that temper. I should be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!'

`Can I stay after you have struck me?' asked Linton. Catherine was mute.

`You've made me afraid and ashamed of you,' he continued; `I'll not come here again!'

Her eyes began to glisten, and her lids to twinkle. `And you told a deliberate untruth!' he said.

`I didn't!' she cried, recovering her speech; `I did nothing deliberately. Well, go, if you please--get away! And now I'll cry--I'll cry myself sick!'

She dropped down on her knees by a chair, and set to weeping in serious earnest. Edgar persevered in his resolution as far as the court; there he lingered. I resolved to encourage him.

`Miss is dreadfully wayward, sir,' I called out. `As bad as any marred child: you'd better be riding home, or else she will be sick only to grieve us.'

The soft thing looked askance through the window: he possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten. Ah, I thought, there will be no saving him: he's doomed, and flies to his fate! And so it was: he turned abruptly, hastened into the house again, shut the door behind him; and when I went in a while after to inform them that Earnshaw had come home rabid drunk, ready to pull the whole place about our ears (his ordinary frame of mind in that condition), I saw the quarrel had merely effected a closer intimacy had broken the outworks of youthful timidity, and enabled them to forsake the disguise of friendship, and confess themselves lovers.

Intelligence of Mr Hindley's arrival drove Linton speedily to his horse, and Catherine to her chamber. I went to hide little Hareton, and to take the shot out of the master's fowling-piece, which he was fond of playing with in his insane excitement, to the hazard of the lives of any who provoked, or even attracted his notice too much; and I had hit upon the plan of removing it, that he might do less mischief if he did go the length of firing the gun.

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第九章




他进来了，叫喊着不堪入耳的咒骂的话，刚好看见我正把他的儿子往厨房碗橱里藏。哈里顿对于碰上他那野兽般的喜爱或疯人般的狂怒，都有一种恐怖之感，这是因为在前一种情况下他有被挤死或吻死的机会，而在另一种情况下他又有被丢在火里或撞在墙上的机会。他的惊恐倒使我可以随意地把他放在任何地方，这可怜的东西总是不声不响。

“哪，我到底发现啦！”辛德雷大叫，抓着我脖子上的皮，像拖只狗似地往后拖。“天地良心，你们一定发了誓要谋害那个孩子！现在我知道他怎么总不在我的跟前了。可是，魔鬼帮助我，我要让你吞下这把切肉刀，耐莉！你不用笑，因为我刚刚把肯尼兹头朝下闷到黑马沼地里，两个一个都一样——我要杀掉你们几个，我不杀就不安心！”

“可我不喜欢切肉刀，辛德雷先生，”我回答，“这刀刚切过熏青鱼。要是你愿意的话，我情愿被枪杀。”

“你还是遭天杀吧，”他说，“而且你将来也非遭不可。在英格兰没有一条法律能禁止一个人把他的家弄得像样，可我的家却乱七八糟！——张开你的嘴！”

他握住刀子，把刀尖向我的牙齿缝里戳。而我可从来不太怕他的奇想。我唾一下，肯定说味道很讨厌——我无论如何不要吞下去。

“啊！”他放开了我，说道，“我看出那个可恶的小流氓不是哈里顿——我请你原谅，耐儿——要是他的话，他就应该活剥皮，因为他不跑来欢迎我，而且还尖声大叫，倒好像我是个妖怪。不孝的崽子，过来！你欺骗一个好心肠的、上当的父亲，我要教训教训你。现在，你不觉得这孩子头发剪短点还可以漂亮些吗？狗的毛剪短可以显得凶些，我爱凶的东西——给我一把剪刀——凶而整洁的东西！而且，那是地狱里才有的风气——珍爱我们的耳朵是魔鬼式的狂妄，——我们没有耳朵，也够像驴子的啦。嘘，孩子，嘘！好啦，我的乖宝贝！别哭啦，揩干你的眼睛——这才是个宝贝啦。亲亲我。什么！他不肯？亲亲我，哈里顿！该死的，亲亲我！上帝呀，好像我愿意养这么个怪物似的！我非把这臭孩子的脖子摔断不可。”

可怜的哈里顿在他父亲怀里拚命又喊又踢，当他把哈里顿抱上楼，而且把他举到栏杆外面的时候，他更加倍地喊叫。我一边嚷着他会把孩子吓疯的，一边跑去救他。我刚走到他们那儿，辛德雷在栏杆上探身向前倾听楼下有个声音，几乎忘记他手里有什么了。“是谁？”他听到有人走近楼梯跟前，便问道。我也探身向前，为的是想作手势给希刺克厉夫，我已经听出他的脚步声了，叫他不要再走过来。就在我的眼睛刚刚离开哈里顿这一瞬间，他猛然一窜，便从那不当心的怀抱中挣脱出来，掉下去了。

我们只顾看这个小东西是否安全，简直没有时间来体验那尖锐的恐怖感觉了。希刺克厉夫正在紧要关头走到了楼下，他下意识地把他接住了，并且扶他站好，抬头看是谁惹下的祸。即使是一个守财奴为了五分钱舍弃一张幸运的彩票，而第二天发现他在这交易上损失了五千镑，也不能表现出当希刺克厉夫看见楼上的人是恩萧先生时那副茫然若失的神气。那副神气比言语还更能明白地表达出那种极其深沉的苦痛，因为他竟成了阻挠他自己报仇的工具。若是天黑，我敢说，他会在楼梯上打碎哈里顿的头颅来补救这错误，但是我们亲眼看见孩子得救了，我立刻下楼把我的宝贝孩子抱过来，紧贴在心上。辛德雷从容不迫地下来，酒醒了，也觉得羞愧了。

“这是你的错，艾伦，”他说，“你该把他藏起来不让我看见。你该把他从我手里抢过去。他跌伤了什么地方没有？”

“跌伤！”我生气地喊着，“他要是没死，也会变成个白痴！啊！我奇怪他母亲怎么不从她的坟里站起来瞧瞧你怎样对待他。你比一个异教徒还坏——这样对待你的亲骨肉！”

他想要摸摸孩子。这孩子一发觉他是跟着我，就马上发泄出他的恐怖，放声哭出来。但是他父亲的手指头刚碰到他，他就又尖叫起来，叫得比刚才更高，而且挣扎着像要惊风似的。

“你不要管他啦！”我接着说。“他恨你——他们都恨你——这是实话！你有一个快乐的家庭，却给你弄到这样一个糟糕的地步！”

“我还要弄得更糟哩，耐莉，”这陷入迷途的人大笑，恢复了他的顽强，“现在，你把他抱走吧。而且，你听着，希刺克厉夫！你也走开，越远越好。我今晚不会杀你，除非，也许，我放火烧房子：那只是我这么想想而已。”

说着，他从橱里拿出一小瓶白兰地，倒一些在杯子里。

“不，别！”我请求，“辛德雷先生，请接受我的警告吧。

如果你不爱惜你自己，就可怜可怜这不幸的孩子吧！”

“任何人都会比我待他更好些，”他回答。

“可怜可怜你自己的灵魂吧！”我说，竭力想从他手里夺过杯子。

“我可不。相反，我宁愿叫它沉沦来惩罚它的造物主，”这亵渎神明的人喊叫着，“为灵魂的甘心永堕地狱而干杯！”

他喝掉了酒，不耐烦地叫我们走开。用一连串的可怕的，不堪重述也不能记住的咒骂，来结束他的命令。

“可惜他不能醉死，”希刺克厉夫说。在门关上时，也回报了一阵咒骂，“他是在拚命，可是他的体质顶得住，肯尼兹先生说拿自己的马打赌，在吉默吞这一带，他要比任何人都活得长，而且将像个白发罪人似的走向坟墓，除非他碰巧遇上什么越出常情的机会。”

我走进厨房，坐下来哄我的小羔羊入睡。我以为希刺克厉夫走到谷仓去了。后来才知道他只走到高背长靠椅的那边，倒在墙边的一条凳子上，离火挺远，而且一直不吭声。

我正把哈里顿放在膝上摇着，而且哼着一支曲子，那曲子是这样开始的——

“夜深了，孩子睡着了。

坟堆里的母亲听见了——”

这时凯蒂小姐，已经在她屋里听见了这场骚扰，伸进头来，小声说：

“你一个人吗，耐莉？”

“是啊，小姐，”我回答。

她走进来，走近壁炉。我猜想她要说什么话，就抬头望着。她脸上的表情看来又烦又忧虑不安。她的嘴半张着，好像有话要说。她吸了一口气，但是这口气化为一声叹息而不是一句话。我继续哼我的歌，还没有忘记她刚才的态度。

“希刺克厉夫呢？”她打断了我的歌声，问我。

“在马厩里干他的活哩，”这是我的回答。

他也没有纠正我，也许他在瞌睡。接着又是一阵长长的停顿。这时我看见有一两滴水从凯瑟琳的脸上滴落到石板地上。她是不是为了她那可羞的行为而难过呢？我自忖着，那倒要成件新鲜事哩。可是她也许愿意这样——反正我不去帮助她！不，她对于任何事情都不大操心，除非是跟她自己有关的事。

“啊，天呀！”她终于喊出来，“我非常不快乐！”

“可惜，”我说，“要你高兴真不容易，这么多朋友和这么少牵挂，还不能使你自己知足！”

“耐莉，你肯为我保密吗？”她纠缠着，跪在我旁边，抬起她那迷人的眼睛望着我的脸，那种神气足以赶掉人的怒气，甚至在一个人极有理由发怒的时候也可以。

“值得保守吗？”我问，不太别扭了。

“是的，而且它使我很烦，我非说出来不可！我要想知道我该怎么办。今天，埃德加·林惇要求我嫁给他，我也已经给他回答了。现在，在我告诉你这回答是接受还是拒绝之前，你告诉我应该是什么。”

“真是的，凯瑟琳小姐，我怎么知道呢？”我回答。“当然，想想今天下午你当着他的面出了那么大的丑，我可以说拒绝他是聪明的。既然他在那件事之后请求你，他一定要么是个没希望的笨蛋，要么就是一个好冒险的傻瓜。”

“要是你这么说，我就不再告诉你更多的了，”她抱怨地回答，站起来了。“我接受了，耐莉。快点，说我是不是错了！”

“你接受了？那么讨论这件事又有什么好处呢？你已经说定，就不能收回啦。”

“可是，说说我该不该这样作——说吧！”她用激怒的声调叫着，绞着她的双手，皱着眉。

“在正确地回答那个问题之前，有许多事要考虑的，”我说教似地讲着。“首先，最重要的是你爱不爱埃德加先生？”

“谁能不爱呢？当然我爱。”她回答。

然后我就跟她一问一答：对于一个二十二岁的姑娘说来，这些问话倒不能算是没有见识。

“你为什么爱他，凯蒂小姐？”

“问得无聊，我爱——那就够了。”

“不行，你一定要说为什么。”

“好吧，因为他漂亮，而且在一起很愉快。”

“糟，”这是我的评语。

“而且因为他又年轻又活泼。”

“还是糟。”

“而且因为他爱我。”

“那一点无关紧要。”

“而且他将要有钱，我愿意做附近最了不起的女人，而我有这么一个丈夫就会觉得骄傲。”

“太糟了！现在，说说你怎么爱他吧？”

“跟每一个人恋爱一样。你真糊涂，耐莉。”

“一点也不，回答吧。”

“我爱他脚下的地，他头上的天，他所碰过的每一样东西，以及他说出的每一个字。我爱他所有的表情和所有的动作，还有整个的完完全全的他。好了吧！”

“为什么呢？”

“不，你是在开玩笑，这可太恶毒了！对我可不是开玩笑的事！”小姐说，并且皱起眉，掉过脸向着炉火。

“我绝不是开玩笑，凯瑟琳小姐！”我回答。“你爱埃德加先生是因为他漂亮、年轻、活泼、有钱，而且爱你。最后这一点，不管怎么样，没什么作用，没有这一条，你也许还是爱他；而有了这条，你倒不一定，除非他具备四个优点。”

“是啊，当然，如果他生得丑，而且是个粗人，也许我只能可怜他——恨他。”

“可是世界上还有好多漂亮的、富裕的年轻人呀——可能比他还漂亮，还有钱。你怎么不去爱他们呢？”

“如果有的话，他们也不在我的道路上！我还没有看见过像埃德加这样的人。”

“你还可以看见一些，而且他不会总是漂亮、年轻，也不会总是有钱的。”

“他现在是，而我只要顾眼前，我希望你说点合乎情理的话。”

“好啦，那就解决了，如果你只顾眼前，就嫁林惇先生好啦。”

“这件事我并不要得到你的允许——我要嫁他。可是你还没有告诉我，我到底对不对。”

“如果人们结婚只顾眼前是对的话，那就完全正确。现在让我们听听你为什么不高兴。你的哥哥会高兴的，那位老太太和老先生也不会反对。我想，你将从一个乱糟糟的、不舒服的家庭逃脱，走进一个富裕的体面人家。而且你爱埃德加，埃德加也爱你。一切看来是顺心如意——障碍又在哪儿呢？”

“在这里，在这里！”凯瑟琳回答，一只手捶她的前额，一只手捶胸：“在凡是灵魂存在的地方——在我的灵魂里，而且在我的心里，我感到我是错了！”

“那是非常奇怪的！我可不懂。”

“那是我的秘密。可要是你不嘲笑我，我就要解释一下了。

我不能说得很清楚——可是我要让你感觉到我是怎样感觉的。”

她又在我旁边坐下来，她的神气变得更忧伤、更严肃，她紧攥着的手在颤抖。

“耐莉，你从来没有做过稀奇古怪的梦吗？”她想了几分钟后，忽然说。

“有时候做。”我回答。

“我也是的。我这辈子做过的梦有些会在梦过以后永远留下来跟我在一起，而且还会改变我的心意。这些梦在我心里穿过来穿过去，好像酒流在水里一样，改变了我心上的颜色。这是一个——我要讲了——可是你可别对随便什么话都笑。”

“啊，别说啦，凯瑟琳小姐！”我叫着，“用不着招神现鬼来缠我们，我们已够惨的啦。来，来，高兴起来，像你本来的样子！看看小哈里顿——他梦中想不到什么伤心事。他在睡眠中笑得多甜啊！”

“是的，他父亲在寂寞无聊时也诅咒得多甜！我敢说，你还记得他和那个小胖东西一样的时候——差不多一样的小而天真。可是，耐莉，我要请你听着——并不长；而我今天晚上也高兴不起来。”

“我不要听，我不要听！”我赶紧反复说着。

那时候我很迷信梦，现在也还是。凯瑟琳脸上又有一种异常的愁容，这使我害怕她的梦会使我感到什么预兆，使我预见一件可怕的灾祸。她很困恼，可是她没有接着讲下去。停一会她又开始说了，显然是另拣一个题目。

亦汐

“如果我在天堂，耐莉，我一定会非常凄惨。”

“因为你不配到那儿去，”我回答，“所有的罪人在天堂里都会凄惨的。”

“可不是为了那个。我有一次梦见我在那儿了。”

“我告诉你我不要听你的梦，凯瑟琳小姐！我要上床睡觉啦。”我又打断了她。她笑了，按着我坐下来，因为我要离开椅子走了。

“这并没有什么呀，”她叫着，“我只是要说天堂并不是像我的家。我就哭得很伤心，要回到尘世上来。而天使们大为愤怒，就把我扔到呼啸山庄的草原中间了。我就在那儿醒过来，高兴得直哭。这就可以解释我的秘密了，别的也是一样。讲到嫁给埃德加·林惇，我并不比到天堂去更热心些。如果那边那个恶毒的人不把希刺克厉夫贬得这么低，我还不会想到这个。现在，嫁给希刺克厉夫就会降低我的身份，所以他永远也不会知道我多么爱他；那并不是因为他漂亮，耐莉，而是因为他比我更像我自己。不论我们的灵魂是什么做成的，他的和我的是一模一样的；而林惇的灵魂就如月光和闪电，或者霜和火，完全不同。”

这段话还没有讲完，我发觉希刺克厉夫就在这儿。我注意到一个轻微的动作，我回过头，看见他从凳子上站起来，不声不响地悄悄出去了。他一直听到凯瑟琳说嫁给他就会降低她的身份，就没再听下去。我的同伴，坐在地上，正被高背长靠椅的椅背挡住，看不见他在这儿，也没看见他离开。可是我吃了一惊，叫她别出声。

“干吗？”她问，神经过敏地向四周望着。

“约瑟夫来了，”我回答，碰巧听见他的车轮在路上隆隆的声音，“希刺克厉夫会跟他进来的。我不能担保他这会儿在不在门口哩。”

“啊，他不可能在门口偷听我的！”她说。“把哈里顿交给我，你去准备晚饭，弄好了叫我去跟你一块吃吧。我愿意欺骗我这不好受的良心，而且也深信希刺克厉夫没想到这些事。

他没有，是吧？他不知道什么叫做爱吧？”

“我看不出有什么理由说他不能跟你一样地了解。”我回答，“如果你是他所选定的人，他就要成为天下最不幸的人了。你一旦变成林惇夫人，他就失去了朋友、爱情以及一切！你考虑过没有？你将怎样忍受这场分离，而他又将怎么忍受完全被人遗弃在世上，因为，凯瑟琳小姐——”

“他完全被人遗弃！我们分开！”她喊，带着愤怒的语气。

“请问，谁把我们分开？他们要遭到米罗①的命运！只要我还活着，艾伦——谁也不敢这么办。世上每一个林惇都可以化为乌有，我绝不能够答应放弃希刺克厉夫。啊，那可不是我打算的——那不是我的意思！要付这么一个代价，我可不作林惇夫人！将来他这一辈子，对于我，就和他现在对于我一样地珍贵。埃德加一定得消除对希刺克厉夫的反感，而且，至少要容忍他。当他知道了我对他的真实感情，他就会的。耐莉，现在我懂了，你以为我是个自私的贱人。可是，你难道从来没想到，如果希刺克厉夫和我结婚了，我们就得作乞丐吗？而如果我嫁给林惇，我就能帮助希刺克厉夫高升，并且把他安置在我哥哥无权过问的地位。”

①米罗——Milo，纪元前５７年曾为罗马护民官。原为宠贝的手下人，原组织斗士与克劳狄斯暗斗达五年之久。纪元前５５年做了罗马执政官。纪元前５２年谋杀了克劳狄斯，后被控告并放逐。纪元前４８年又组织叛乱，在科萨被捕并被处死。

“用你丈夫的钱吗，凯瑟琳小姐？”我问，“你要发觉他可不是你估计的这么顺从。而且，虽然我不便下断言，我却认为那是你要作小林惇的妻子的最坏的动机。”

“不是，”她反驳，“那是最好的！其他的动机都是为了满足我的狂想；而且也是为了埃德加的缘故——因为在他的身上，我能感到，既包含着我对埃德加的还包含着他对我自己的那种感情。我不能说清楚，可是你和别人当然都了解，除了你之外，还有，或是应该有，另一个你的存在。如果我是完完全全都在这儿，那么创造我又有什么用处呢？在这个世界上，我的最大的悲痛就是希刺克厉夫的悲痛，而且我从一开始就注意并且互相感受到了。在我的生活中，他是我最强的思念。如果别的一切都毁灭了，而他还留下来，我就能继续活下去；如果别的一切都留下来，而他却给消灭了，这个世界对于我就将成为一个极陌生的地方。我不会像是它的一部分。我对林惇的爱像是树林中的叶子：我完全晓得，在冬天变化树木的时候，时光便会变化叶子。我对希刺克厉夫的爱恰似下面的恒久不变的岩石：虽然看起来它给你的愉快并不多，可是这点愉快却是必需的。耐莉，我就是希刺克厉夫！他永远永远地在我心里。他并不是作为一种乐趣，并不见得比我对我自己还更有趣些，却是作为我自己本身而存在。所以别再谈我们的分离了——那是作不到的；而且——”

她停住了，把脸藏到我的裙褶子里；可是我用力把她推开。对她的荒唐，我再也没有耐心了！

“如果我能够从你的胡扯中找出一点意义来，小姐，”我说，“那只是使我相信你完全忽略了你在婚姻中所要承担的责任；不然，你就是一个恶毒的、没有品德的姑娘。可不要再讲什么秘密的话来烦我。我不能答应保守这些秘密。”

“这点秘密你肯保守吧？”她焦急地问。

“不，我不答应，”我重复说。

她正要坚持，约瑟夫进来了，我们的谈话就此结束。凯瑟琳把她的椅子搬到角落里，照管着哈里顿，我就做饭。饭做好后，我的伙伴就跟我开始争执谁该给辛德雷送饭菜去，我们没能解决，直到饭菜都快冷了。然后我们达成协议说，我们就等他来要吧，如果他想吃的话。因为当他暂时单独一个人的时候，我们都特别怕走到他面前。

“到这时候了，那个没出息的东西怎么还不从地里回来？他干嘛去啦？又闲荡去啦？”这老头子问着，四下里望着，想找希刺克厉夫。

“我去喊他，”我回答。“他在谷仓里，我想没问题。”

我去喊了，可是没有答应。回来时，我低声对凯瑟琳说，我料到他已经听到她所说的大部分话，并且告诉她正当她抱怨她哥哥对他的行为的时候，我是怎样看见他离开厨房的。她吃惊地跳起来——把哈里顿扔到高背椅子上，就自己跑出去找她的朋友了，也没有好好想想她为什么这么激动，或是她的谈话会怎样影响他。她去了很久，因此约瑟夫建议我们不必再等了。他多心地猜测他们在外面逗留为的是避免听他那拖得很长的祷告。他们是“坏得只会作坏事了，”他断定说。而且，为了他们的行为，那天晚上他在饭前通常作一刻钟的祈祷外，又加上一个特别祈祷，本来还要在祈祷之后再来一段，要不是他的小女主人这时冲进来，匆忙地命令他必须跑到马路上去，不管希刺克厉夫游荡到哪儿，也得找到他，要他马上再进来！

“我要跟他说话，在我上楼以前，我非跟他说话不可，”她说。“大门是开着的，他跑到一个听不见喊叫的地方去啦。因为我在农场的最高处尽量使劲大声喊叫，他也不答理。”

约瑟夫起初不肯，但是她太着急了，不容他反对。终于他把帽子往头上一戴，嘟哝着走出去了。

这时，凯瑟琳在地板上来回走着，嚷着，“我奇怪他在哪儿——我奇怪他能跑到哪儿去了！我说了什么啦，耐莉？我都忘啦，他是怪我今天下午发脾气吗？亲爱的，告诉我，我说了什么使他难过的话啦？我真想他来。真想他会来呀！”

“无缘无故嚷嚷什么！”我喊，虽然我自己也有点不定心。

“这一丁点儿小事就把你吓着啦！当然是没有值得大惊小怪的大事，希刺克厉夫没准在旷野上来一个月下散步，或者就躺在稻草的厩楼里，别扭得不想跟我们说话。我敢说他是躲在那儿呢。瞧，我要不把他搜出来才怪！”

我去重新找一遍，结果是失望，而约瑟夫找的结果也是一样。

“这孩子越来越糟！”他一进来就说。“他把大门敞开了，小姐的小马都踏倒了两排小麦，还直冲到草地里去了！反正，主人明天早上一定要闹一场，闹个好看。他对这样不小心的，可怕的家伙可没有什么耐心——他可没有那份耐心！可他不能老是这样——你瞧着吧，你们大家！你们不应该让他无缘无故地发一阵疯！”

“你找到希刺克厉夫没有？你这个蠢驴，”凯瑟琳打断他。

“你有没有照我吩咐的找他？”

“我倒情愿去找马，”他回答。“那还有意义些。可是在这样的夜晚，人马都没法找——黑得像烟囱似的！而且希刺克厉夫也不是听我一叫就来的人——没准你叫他还听得入耳些呢！”

正当夏天，那倒真是一个非常黑的晚上。阴云密布，很像要有雷雨，我说我们最好还是坐下来吧：即将到来的大雨一定会把他带回家的，用不着再费事。但是没法把凯瑟琳劝得平静下来。她一直从大门到屋门来回徘徊，激动得一刻也不肯休息，终于在靠近路上一面墙边站住不动。在那儿，不顾我的忠告，不顾那隆隆的雷声和开始在她四周哗啦哗啦落下的大雨点，她就待在那儿，时不时喊叫一下，又听听，跟着放声大哭。这一场放声嚎啕大哭是哈里顿，或任何孩子都比不过的。

大约午夜时分，我们都还坐着的当儿，暴风雨来势汹汹地在山庄顶上隆隆作响。起了一阵狂风，打了一阵劈雷，不知是风还是雷把屋角的一棵树劈倒了。一根粗大的树干掉下来压到房顶上，把东边烟囱也打下来一块，给厨房的炉火里送来一大堆石头和煤灰。我们还以为闪电落在我们中间了呢，约瑟夫跪下来，祈求主不要忘记诺亚和罗得①。而且，更像从前一样，虽然他要打击不敬神的人，却要赦免无辜的人。我也有点感到这一定也是对我们的裁判。在我的心里，约拿②就是恩萧先生。我就摇摇他小屋的门柄，想弄明白他是不是还活着。他回答得有气无力，使我的同伴比刚才喊得更热闹，好像要把像他自己这样的圣人和像他主人这样的罪人划清界限似的。但是二十分钟后这场骚扰过去了，留下我们全都安全无恙。只是凯蒂，由于她固执地拒绝避雨而淋得浑身湿透，不戴帽子，不披肩巾地站在那儿，任凭她的头发和衣服渗透了雨水。她进来了，躺在高背椅上，浑身水淋淋的，把脸对着椅背，手放在脸前。

①诺亚——Noah，见《圣经》旧约创世记第六、七、八、九章。上帝忿怒降洪水于世，诺亚受神示，造方舟将其家和各种家禽置于舟中，得免灾祸。

罗得——Lot，为亚伯拉罕之侄，见《圣经》旧约创世记第十九章。在今死海边曾有一城名索顿Sodom，（《圣经》上名所多玛），圣经中谓该城居民罪恶深重，故天降大火焚之，罗得于该城灭亡时幸免于难。

②约拿——Jonah，见《圣经》旧约约拿书第一章。约拿因违抗上帝，乘船逃遁，上帝施以巨风，遂致吹入海中，为巨鱼所吞，而困于鱼腹中三昼夜。

“好啦，小姐！”我叫着，抚着她的肩。“你不是下决心找死吧，是吗？你知道这是几点钟啦？十二点半啦。来吧！睡觉去。用不着再等那个傻孩子啦，他一定去吉默吞了，而且现在他一定住在那儿了。他猜想这么晚我们不会醒着等他，至少他猜到只有辛德雷先生会起来，他是宁可避免让主人给他开门的。”

“不，不，他不会在吉默吞，”约瑟夫说。“我看他一定是掉在泥塘底下去啦。这场天降之祸不是无所谓的。我希望你们瞧瞧，小姐——下一回该是你了。为了一切感谢上帝！一切配合起来都是为了他们好，仿佛从垃圾堆里挑选出来的！你们知道《圣经》上说什么——”

他开始引了好几段经文，给我们指明章节，叫我们去查。

我求这执拗的姑娘站起来换掉她的湿衣服，却是白费劲，只好走开，任她祈祷，任她发抖，我自己就带着哈里顿睡觉去了。小哈里顿睡得这么香，好像是他四周的每一个人都睡着了似的。以后我还听见约瑟夫读了一会经。然后，我还听得出他上梯子时慢腾腾的脚步，后来我就睡着了。

我比平时下楼迟些，靠着百叶窗缝中透进来的阳光，看见凯瑟琳小姐还坐在壁炉房。大厅的门也还是半开，从那没有关上的窗户那儿进来了光亮。辛德雷已经出来了，站在厨房炉边，憔悴而懒塌塌的。

“什么事让你难过呀，凯蒂？”我进来时他正在说。“看你像个淹死的小狗那样惨凄凄的。孩子，你怎么这么混，这么苍白？”

“我淋湿了，”她勉强回答，“而且我冷，就这么回事。”

“啊，她太不乖啦！”我大声说，看出来主人还相当清醒，

“她昨天晚上在大雨里泡，而且她又坐了个通宵，我也没法劝得她动一动。”

恩萧先生惊奇地瞅瞅我们。“通宵，”他重复着，“什么事使她不睡？当然，不会是怕雷吧？几个钟头以前就不打雷了。”

我们都不愿意提希刺克厉夫失踪的事，我们能瞒多久就瞒多久，所以我回答，我不知道她怎么想起来坐着不睡，她也没说什么。早上的空气是新鲜凉快的，我把窗户拉开，屋里立刻充满了从花园里来的甜甜的香气。可是凯瑟琳暴躁地叫唤我，“艾伦，关上窗户。我都要冻死了！”她向那几乎灭了的灰烬那边移近些，缩成一团，牙齿直打颤。

“她病了，”辛德雷说，拿起她的手腕，“我想这是她不肯上床去的缘故。倒霉！我可不愿这儿再有人生病添麻烦，你干吗到雨里去呢？”

“和平时一样，追男孩子呀！”约瑟夫嗄声说，趁我们在犹豫时，就抓住机会进谗言。“如果我是你，主人，我就不论他们是贵是贱都给他们一顿耳光！只要有一天你不在家，那个贪嘴的猫林惇可就偷着来啦。还有耐莉小姐呀，她也是个不赖的小姐！她就坐在厨房守着你，你一进这个门，她就出了那个门。还有，我们那个贵妇人就走到她跟前巴结去！这可是好事，夜里十二点钟过了，跟那个吉普赛人生的野鬼，希刺克厉夫，躲在地里！他们以为我是瞎子，我才不是：一点也不瞎！我瞧见小林惇来，也瞧见他走，我还瞅见你（指着我说），你这没出息的，破破烂烂的巫婆！你一听见主人的马蹄在路上响，你就跳起来窜到大厅里去。”

“住嘴，偷听话的！”凯瑟琳嚷着，“在我面前不容你放肆！辛德雷，埃德加·林惇昨天是碰巧来的，是我叫他走的，因为我知道你一直不喜欢遇见他。”

“你撒谎，凯蒂，毫无疑问，”她哥哥回答，“你是一个讨厌的呆子！可是目前先别管林惇吧。——告诉我，你昨天夜里没跟希刺克厉夫在一起么？现在，说实话。你用不着怕我害他，虽然我一直这么恨他，不久以前他却为我作了件好事，使我的良心没法让我掐断他的脖子了。为了防止这种事，我今天早上就要赶他走。等他走后，我劝你们都小心点，我可要对你们不客气哪！”

“我昨天夜里根本没有看见希刺克厉夫，”凯瑟琳回答。开始痛哭起来：“你要是把他撵出大门，我就一定要跟他走。可是，也许，你永远不会有机会啦！也许他已经走啦。”说到这儿，她忍不住放声哀哭，她下面的话就听不清了。

辛德雷向她冷嘲热讽，大骂一场，叫她立刻回她屋里去，要不然的话，就不该无缘无故地大哭！我请求她服从。当我们到了她的卧房时，我永远不会忘记她演了怎样的一场戏，真的把我吓坏了——我以为她要疯了，我就求约瑟夫快跑去请大夫。这证实是热病的开始，肯尼兹先生一看见她，就宣布她病势危险，她在发烧。他给她放血，又告诉我只给她乳浆和稀饭吃；而且要小心别让她跳楼，或是跳窗，然后他就走了。因为他在这教区里是够忙的，而在这一带，这个村和那个村，中间相隔两三英里远是常有的事。

虽然我不能说我是一个温柔的看护，可是约瑟夫和主人总不见得比我好。而且虽然我们的病人是病人中最麻烦、最任性的——可是她总算起死回生了。当然啦，老林惇夫人来拜访了好几次，而且百般挑剔，把我们都骂了一阵，吩咐了一阵，当凯瑟琳病快复原的时候，她坚持要把她送到画眉田庄去。这真是皇恩大赦，我们非常感谢。但是这可怜的太太很有理由后悔她的善心，她和她丈夫都被传染了热病，在几天之内，两人便相继逝世了。

我们的小姐回到我们这儿来，比以前更拗，更暴躁，也更傲慢了。希刺克厉夫自从雷雨之夜后就毫无音讯。有一天她惹得我气极啦，我自认倒霉竟把他的失踪归罪于她身上了。的确这责任是该她负，她自己也明白。从那个时期起，有好几个月，她不理我，仅仅保持主仆关系。约瑟夫也受到冷遇：尽管他只顾说他自己的想法，还拿她当个小姑娘似的教训她，她却把自己当作成年女子，是我们的女主人。并且以为她最近这场病使她有权要求别人体谅她。还有，大夫也说过她不能再受很多打击了，她得由着她自己的性子才行。在她眼里，任何人若敢于站起来反对她，就跟谋杀差不多。她对恩萧先生和他的同伴们都躲得远远的，她哥哥受了肯尼兹的教导，又想到她的狂怒常常会引起一阵癫痫的严重威胁，也就对她百依百顺，尽量不去惹恼她。讲到容忍她的反复无常，他实在是太迁就了，这并不是出于感情，而是出于妄自尊大，他真心盼望能看到她和林惇家联姻以便门第增光，并且只要她不去打扰他，她就尽可以把我们当奴隶一样践踏，他才不管呢！埃德加·林惇，像在他以前和以后的多数人一样，是给迷住了。他父亲逝世三年后，他把她领到吉默吞教堂那天，他自信是世上最幸福的人。

我很勉强地被劝说离开了呼啸山庄，陪她到这儿来了。小哈里顿差不多五岁了，我才开始教他认字，我们分别得很惨。可是凯瑟琳的眼泪比我们的更有力量——当我拒绝去，而她发觉她的请求不能感动我的时候，她就到她丈夫和她哥哥跟前去恸哭。她丈夫要给我很多工钱，她哥哥命令我打铺盖——他说，现在没有女主人啦，他屋里不需要女佣人了。至于哈里顿，不久就有副牧师来照管了。因此我只有一条路可以选择，叫我做什么就照办吧。我告诉主人说，他把所有的正派人都打发走了，那只会让他毁灭得更快些。我亲亲哈里顿作为告别。从此以后他和我是陌生人啦，想起来可非常古怪，可是我敢说他已把丁艾伦一古脑儿全忘了，也忘了他曾经是她在世上最宝贵的，而她也曾是他最宝贵的！

管家把故事讲到这里，偶然向烟囱上的时钟瞅了一眼：出乎她的意料，时针已指到一点半。她就再也不肯多待一秒钟。老实说，我自己也有意让她的故事的续篇搁一搁。现在她已经不见踪影，睡觉去了，我又沉思了一两个钟头，虽然我的头和四肢痛得不想动，可是我也得鼓起勇气去睡觉了。

亦汐

Chapter 9




He entered, vociferating oaths dreadful to hear; and caught me in the act of stowing his son away in the kitchen cupboard. Hareton was impressed with a wholesome terror of encountering either his wild beast's fondness or his madman's rage; for in one he ran a chance of being squeezed and kissed to death, and in the other of being flung into the fire, or dashed against the wall; and the poor thing remained perfectly quiet wherever I chose to put him.

`There, I've found it out at last!' cried Hindley, pulling me back by the skin of my neck, like a dog. `By heaven and hell, you've sworn between you to murder that child! I know how it is, now, that he is always out of my way. But, with the help of Satan, I shall make you swallow the carving-knife, Nelly! You needn't laugh; for I've just crammed Kenneth, head downmost, in the Blackhorse marsh; and two is the same as one--and I want to kill some of you: I shall have no rest till I do!'

`But I don't like the carving-knife, Mr Hindley,' I answered: `it has been cutting red herrings. I'd rather be shot, if you please.'

`You'd rather be damned!' he said; `and so you shall. No law in England can hinder a man from keeping his house decent, and mine's abominable! open your mouth.'

He held the knife in his hand, and pushed its point between my teeth: but, for my part, I was never much afraid of his vagaries. I spat out, and affirmed it tasted detestably--I would not take it on any account.

`Oh!' said he, releasing me, `I see that hideous little villain is not Hareton: I beg your pardon, Nell. If it be, he deserves flaying alive for not running to welcome me, and for screaming as if I were a goblin. Unnatural cub, come hither! I'll teach thee to impose on a good-hearted, deluded father. Now, don't you think the lad would be handsomer cropped? It makes a dog fiercer, and I love something fierce--get me a scissors--something fierce and trim! Besides, it's infernal affectation--devilish conceit it is, to cherish our ears--we're asses enough without them. Hush, child, hush! Well then, it is my darling! wisht, dry thy eyes--there's a joy; kiss me. What! it won't? Kiss me, Hareton! Damn thee, kiss me! By God, as if 1 would rear such a monster! As sure as I'm living, I'll break the brat's neck.'

Poor Hareton was squalling and kicking in his father's arms with all his might, and redoubled his yells when he carried him upstairs and lifted him over the banister. I cried out that he would frighten the child into fits, and ran to rescue him. As I reached them, Hindley leant forward on the rails to listen to a noise below; almost forgetting what he had in his hands. `Who is that?' he asked, hearing someone approaching the stair's foot. I leant forward also, for the purpose of signing to Heathcliff, whose step I recognized, not to come farther; and, at the instant when my eye quitted Hareton, he gave a sudden spring, delivered himself from the careless grasp that held him, and fell.

There was scarcely time to experience a thrill of horror before we saw that the little wretch was safe. Heathcliff arrived underneath just at the critical moment; by a natural impulse, he arrested his descent, and setting him on his feet, looked up to discover the author of the accident. A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not show a blanker countenance than he did on beholding the figure of Mr Earnshaw above. It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been dark, I dare say, he would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton's skull on the steps; but we witnessed his salvation; and I was presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart. Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed.

`It is your fault, Ellen,' he said; `you should have kept him out of sight: you should have taken him from me! Is he injured anywhere?'

`Injured!' I cried angrily; `if he's not killed, he'll be an idiot! Oh! I wonder his mother does not rise from her grave to see how you use him. You're worse than a heathen--treating your own flesh and blood in that manner!'

He attempted to touch the child, who, on finding himself with me, sobbed off his terror directly. At the first finger his father laid on him, however, he shrieked again louder than before, and struggled as if he would go into convulsions.

`You shall not meddle with him!' I continued. `He hates you--they all hate you--that's the truth! A happy family you have: and a pretty state you're come to!'

`I shall come to a prettier, yet, Nelly,' laughed the misguided man, recovering his hardness. `At present, convey yourself and him away. And, hark you, Heathcliff! clear you too, quite from my reach and hearing. I wouldn't murder you tonight; unless, perhaps, I set the house on fire: but that's as my fancy goes.

While saying this he took a pint bottle of brandy from the dresser, and poured some into a tumbler.

`Nay, don't!' I entreated. `Mr Hindley, do take warning. Have mercy on this unfortunate boy, if you care nothing for yourself!'

`Anyone will do better for him than I shall,' he answered.

`Have mercy on your own soul!' I said, endeavouring to snatch the glass from his hand.

`Not I! On the contrary, I shall have great pleasure in sending it to perdition to punish its Maker,' exclaimed the blasphemer. `Here's to its hearty damnation!'

He drank the spirits and impatiently bade us go; terminating his command with a sequel of horrid imprecations, too bad to repeat or remember.

`It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink,' observed Heathcliff, muttering an echo of curses back when the door was shut. `He's doing his very utmost; but his constitution defies him. Mr Kenneth says he would wager his mare, that he'll outlive any man on this side Gimmerton, and go to the grave a hoary sinner; unless some happy chance out of the common course befall him.'

I went into the kitchen, and sat down to lull my little lamb to sleep. Heathcliff, as I thought, walked through to the barn. It turned out afterwards that he only got as far as the other side the settle, when he flung himself on a bench by the wall, removed from the fire, and remained silent.

I was rocking Hareton on my knee, and humming a song that began:

　

It was far in the night, and the bairnies grat,

The mither beneath the mools heard that--

when Miss Cathy, who had listened to the hubbub from her room, put her head in, and whispered:

`Are you alone, Nelly?'

`Yes, miss,' I replied.

She entered and approached the hearth. I, supposing she was going to say something, looked up. The expression of her face seemed disturbed and anxious. Her lips were half asunder, as if she meant to speak, and she drew a breath; but it escaped in a sigh instead of a sentence. I resumed my song; not having forgotten her recent behaviour.

`Where's Heathcliff?' she said, interrupting me.

`About his work in the stable,' was my answer.

He did not contradict me; perhaps he had fallen into a doze. There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine's cheek to the flags. Is she sorry for her shameful conduct? I asked myself. That will be a novelty: but she may come to the point as she will--I shan't help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own concerns.

`Oh, dear!' she cried at last. `I'm very unhappy!'

`A pity,' observed I. `You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!'

`Nelly, will you keep a secret for me?' she pursued, kneeling down by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of look which turns off bad temper, even when one has all the right in the world to indulge it.

`Is it worth keeping?' I inquired, less sulkily.

`Yes, and it worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do. Today, Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and I've given him an answer. Now, before I tell you whether it was a consent or denial, you tell me which it ought to have been.'

`Really, Miss Catherine, how can I know?' I replied. `To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool.'

`If you talk so, I won't tell you any more,' she returned peevishly, rising to her feet. `I accepted him, Nelly. Be quick, and say whether I was wrong!'

`You accepted him! then what good is it discussing the matter? You have pledged your word, and cannot retract.'

`But, say whether I should have done so--do!' she exclaimed in an irritated tone; chafing her hands together, and frowning.

`There are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly,' I said sententiously. `First and fore-most, do you love Mr Edgar?'

`Who can help it? Of course I do,' she answered.

Then I put her through the following catechism: for a girl of twenty-two it was not injudicious.

`Why do you love him, Miss Cathy?'

`Nonsense, I do--that's sufficient.'

`By no means; you must say why?'

`Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with.'

`Bad!' was my commentary.

`And because he is young and cheerful.'

`Bad, still.'

`And because he loves me.'

`Indifferent, coming there.'

`And he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband.'

`Worst of all. And now, say how you love him?'

`As everybody loves--You're silly, Nelly.'

`Not at all--Answer.'

`I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether. There now!'

`And why?'

`Nay; you are making a jest of it; it is exceedingly ill-natured! It's no jest to me!' said the young lady, scowling, and turning her face to the fire.

`I'm very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,' I replied. `You love Mr Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn't, unless he possessed the four former attractions.'

`No, to be sure not: I should only pity him--hate him, perhaps, if he were ugly, and a clown.'

`But there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?'

`If there be any, they are out of my way! I've seen none like Edgar.'

`You may see some; and he won't always be handsome, and young, and may not always be rich.'

`He is now; and I have only to do with the present. I wish you would speak rationally.'

`Well, that settles it: if you have only to do with the present, marry Mr Linton.'

`I don't want your permission for that--I shall marry him: and yet you have not told me whether I'm right.'

`Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. And now, let us hear what you are unhappy about. Your brother will be pleased; the old lady and gentleman will not object, I think; you will escape from a disorderly, comfortless home into a wealthy, respectable one; and you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?'

`Here! and here!' replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and the other on her breast: `in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!'

`That's very strange! I cannot make it out.'

`It's my secret. But if you will not mock at me, I'll explain it: I can't do it distinctly: but I'll give you a feeling of how I feel.'

She seated herself by me again: her countenance grew sadder and graver, and her clasped hands trembled.

`Nelly, do you never dream queer dreams?' she said, suddenly, after some minutes' reflection.

`Yes, now and then,' I answered.

`And so do I. I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one; I'm going to tell it--but take care not to smile at any part of it.'

`Oh! don't, Miss Catherine!' I cried. `We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us. Come, come, be merry and like yourself! Look at little Hareton! he's dreaming nothing dreary. How sweetly he smiles in his sleep!'

`Yes; and how sweetly his father curses in his solitude! You remember him, I dare say, when he was just such another as that chubby thing: nearly as young and innocent. However, Nelly, I shall oblige you to listen: it's not long; and I've no power to be merry tonight.'

`I won't hear it, I won't hear it!' I repeated hastily.

I was superstitious about dreams then, and am still; and Catherine had an unusual gloom in her aspect, that made me dread something from which I might shape a prophecy, and foresee a fearful catastrophe. She was vexed, but she did not proceed. Apparently taking up another subject, she recommenced in a short time.

`If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.'

`Because you are not fit to go there,', I answered. `All sinners would be miserable in heaven.'

`But it is not for that. I dreamt once that I was there.'

`I tell you I won't hearken to your dreams, Miss Catherine! I'll go to bed,' I interrupted again.

She laughed, and held me down; for I made a motion to leave my chair.

亦汐

`This is nothing,' cried she: `I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'

Ere this speech ended, I became sensible of Heathcliff's presence. Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him rise from the bench, and steal out noiselessly. He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further. My companion, sitting on the ground, was prevented by the back of the settle from remarking his presence or departure; but I started, and bade her hush!

`Why?' she asked, gazing nervously round.

`Joseph is here,' I answered, catching opportunely the roll of his cart-wheels up the road; `and Heathcliff will come in with him. I'm not sure whether he were not at the door this moment.'

`Oh, he couldn't overhear me at the door!' said she. `Give me Hareton, while you get the supper, and when it is ready ask me to sup with you. I want to cheat my uncomfortable conscience, and be convinced that Heathcliff has no notion of these things. He has not, has he? He does not know what being in love is?'

`I see no reason that he should not know, as well as you,' I returned; `and if you are his choice, he will be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll be deserted in the world? Because, Miss Catherine---'

`He quite deserted! we separated!' she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. `Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that's not what I intend--that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now, you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton, I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother's power.'

`With your husband's money, Miss Catherine?' I asked. `You'll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon: and, though I'm hardly a judge, I think that's the worst motive you've given yet for being the wife of young Linton.'

`It is not,' retorted she; `it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar's sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and---'

She paused, and hid her face in the folds of my gown; but I jerked it forcibly away. I was out of patience with her folly!

`If I can make any sense of your nonsense, miss,' I said, `it only goes to convince me that you are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying; or else that you are a wicked, unprincipled girl. But trouble me with no more secrets: I'll not promise to keep them.'

`You'll keep that?' she asked eagerly.

`No, I'll not promise,' I repeated.

She was about to insist, when the entrance of Joseph finished our conversation; and Catherine removed her seat to a corner, and nursed Hareton, while I made the supper. After it was cooked, my fellow-servant and I began to quarrel who should carry some to Mr Hindley; and we didn't settle it till all was nearly cold. Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask, if he wanted any; for we feared particularly to go into his presence when he had been some time alone.

`Und hah isn't that nowt comed in frough th' field, be this time? What is he abaht? girt eedle seeght!' demanded the old man, looking round for Heathcliff.

`I'll call him,' I replied. `He's in the barn, I've no doubt.'

I went and called, but got no answer. On returning, I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good part of what she said, I was sure; and told how I saw him quit the kitchen just as she complained of her brother's conduct regarding him. She jumped up in a fine fright, flung Hareton on to the settle, and ran to seek for her friend herself; not taking leisure to consider why she was so flurried, or how her talk would have affected him. She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed we should wait no longer. He cunningly conjectured they were staying away in order to avoid hearing his protracted blessing. They were `ill eneugh for ony fahl manners', he affirmed. And on their behalf he added that night a special prayer to the usual quarter of an hour's supplication before meat, and would have tacked another to the end of the grace, had not his young mistress broken in upon him with a hurried command that he must run down the road, and wherever Heathcliff had rambled, find and make him re-enter directly!

`I want to speak to him, and I must, before I go upstairs,' she said. `And the gate is open: he is somewhere out of hearing; for he would not reply, though I shouted at the top of the fold as loud as I could.'

Joseph objected at first; she was too much in earnest, however, to suffer contradiction; and at last he placed his hat on his head, and walked grumbling forth. Meantime, Catherine paced up and down the floor, exclaiming:

`I wonder where he is--I wonder where he can be? What did I say, Nelly? I've forgotten. Was he vexed at my bad humour this afternoon? Dear! tell me what I've said to grieve him? I do wish he'd come. I do wish he would!'

`What a noise for nothing!' I cried, though rather uneasy myself. `What a trifle scares you! It's surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors, or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hay-loft. I'll engage he's lurking there. See if I don't ferret him out!'

I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and Joseph's quest ended in the same.

`Yon lads gets war un war!' observed he on re-entering. `He's left th' yate ut t' full swing, and Miss's pony has trodden dahn two rigs uh corn, un plottered through, raight o'er intuh t' meadow! Hahsomdiver, t' maister 'ull play t' devil tomorn, and he'll do weel. He's patience itsseln wi' sich careless, offald craters--patience itsseln he is! Bud he'll nut be soa allus--yah's see, all on ye! Yah mum'nt drive him aht uf his heead for nowt!'

`Have you found Heathcliff, you ass?' interrupted Catherine. `Have you been looking for him, as I ordered?'

`Aw sud more likker look for th' horse,' he replied. `It 'ud be tuh more sense. Bud, Aw can look for norther horse nur man uf a neeght loike this--as black as t' chimbley! und Hathecliff's noan t' chap to coom at maw whistle--happen he'll be less hard uh hearing wi' ye!'

It was a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble. However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity. She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall, near the road: where, heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained, calling at intervals, and then listening, and then crying outright. She beat Hareton, or any child, at a good passionate fit of crying.

About midnight, while we still sat up, the storm came rattling over the Heights in full fury. There was a violent wind, as well as thunder, and either one or the other split a tree off at the corner of the building: a huge bough fell across the roof, and knocked down a portion of the east chimney-stack, sending a clatter of stones and soot into the kitchen fire. We thought a bolt had fallen in the middle of us; and Joseph swung on to his knees beseeching the Lord to remember the patriarchs Noah and Lot, and, as in former times, spare the righteous, though He smote the ungodly. I felt some sentiment that it must be a judgment on us also. The Jonah, in my mind, was Mr Earnshaw; and I shook the handle of his den that I might ascertain if he were yet living. He replied audibly enough, in a fashion which made my companion vociferate, more clamorously than before, that a wide distinction might be drawn between saints like himself and sinners like his master. But the uproar passed away in twenty minutes, leaving us all unharmed; excepting Cathy, who got thoroughly drenched for her obstinacy in refusing to take shelter, and standing bonnetless and shawl-less to catch as much water as she could with her hair and clothes. She came in and lay down on the settle, all soaked as she was, turning her face to the back, and putting her hands before it.

`Well, miss!' I exclaimed, touching her shoulder; `you are not bent on getting your death, are you? Do you know what o'clock it is? Half past twelve. Come, come to bed! there's no use waiting longer on that foolish boy: he'll be gone to Gimmetton, and he'll stay there now. He guesses we shouldn't wait for him till this late hour: at least, he guesses that only Mr Hindley would be up; and he'd rather avoid having the door opened by the master.

亦汐

Nay, nay, he's noan at Gimmerton,' said Joseph. `Aw's niver wonder, bud he's at t' bothom uf a bog-hoile. This visitation worn't for nowt, and I wod hev ye to look out, miss--yah muh be t' next. Thank Hiven for all! All warks togither for gooid to them as is chozzen, and piked out fro' th' rubbidge! Yah knaw whet t' Scripture ses.' And he began quoting several texts, referring us to the chapters and verses where we might find them.

I, having vainly begged the wilful girl to rise and remove her wet things, left him preaching and her shivering, and betook myself to bed with little Hareton, who slept as fast as if everyone had been sleeping round him. I heard Joseph read on a while afterwards; then I distinguished his slow step on the ladder, and then I dropped asleep.

Coming down somewhat later than usual, I saw, by the sunbeams piercing the chinks of the shutters, Miss Catherine still seated near the fireplace. The house door was ajar, too; light entered from its unclosed windows; Hindley had come out, and stood on the kitchen hearth, haggard and drowsy.

`What ails you, Cathy?' he was saying when I entered: `you look as dismal as a drowned whelp. Why are you so damp and pale, child?'

`I've been wet,' she answered reluctantly' `and I'm cold, that's all.'

`Oh, she is naughty!' I cried, perceiving the master to be tolerably sober. `She got steeped in the shower of yesterday evening, and there she has sat the night through, and I couldn't prevail on her to stir.'

Mr Earnshaw stared at us in surprise. `The night through,' he repeated. `What kept her up? not fear of the thunder, surely? That was over hours since.'

Neither of us wished to mention Heathcliff's absence, as long as we could conceal it; so I replied, I didn't know how she took it into her head to sit up; and she said nothing. The morning was fresh and cool; I threw back the lattice, and presently the room filled with sweet scents from the garden; but Catherine called peevishly to me, `Ellen, shut the window. I'm starving!' And her teeth chattered as she shrunk closer to the almost extinguished embers.

`She's ill,' said Hindley, taking her wrist; `I suppose that's the reason she would not go to bed. Damn it! I don't want to be troubled with more sickness here. What took you into the rain!'

`Running after t' lads, as usuald!' croaked Joseph, catching an opportunity, from our hesitation, to thrust in his evil tongue. `If I war yah, maister, I'd just slam t' boards i' their faces all on 'em, gentle and simple! Never a day ut yah're off, but yon cat o' Linton comes sneaking hither; and Miss Nelly, shoo's a fine lass! shoo sits watching for ye i' t' kitchen; and as yah're in at one door, he's out at t'other; and, then, wer grand lady goes a coorting of her side! It's bonny behaviour, lurking amang t' fields, after twelve o' t' night, wi' that fahl, flaysome divil of a gipsy, Heathcliff! They think I'm blind; but I'm noan: nowt ut t' soart!--I seed young Linton boath coming and going, and I seed yah' (directing his discourse to me), `yah gooid fur nowt, slattenly witch! nip up and bolt into th' house, t' minute yah heard t' maister's horse fit clatter up t' road.'

`Silence, eavesdropper!' cried Catherine; `none of your insolence before me! Edgar Linton came yesterday by chance, Hindley; and it was I who told him to be off: because I knew you would not like to have met him as you were.

`You lie, Cathy, no doubt,' answered her brother, `and you are a confounded simpleton! But never mind Linton at present: tell me, were you not with Heathcliff last night? Speak the truth, now. You need not be afraid of harming him: though I hate him as much as ever, he did me a good turn a short time since, that will make my conscience tender of breaking his neck. To prevent it, I shall send him about his business, this very morning; and after he's gone, I'd advise you all to look sharp: I shall only have the more humour for you.

`I never saw Heathcliff last night,' answered Catherine, beginning to sob bitterly: `and if you do turn him out of doors, I'll go with him. But, perhaps, you'll never have an opportunity: perhaps he's gone.' Here she burst into uncontrollable grief, and the remainder of her words were inarticulate.

Hindley lavished on her a torrent of scornful abuse, and bade her get to her room immediately, or she shouldn't cry for nothing! I obliged her to obey; and I shall never forget what a scene she acted when we reached her chamber: it terrified me. I thought she was going mad, and I begged Joseph to run for the doctor. It proved the commencement of delirium: Mr Kenneth, as soon as he saw her, pronounced her dangerously ill; she had a fever. He bled her, and he told me to let her live on whey and water gruel, and take care she did not throw herself downstairs or out of the window; and then he left: for he had enough to do in the parish, where two or three miles was the ordinary distance between cottage and cottage.

Though I cannot say I made a gentle nurse, and Joseph and the master were no better; and though our patient was as wearisome and headstrong as a patient could be, she weathered it through. Old Mrs Linton paid us several visits, to be sure, and set things to rights, and scolded and ordered us all; and when Catherine was convalescent, she insisted on conveying her to Thrushcross Grange: for which deliverance we were very grateful. But the poor dame had reason to repent of her kindness: she and her husband both took the fever, and died within a few days of each other.

Our young lady returned to us, saucier and more passionate, and haughtier than ever. Heathcliff had never been heard of since the evening of the thunder-storm; and one day I had the misfortune, when she had provoked me exceedingly, to lay the blame of his disappearance on her: where indeed it belonged, as she well knew. From that period, for several months, she ceased to hold any communication with me, save in the relation of a mere servant. Joseph fell under a ban also: he would speak his mind, and lecture her all the same as if she were a little girl; and she esteemed herself a woman, and our mistress, and thought that her recent illness gave her a claim to be treated with consideration. Then the doctor had said that she would not bear crossing much; she ought to have her own way; and it was nothing less than murder in her eyes for anyone to presume to stand up and contradict her. From Mr Earnshaw and his companions she kept aloof; and tutored by Kenneth, and serious threats of a fit that often attended her rages, her brother allowed her whatever she pleased to demand, and generally avoided aggravating her fiery temper. He was rather too indulgent in humouring her caprices; not from affection, but from pride: he wished earnestly to see her bring honour to the family by an alliance with the Lintons, and as long as she let.him alone she might trample us like slaves, for aught he cared! Edgar Linton, as multitudes have been before and will be after him, was infatuated; and believed himself th,e happiest man alive on the day he led her to Gimmerton Chapel, three years subsequent to his father's death.

Much against my inclination, I was persuaded to leave Wuthering Heights and accompany her here. Little Hareton was nearly five years old, and I had just begun to teach him his letters. We made a sad parting; but Catherine's tears were more powerful than ours. When I refused to go, and when she found her entreaties did not move me, she went lamenting to her husband and brother. The former offered me munificent wages; the latter ordered me to pack up: he wanted no women in the house, he said, now that there was no mistress; and as to Hareton, the curate should take him in hand, by and by. And so I had but one choice left: to do as I was ordered. I told the master he got rid of all decent people only to run to ruin a little faster; I kissed Hareton goodbye; and since then he has been a stranger: and it's very queer to think it, but I've no doubt he has completely forgotten all about Ellen Dean, and that he was ever more than all the world to her, and she to him!

At this point of the housekeeper's story, she chanced to glance towards the timepiece over the chimney; and was in amazement on seeing the minute hand measure half past one. She would not hear of staying a second longer: in truth, I felt rather disposed to defer the sequel of her narrative, myself. And now that she is vanished to her rest, and I have meditated for another hour or two, I shall summon courage to go, also, in spite of aching laziness of head and limbs.

亦汐

第十章




对于一个隐士的生活这倒是一个绝妙的开始！四个星期的折磨，辗转不眠，还有生病！啊，这荒凉的风，严寒的北方天空，难走的路，慢腾腾的乡下大夫！还有，啊，轻易看不见人的脸，还有，比什么都糟的是肯尼兹可怕的暗示，说我不到春天甭想出门！

希刺克厉夫先生刚刚光临来看了我。大概在七天以前他送我一对松鸡——这是这季节的最后两只了。坏蛋！我这场病，他可不是全然没有责任的，我很想这样告诉他。可是，唉呀！这个人真够慈悲，坐在我床边足足一个钟点。谈了一些别的题目，而不谈药片、药水、药膏治疗之类的内容，那么我怎么能得罪他呢？这倒是一段舒适的休养时期。我还太弱，没法读书，但是我觉得我仿佛能够享受一点有趣的东西了。为什么不把丁太太叫上来讲完她的故事呢？我还能记得她所讲到的主要情节。是的，我记得她的男主角跑掉了，而且三年杳无音讯；而女主角结婚了。我要拉铃。我要是发现我已经能够愉快地聊天，一定会高兴的。丁太太来了。

“先生，还要等二十分钟才吃药哩，”她开始说。

“去吧，去它的！”我回答，“我想要——”

“医生说你必须服药粉了。”

“我满心愿意，不要打扰我。过来，坐在这儿。不要碰那一排苦药瓶。把你的毛线活从口袋里拿出来——好啦——现在接着讲希刺克厉夫先生的历史吧，从你打住的地方讲到现在。他是不是在欧洲大陆上完成他的教育，变成一个绅士回来了？或是他在大学里得到了半工半读的免费生的位置？或者逃到美洲去，从他的第二祖国那儿吸取膏血而获得了名望？或者更干脆些在英国公路上打劫发了财？”

“也许这些职业他都干过一点，洛克乌德先生，可是我说不出他究竟干了什么，我声明过我不知道他怎么搞到钱的！我也不明白他用什么方法把他本来沉入野蛮无知的心灵救出来的。但是，对不起，如果你认为能让你高兴而不烦扰你，我就要用我自己的方式讲下去了。你今天早上觉得好点吗？”

“好多了。”

“好消息。”

我带着凯瑟琳小姐一起到了画眉田庄。虽然失望，然而足以欣慰的是她的举止好多了，这是我当初简直不敢想的。看来她几乎过于喜爱林惇先生了，甚至对他的妹妹，她也表现出十分亲热。当然，他们两个对她的舒适也非常关怀。并不是荆棘倒向忍冬①，而是忍冬拥抱荆棘。并没有双方互相让步的事，一个站得笔直，其他的人就都得顺从。既遭不到反对，又遭不到冷淡，谁还能使坏性子发脾气呢？我看出埃德加先生是生怕惹她发怒。他掩饰着这种惧怕不让她知道；可是当她有什么蛮不讲理的吩咐时，他若一听见我答话声气硬些，或是看见别的仆人不太乐意时，他就皱起眉头表示生气了，而他为了自己的事从来不沉下脸的。他几次很严厉地对我说起我的不懂规矩；而且肯定说那怕用一把小刀戳他一下，也抵不上看见他的夫人烦恼时那么难受。我不要让一位仁慈的主人难过，我就得学着克制些。而且，有半年时间，这火药像沙土一样地摆在那儿并没引爆，因为没有火凑近来使它爆炸。凯瑟琳时不时地也有阴郁和沉默的时候，她的丈夫便以同情的沉默，以表示尊重。他认为这是由于她那场危险的病所引起的体质上的变化，因为她以前从来没有过心情抑郁的时候。她如现出阳光重返的神气，他这边也就现出阳光重返来表示欢迎。我相信我可以说他们真的得到深沉的、与日俱增的幸福了。

①忍冬——honeysuckle，半常绿罐木，茎蔓生，初夏开白花，有香气，叶花可入药，俗名金银花。

幸福完结了。唉，到头来我们总归是为了自己；温和慷慨的人不过比傲慢霸道的人自私得稍微公平一点罢了，等到种种情况使得两个人都感觉到一方的利益并不是对方思想中主要关心的事物的时候，幸福就完结了。九月里一个醉人的傍晚，我挎着一大篮才采下来的苹果从花园出来。那时已经快黑了，月亮从院子的高墙外照过来，照出一些模糊的阴影，潜藏在这房子的无数突出部分的角落里。我把我这篮东西放在厨房门口的台阶上，站一站，休息一会，再吸几口柔和甜美的空气，我抬眼望着月亮，背朝着大门，这时我听见我背后有个声音说：

“耐莉，是你吗？”

那是个深沉的声音，又是外地口音，可是唸我的名字又唸得让人听了怪熟悉的。我害怕地转过来看看倒是谁在说话，因为门是关着的，我又没看见有人上台阶。在门廊里有个什么东西在动。而且，正在走近，我看出是个高高的人，穿着黑衣服，有张黑黑的脸，还有黑头发。他斜靠在屋边，手指握着门闩，好像打算自己要开门似的。

“能是谁呢？”我想着。“恩萧先生吗？啊，不是！声音不像他的。”

“我已经等了一个钟头了，”就在我还发愣的当儿他又说了，“我等的时候，四周一直像死一样的静。我不敢进去。你不认识我了吗？瞧瞧，我不是生人呀！”

一道光线照在他的脸上：两颊苍白，一半为黑胡须所盖，眉头低耸，眼睛深陷而且很特别。我记起这对眼睛了。

“什么！”我叫道，不能确定是把他当作人，还是鬼。我惊讶地举起双手。“什么！你回来啦？真是你吗？是你吗？”

“是啊，希刺克厉夫，”他回答，从我身上抬眼看一下窗户，那儿映照出灿烂的月亮，却没有灯光从里面射出来。“他们在家吗——她在哪儿？耐莉，你在不高兴——你用不着这么惊慌呀！她在这儿吗？说呀！我要跟她说一句话——你的女主人。去吧，说有人从吉默吞来想见见她。”

“她怎么接受这消息呢？”我喊起来，“她会怎么办呢？这件意外的事真让我为难——这会让她昏了头的！你是希刺克厉夫！可是变啦！不，简直没法让人明白，你当过兵了吧？”

“去吧，送我的口信去。”他不耐烦地打断了我的问话。

“你不去，我就等于在地狱里！”

他抬起门闩，我进去了。可是当我走到林惇先生和夫人所在的客厅那儿，我没法让自己向前走了。终于，我决定借口问他们要不要点蜡烛，我就开了门。

他们一起坐在窗前，格子窗拉开，抵在墙上，望出去，除了花园的树木与天然的绿色园林之外，还可以看见吉默吞山谷，有一长条白雾简直都快环绕到山顶上（因为你过了教堂不久，也许会注意到，从旷野里吹来的燃燃微风，正吹动着一条弯弯曲曲顺着狭谷流去的小溪）。呼啸山庄耸立在这银色的雾气上面，但是却看不见我们的老房子——那是偏在山的另一面的。这屋子和屋里的人，以及他们凝视着的景致，都显得非常安谧。我畏畏缩缩不情愿执行我的使命，问过点灯的话后，实际上差点不说话就走开，这时意识到我的傻念头，就又迫使我回来，低声说：

“从吉默吞来了一个人想见你，夫人。”

“他有什么事？”林惇夫人问。

“我没问他，”我回答。

“好吧，放下窗帘，耐莉，”她说，“端茶来，我马上就回来。”

她离开了这间屋子。埃德加先生不经意地问问是谁。

“是太太没想到的人，”我回答，“就是那个希刺克厉夫——你记得他吧，先生——他原来住在恩萧先生家的。”

“什么！那个吉普赛——是那个乡巴佬吗？”他喊起来。

“你为什么不告诉凯瑟琳呢？”

“嘘！你千万别这么叫他，主人，”我说。“她要是听见的话，她会很难过的。他跑掉的时候她几乎心碎了，我猜他这次回来对她可是件大喜事呢。”

林惇先生走到屋子那边一个可以望见院子的窗户前，他打开窗户，向外探身。我猜他们就在下面，因为他马上喊起来了：

“别站在那儿，亲爱的！要是贵客，就把他带进来吧。”

没有多久，我听见门闩响，凯瑟琳飞奔上楼，上气不接下气，心慌意乱，兴奋得不知该怎么表现她的欢喜了：的确，只消看她的脸，你反而要猜疑将有什么大难临头似的。

“啊，埃德加，埃德加！”她喘息着，搂着他的脖子。“啊，埃德加，亲爱的！希刺克厉夫回来啦——他是回来啦！”她拚命地搂住他。

“好啦，好啦。”她丈夫烦恼地叫道，“不要为了这个就要把我勒死啦！我从来没有想到他是这么一个稀奇的宝贝。用不着高兴得发疯呀！”

“我知道你过去不喜欢他。”她回答，稍微把她那种强烈的喜悦抑制了一些。“可是为了我的缘故，你们现在非作朋友不可。我叫他上来好吗？”

“这里？”他说，“到客厅里来么？”

“不到这儿还到哪儿呢？”她问。

他显得怪难为情的，绕着弯儿说厨房对他还比较合适些。

林惇夫人带着一种诙谐的表情瞅着他——对于他的苛求是又好气又好笑。

“不！”过了一会她又说：“我不能坐在厨房里。在这儿摆两张桌子吧，艾伦，一张给你主人和伊莎贝拉小姐用，他们是有门第的上等人；另一张给希刺克厉夫和我自己，我们是属于下等阶级的。那样可以使你高兴吧，亲爱的？或是我必须在别的地方生个火呢？如果是这样，下命令吧。我要跑下楼陪我的客人了。我真怕这场欢喜太大了，也许不会是真的吧！”

她正要再冲出去，可是埃德加把她拦住了。

“你叫他上来吧。”他对我说：“还有，凯瑟琳，尽管欢喜可别做得荒唐！用不着让全家人都看着你把一个逃亡的仆人当作一个兄弟似的欢迎。”

我下楼发现希刺克厉夫在门廊下等着，显然是预料要请他进来。他没有多说话就随着我进来了。我引他到主人和女主人面前，他们发红的脸还露出激辩的痕迹。但是当她的朋友在门口出现时，夫人的脸上闪着另一种情感。她跳上前去，拉着他的双手，领他到林惇这儿。然后她抓住林惇不情愿伸出来的手指硬塞到他的手里。这时我借着炉火和烛光，越发惊异地看见希刺克厉夫变了样。他已经长成了一个高高的、强壮的、身材很好的人；在他旁边，我的主人显得瘦弱，像个少年。他十分笔挺的仪表使人想到他一定进过军队，他的面容在表情上和神色上都比林惇先生老成果断多了：那副面容看来很有才智，并没有留下从前低贱的痕迹。一种半开化的野性还潜伏在那凹下的眉毛和那充满了黑黑的火焰的眼睛里，但是已经被克制住了。他的举止简直是庄重，不带一点粗野，然而严峻有余，文雅不足。我主人的惊奇跟我一样，或者还超过了我，他呆在那儿有一分钟之久，不知该怎样招呼这个他所谓的乡巴佬。希刺克厉夫放下他那瘦瘦的手，冷静地站在那儿望着他，等他先开口。

“坐下吧，先生。”他终于说：“想起往日，林惇夫人要我诚意地接待你。当然，凡是能使她开心的任何事情，我都是很高兴去做的。”

“我也是。”希刺克厉夫回答。“特别是那种如果有我参加的事情，我将很愿意待一两个钟头。”

他在凯瑟琳对面的一张椅子上坐下来，她一直盯着他，唯恐她若不看他，他就会消失似的。他不大抬眼看她，只是时不时地很快地瞥一眼。可是这种偷看，每一次都带回他从她眼中所汲取的那种毫不掩饰的喜悦，越来越满不在乎了。他们过于沉浸在相互欢乐里，一点儿不觉得窘。埃德加先生可不这样，他满心烦恼而脸色苍白。当他的夫人站起来，走过地毯，又抓住希刺克厉夫的手，而只大笑得忘形的时候，这种感觉就达到顶点了。

“明天我要以为这是一场梦哩！”她叫道：“我不能够相信我又看见了你，摸到你，而且还跟你说了话。可是，狠心的希刺克厉夫！你不配受这个欢迎。一去三年没有音信，从来没想到我！”

“比你想到我可还多一点呢。”他低声说：“凯蒂，不久以前，我才听说你结婚了。我在下面院子等你的时候，我打算——只看一下你的脸——也许是惊奇地瞅一下，而且假装高兴，然后就去跟辛德雷算帐。再就自杀以避免法律的制裁。你的欢迎把我这些念头都赶掉了，可是当心下一回不要用另一种神气与我相见啊！不，你不会再赶走我了——你曾经真为我难过的，是吧？嗯，说来话长。自从我最后听见你说话的声音之后，我总算苦熬过来了，你必须原谅我，因为我只是为了你才奋斗的！”

“凯瑟琳，除非我们是要喝冷茶，不然就请到桌子这儿来吧。”林惇打断说，努力保持他平常的声调，以及相当程度的礼貌。“希刺克厉夫先生无论今晚住在哪里，也还得走段长路，而且我也渴了。”

她走到茶壶前面的座位上，伊莎贝拉小姐也被铃声召唤来了。然后，我把他们的椅子向前推好，就离开了这间屋子。这顿茶也没有超过十分钟。凯瑟琳的茶杯根本没倒上茶：她吃不下，也喝不下。埃德加倒了一些在他的碟子里，也咽不下一口。那天晚上他们的客人逗留不到一个钟头。他临走时，我问他是不是到吉默吞去？

“不，到呼啸山庄去，”他回答。“今天早上我去拜访时，恩萧先生请我去住的。”

恩萧先生请他！他拜访恩萧先生！在他走后，我苦苦地思索着这句话。他变得有点像伪君子了，乔装改扮了到乡间来害人吗？我冥想着——在我的心底有一种预感，他若是一直留在外乡，那还好些。

大约在夜半，我才打盹没多会儿，就被林惇夫人弄醒了，她溜到我卧房里，搬把椅子在我床边，拉我的头发把我唤醒。

“我睡不着，艾伦，”她说，算是道歉。“我要有个活着的人分享我的幸福！埃德加在闹别扭，因为我为一件并不使他发生兴趣的事而高兴。他死不开口，除了说了些暴躁的傻话。而且他肯定说我又残忍又自私，因为在他这么不舒服而且困倦的时候，我还想跟他说话。他有一点别扭就总是想法生病，我说了几句称赞希刺克厉夫的话，他，不是因为头痛，就是因为在嫉妒心重，开始哭起来，所以我就起身离开他了。”

“称赞希刺克厉夫有什么用呢？”我回答。“他们做孩子的时候就彼此有反感，要是希刺克厉夫听你称赞他，也会一样地痛恨的——那是人性呀。不要让林惇先生再听到关于他的话吧，除非你愿意他们公开吵闹起来。”

“那他不是表现了很大的弱点吗？”她追问着。“我是不嫉妒的——我对于伊莎贝拉的漂亮的黄头发，她的白皙的皮肤，她那端庄的风度，还有全家对她所表示的喜爱，可从来不觉得苦恼呀。甚至你，耐莉，假使我们有时候争执，你立刻向着伊莎贝拉，我就像个没主见的妈妈似的让步了——我叫她宝贝，把她哄得心平气和。她哥哥看见我们和睦就高兴，这也使我高兴。可是他们非常相像：他们是惯坏了的孩子，幻想这世界就是为了他们的方便才存在的。虽然我依着他们俩，可我又想狠狠的惩罚他们一下也许会把他们变好哩。”

“你错了，林惇夫人，”我说。“他们迁就你哩——我知道他们要是不迁就你就会怎么样！只要他们努力不违背你的心意，你就得稍微忍让一下他们一时的小脾气。——但是，到末了，你们总会为了对于双方都有同等重要的什么事情闹开的，那时候你所认为软弱的人也能和你一样地固执哩。”

“然后我们就要争到死，是吗，耐莉？”她笑着回嘴。“不！我告诉你，我对于林惇的爱情有着这样的信心：我相信我就是杀了他，他也不会想到报复的。”

我劝她为了他的爱情那就更要尊重他些。

“我是尊重啊，”她回答。“可是他用不着为了一点琐碎小事就借题哭起来。那是孩子气。而且，不应该哭得那样伤心，就因为我说希刺克厉夫如今可值得尊重了，乡里第一名绅士也会以跟他结交为荣，他原应该替我说这话，而且由于同意还感到愉快哩，他必须习惯他，甚至喜欢他：想想希刺克厉夫多有理由反对他吧，我敢说希刺克厉夫的态度好极啦！”

“你对于他去呼啸山庄有什么想法？”我问她。“显然他在各方面都改好了——简直成了基督徒：向他四周的敌人都伸出了友好的右手！”

“他解释了，”她回答。“我也跟你一样奇怪。他说他去拜访是想从你那里得到关于我的消息，他以为你还住在那里。约瑟夫就告诉了辛德雷，他出来了，问他一直作些什么，怎么生活的，最后要他走进去了。本来有几个人坐在那儿玩牌，希刺克厉夫也加入了。我哥哥输了一些钱给他，发现他有不少钱，就请他今晚再去，他也答应了。辛德雷是荒唐得不会谨慎地选择他的朋友，他没有动脑筋想想对于一个他践踏过的人应该不予信任的道理。但是希刺克厉夫肯定说他所以跟从前迫害他的人重新联系，主要因为要找一个离田庄不远的住处，可以常来常往，而且对我们曾在一起住过的房子也有一种眷恋；还有一个希望，希望我会有更多的机会到那儿去看他，如果他住在吉默吞，机会就少啦。他打算慷慨解囊以便住在山庄，毫无疑问我哥哥因为贪财而接受他，辛德雷总是贪婪的，虽然他一手抓过来，另一手又丢出去。”

“那倒是年轻人的好住处！”我说。“你不怕有什么后果吗，林惇夫人？”“对于我的朋友，我不担心，”她回答，“他那坚强的头脑会使他躲开危险的。对于辛德雷倒有些担心。可是他在道德方面，总不能比现在更坏吧。至于伤害身体，我是要从中阻挡的。今晚的事情使我跟上帝和人类又和解了！我曾经愤怒地反抗神。啊，我曾经忍受过非常非常的悲哀啊，耐莉！如果那个人知道我曾是那么苦，他就该对他那因无聊的愤怒而不知去向的往事引以为羞哩。我一个人受苦，对他还好些，如果我表达出我时常感到的悲痛，他也会像我一样地热望着解脱这悲痛的。不管怎么样，事情过去啦，我对他的愚蠢也不要报复，今后我什么都能忍受啦！即便世上最下贱的东西打我的嘴巴，我不但要转过另一边给他打，还要请他原谅我惹他动手。而且，作为一个保证，我马上就要跟埃德加讲和啦。晚安！我是一个天使！”

亦汐

她就怀着这样自我陶醉的信心走了，第二天她显然已成功地实现了自己的决心。林惇先生不仅不再抱怨（虽然他的情绪看来仍然被凯瑟琳的旺盛的欢乐所压倒），而且居然不反对她带着伊莎贝拉下午一起去呼啸山庄。她用这么大量的甜言蜜语来报答他，使全家有好几天像天堂一样，不论主仆都从这无穷的阳光中获益不浅。

希刺克厉夫——以后我要说希刺克厉夫先生了——起初还倒是谨慎地使用着拜访画眉田庄的自由权利，他仿佛在掂量田庄主人将怎样看待他的光临。凯瑟琳也认为在接待他时把她高兴的表情稍稍节制一下得当些，他渐渐地得到了他被接待的权利。他还保留不少在他童年时就很显著的缄默，这种缄默刚好能压抑情感的一切令人吃惊的表现。我主人的不安暂时平息了，以后的情况又使他的不安暂时转到另一个方面去了。

他的烦恼的新根源，是从一件没有预料到的不幸的事而来的，伊莎贝拉对这位勉强受到招待的客人，表示了一种突然而不可抗拒的爱慕之情。那时她是一个十八岁的娇媚的小姐，举止还是孩子气的，虽然具有敏锐的才智，敏锐的感觉，如果给惹气了，还有一种敏锐的脾气。她的哥哥深深地爱着她，对于这荒诞的爱情惊骇万分。且不提和一个没名没姓的人联姻有失身份，也不提他若无男嗣，他的财产很可能落在这么一个人的掌握之中——把这些都搁在一边不提，他也还能理解希刺克厉夫的性格。他知道，虽然他的外貌变了，他的心地是不能变的，也没有变。他害怕，他使他反感，他不敢想到把伊莎贝拉交托给他，像有什么预感似的。如果他知道她的恋情是未经被追求就自己涌现出来了，而且对方以毫不动情作为报答，他更要畏缩了。因为他一发现这恋情的存在，就怪希刺克厉夫，认为是他精心策划出来的。

有一段时间，我们都看出林惇小姐不知为什么事心烦意乱，而且很忧伤。她变得别扭而且消沉，常常叱骂揶揄凯瑟琳，眼看就有耗尽她那有限的耐性的危险。我们多多少少原谅她，借口说她不健康，她就在我们眼前萎靡憔悴下去。但是有一天，她特别执拗，不肯吃早餐，抱怨仆人不照她所吩咐的去作。女主人不许她在家里作任何事，而且埃德加也不睬她，又抱怨屋门敞开使她受了凉，而我们让客厅的炉火灭了存心惹她生气。此外还有一百条琐碎的诉苦。林惇夫人断然要她上床睡觉，而且把她痛骂一顿，吓唬她说要请大夫来。一提到肯尼兹，她立刻大叫，说她的健康情况十分好，只是凯瑟琳的苛刻使她不快乐而已。

“你怎么能说我苛刻呢，你这怪脾气的宝贝？”女主人叫起来，对这毫无道理的论断感到莫名其妙。“你一定没有理性啦。我哪时候苛刻啦？告诉我！”

“昨天，”伊莎贝拉抽泣着，“还有现在！”

“昨天，”她嫂嫂说。“什么时候呀？”

“在我们顺着荒野散步的时候，你吩咐我随便去溜达一下，而你却跟希刺克厉夫先生闲逛啦！”

“这就是你所谓的苛刻吗？”凯瑟琳说，笑起来，“这并不是暗示你的陪伴是多余的，我们才不在乎你跟不跟我们在一起。我只不过以为希刺克厉夫的话你听着也未必有趣。”

“啊，不，”小姐哭着，“你愿意我走开，因为你知道我喜欢在那儿！”

“她神智清楚吗？”林惇夫人对我说。“我要把我们的谈话一个字一个字地背出来，伊莎贝拉，你把其中对你有任何吸引力的话指出来吧。”

“我不在乎谈话，”她回答，“我要跟——”

“怎么！”凯瑟琳说，看出她犹豫着，不知要不要说全这句话。

“跟他在一起，我不要总是给人打发走！”她接着说，激动起来。“你是马槽里的一只狗①，凯蒂，而且希望谁也不要被人爱上，除了你自己！”

①引自《伊索寓言》，指已不能享用，而又不肯与人的鄙夫，即心术不正者。

“你是一个胡闹的小猴子！”林惇夫人惊奇地叫起来。“可我不能相信这件蠢事！你没法博得希刺克厉夫的爱慕——你不能把他当作情投意合的人！但愿是我误解你的话啦，伊莎贝拉？”

“不，你没有，”这入了迷的姑娘说，“我爱他胜过你爱埃德加，而且他可以爱我的，只要你让他爱！”

“那么，就是给我王位，我也不愿意是你！”凯瑟琳断然声明，她好像很诚恳地说着。“耐莉，帮帮我让她明白她在发疯。告诉她希刺克厉夫是什么样的人：一个没驯服的人，不懂文雅，没有教养，一片长着金雀花和岩石的荒野。要叫我把你的心交给他，我宁可在冬天把那只小金丝雀放到园子里！可惜你不懂他的性格，孩子，没有别的原因，就是这种可悲的糊涂，才会让那个梦钻进你的头脑里。求求你别妄想他在一副严峻的外表下深深埋藏着善心和恋情！他不是一块粗糙的钻石——乡下人当中的一个含珠之蚌，而是一个凶恶的，无情的，像狼一样残忍的人。我从来不对他说，‘放开这个或那个敌人吧，因为伤害他们是不正大光明的，残酷的。’我说，‘放开他们吧，因为我可不愿意他们被冤枉。’伊莎贝拉，如果他发现你是一个麻烦的负担，他会把你当作麻雀蛋似的捏碎。我知道他不会爱上一个林惇家的人。但是他也很可能跟你的财产和继承财产的希望结婚的。贪婪跟着他成长起来，成了易犯的罪恶。这就是我对他的写照。而且我是他的朋友——就因为如此，如果他真打算提到你，也许我应该不开口，让你掉在他的陷阱里去哩。”

林惇小姐对她嫂嫂大怒。

“羞，羞！”她生气地重复着，“你比二十个敌人还坏，你这恶毒的朋友！”

“啊，那么你不肯相信我？”凯瑟琳说，“你以为我说这些是出于阴险的自私心么？”

“我确实知道你是的，”伊莎贝拉反唇相讥，“而且我一想到你就发抖！”

“好！”另一个喊着。“如果你有那勇气，你就自己试试吧，我已经吃了亏。对于你的傲慢无礼，我也不跟你辩了。”

“可我还得为了她的自私自利活受罪！”当林惇夫人离开这屋子时，她抽泣着。“一切，一切都反对我。她把我的唯一的安慰也毁掉啦。可是她说的是假话，不是吗？希刺克厉夫先生不是一个恶魔，他有一个可尊敬的心灵，一个真实的灵魂，不然他怎么还会记得她呢？”

“把他从你的思想里撵出去吧，小姐，”我说。“他是一只不祥的鸟，不是你的配偶。林惇夫人说得过火些，可我驳不倒她。她比我，或比其他任何人，更熟悉他的心。而且她绝不会把他说得比他本人更坏。诚实的人不隐瞒他们所作的事。他怎么生活过来的？他怎么阔起来的？他为什么要住在呼啸山庄，那是他所痛恨的人的房子呀？他们说恩萧先生自从他到来之后越来越糟了。他们接二连三地整夜不睡，辛德雷把他的地也抵押出去了，什么事也不作，除了打牌喝酒。我只是在一星期以前才听说的——是约瑟夫告诉我的——我在吉默吞遇见他。‘耐莉！’他说，‘我们房子里的人得请个验尸官来验尸啦。都要死掉的一个为了拦住另一个像呆子似地扎自己，他本人也差点把手指头砍断。那就是主人，你知道，他想去受最高审判。他不怕那些裁判官，不怕保罗、彼得、约翰、马太①，他一个也不怕！他挺像——他还想厚着脸皮去见他们哩！还有你那个好孩子希刺克厉夫，你记得吧，他可是个宝贝！哪怕真正的魔鬼来玩把戏，他也会笑，把别人送掉。他去田庄时，就从来没说过他在我们这儿过的美妙的生活么？是这样的方式——太阳落时起床，掷骰子，白兰地，关上百叶窗，还有蜡烛，直到第二天中午——然后，那傻瓜就在他卧房里乒乒乓乓乱闹一场，使体面人都羞得用手指头堵起耳朵来。那个坏蛋呢，他倒能恬不知耻地又吃又喝，到邻居家跟人家老婆瞎扯去。当然啦，他会告诉凯瑟琳小姐她父亲的金钱是如何流到他口袋里去，她父亲的儿子倒如何流落在大街上，同时他跑到前面去给他打开栅栏吗？’听着，林惇小姐，约瑟夫是个老流氓，可不是撒谎的人。如果他所说的关于希刺克厉夫的行为是真实的话，你绝不会想要这么一个丈夫吧，你会吗？”

①保罗、彼得、约翰、马太——Paul，Peter，John，Matthew，全是耶稣的使徒。

“你跟别人勾结在一起，艾伦！”她回答。“我不要听你这些诽谤。你真是多毒辣呀，想让我相信这世界上没有幸福！”

如果让她自己想去，她是不是会丢开这场幻想，还是永久保存它呢，我从不能断定。她也没有什么时间多想了。第二天，邻城有个审判会议，我的主人不得不去参加，希刺克厉夫知道他不在，就来得比平时早些。凯瑟琳和伊莎贝拉坐在书房里，彼此敌对，可是谁也不吭声。小姐由于她最近的卤莽，还有她在一阵暴怒之下泄露了秘密的感情，颇感惊惶不安。而夫人已经考虑成熟，真的在对她的同伴呕气。如果她再笑她的无礼，就得让她瞧瞧对她这可不是什么可笑的事。当她看见希刺克厉夫走过窗前时，她真的笑了。我正在扫炉子，我注意到她嘴角上露出恶意的微笑。伊莎贝拉专心在冥想，也许在专心看书，直到门开时还那样呆着。再打算逃掉已是太迟了，如果办得到的话，她真愿意逃掉的。

“进来，对啦！”女主人开心地喊叫，拖一把椅子放在炉火边。“这里有两个人急需一个第三者来融解他们之间的冰块呢。你正是我们俩都会选择的人。希刺克厉夫，我很荣幸终于给你看到一个比我自己更痴心恋你的人。我希望你感到得意——不，不是耐莉；别瞧着她！我的可怜的小姑一想到你身体上与道德上的美，她的芳心都碎啦。你要是愿作埃德加的妹夫，你完全办得到！不，不，伊莎贝拉，你不要跑掉，”她接着说，带着假装闹着玩的神气，一把抓住那惊惶失措的姑娘，而她已经愤怒地站起来了。“我们为了你吵得像两只猫一样，希刺克厉夫。在诉说爱慕的誓言这方面，我可是给打败了。而且，已经通知我说，如果我只要懂得靠边站的规矩，我的情敌（她自己认为是这样的）就要把爱情的箭射进你的心灵，使你永不变心，而且把我的影子永远遗忘！”

“凯瑟琳！”伊莎贝拉说，想起了她的尊严，不屑跟那紧紧抓住她的拳头挣扎。“我得谢谢你照实话说，而不诽谤我，即使是在说笑话！希刺克厉夫先生，作作好事叫你这位朋友放开我吧——她忘记你我并不是亲密的朋友。她觉得有趣的事，在我可正是表达不出的痛苦呢。”

客人没有回答，都坐下了，对于她对他怀有什么样的情感，仿佛完全漠不关心。她又转身，低声热切地请求折磨的人快放开她。

“不行！”林惇夫人回答。“我不要再被人叫作马槽里的一只狗了，现在你得留在这儿。希刺克厉夫，你听了我这个好消息为什么不表示满意呢？伊莎贝拉发誓说埃德加对我的爱比起她对你的爱来是不足道的。我敢说她说了这一类的话，是不是，艾伦？而且自从前天散步以后她就又难过又愤怒，以致不吃不喝，就因为我把她从你身旁打发走了，认为你是不会接受她的。”

“我想你是冤枉她了，”希刺克厉夫说，把椅子转过来朝着她们。“无论如何，现在她是愿意离开我身边的！”

他就盯着这个谈话的对象，像是盯着一个古怪可憎的野兽一样：譬如说，从印度来的一条蜈蚣吧，不管它的样子引起了人的恶感，好奇心总会引人去观察它的。这个可怜的东西受不了这个，她脸上一阵红一阵白，同时眼泪盈眶，拚命用她的纤细的手指想把凯瑟琳的紧握的拳头扳开。而且看出来她才扳开她胳臂上的一个手指，另一个手指又把它抓住了，她不能把所有的手指一块扳开，她开始利用她的手指甲了。手指甲的锐利马上就在那扣留她的人的手上装饰上红红的月牙印子。

“好一个母老虎！”林惇夫人大叫，把她放开，痛得直甩她的手。“看在上帝的份上，滚吧，把你那泼妇的脸藏起来。当着他面就露出那些爪子可多笨呀！你不能想象他会得到什么结论吗？瞧，希刺克厉夫！这些是杀人的工具——你要当心你的眼睛啊。”

“如果这些一旦威胁到我头上，我就要把它们从手指头上拔掉，”当她跑掉后门关上时，他野蛮地回答。“可是你那样取笑这个东西是什么意思呢，凯蒂？你说的不是事实吧，是吗？”

“我跟你保证我说的是事实话，”她回答。“好几个星期以来她苦苦地想着你。今早又为你发了一阵疯，而且破口大骂，因为我很坦白地说出你的缺点，想缓和一下她的狂恋。可是不要再注意这事了。我只想惩罚她的无耻而已。我太喜欢她啦，我亲爱的希刺克厉夫，我不容你专横地把她抓住吞掉。”

“我是太不喜欢她了，因此不打算这样作，”他说，“除非用一种非常残酷的方式。如果我跟那个让人恶心的蜡脸同居，你会听到古怪事情的。最平常的是每隔一两天那张白脸上就要画上彩虹的颜色，而且蓝眼睛就要变成黑的，那双眼睛跟林惇的眼睛相像得令人讨厌。”

“讨人喜欢！”凯瑟琳说。“那是鸽子的眼睛——天使的眼睛！”

“她是她哥哥的继承人，是吧？”沉默了一会，他问。

“想到这个，我就要抱歉了，”他的同伴回答。“有半打侄子将要取消她的权利哩。谢谢老天！目前，你不要把你的心思放在这事上吧。你太贪你邻人的财产。记住，这份邻人的财产是我的。”

“如果是我的，也还是一样，”希刺克厉夫说。“可是虽然伊莎贝拉·林惇痴，她可不疯。而且——一句话，如你所说，我们不谈这事吧。”

他们嘴上是不谈了，而且凯瑟琳大概真的把这事忘了，我可确实感到另一个人在那天晚上常常反复思索着。只要是林惇夫人一离开这间房子，我就看见他自己在微笑——简直是在狞笑——而且沉入凶险的冥想中。

我决心观察他的动向。我的心毫不更变地总是依附在主人身边，而不是在凯瑟琳那边。我想是有理由的，因为他仁慈、忠厚，而且可敬；而她——她也不能说是正相反。但是她仿佛过于放任自己，因此我对她的为人缺少信心，对她的情感更少同情。我愿意有什么事发生，这事可以产生这种效果，使呼啸山庄与田庄都平静地脱离了希刺克厉夫，让我们还像他没来以前那样过日子。他的拜访对于我像是种时时袭来的梦魇，我猜想，对于我的主人也是的。他住在山庄成了一种没法解释的压迫。我感觉上帝在那儿丢下了这迷途的羔羊，任它胡乱游荡，而一只恶兽暗暗徘徊在那只羊与羊栏之间，伺机跳起来毁灭它。

亦汐

Chapter 10



A charming introduction to a hermit's life! Four weeks' torture, tossing, and sickness! Oh! these bleak winds and bitter northern skies, and impassable roads, and dilatory country surgeons! And, oh, this dearth of the human physiognomy! and, worse than all, the terrible intimation of Kenneth that I need not expect to be out of doors till spring!

Mr Heathcliff has just honoured me with a calls About seven days ago he sent me a brace of grouse--the last of the season. Scoundrel! He is not altogether guiltless in this illness of mine; and that I had a great mind to tell him. But, alas! how could I offend a man who was charitable enough to sit at my bedside a good hour, and talk on some other subject than pills and draughts, blisters and leeches? This is quite an easy interval. I am too weak to read; yet I feel as if I could enjoy something interesting. Why not have up Mrs Dean to finish her tale? I can recollect its chief incidents as far as she had gone. Yes: I remember her hero had run off, and never been heard of for three years; and the heroine was married. I'll ring: she'll be delighted to find me capable of talking cheerfully. Mrs Dean came.

`It wants twenty minutes, sir, to taking the medicine,' she commenced.

`Away, away with it!' I replied; `I desire to have---'

`The doctor says you must drop the powders.'

`With all my heart! Don't interrupt me. Come and take your seat here. Keep your fingers from that bitter phalanx of vials. Draw your knitting out of your pocket--that will do--now continue the history of Mr Heathcliff, from where you left off, to the present day. Did he finish his education on the Continent, and come back a gentleman? or. did he get a sizar's place at college, or escape to America, and earn honours by drawing blood from his foster-country? or make a fortune more promptly on the English highways?'

`He may have done a little in all these vocations, Mr Lockwood; but I couldn't give my word for any. I stated before that I didn't know how he gained his money; neither am I aware of the means he took to raise his mind from the savage ignorance into which it was sunk: but, with your leave, I'll proceed in my own fashion, if you think it will amuse and not weary you. Are you feeling better this morning?'

`Much.'

`That's good news. I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Grange; and, to my agreeable disappointment, she behaved infinitely better than I dared expect. She seemed almost over fond of Mr Linton; and even to his sister she showed plenty of affection. They were both very attentive to her comfort, certainly. It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions; one stood erect, and the others yielded: and who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference? I observed that Mr Edgar had a deeprooted fear of ruffling her humour. He concealed it from her; but if ever he heard me answer sharply, or saw any other servant grow cloudy at some imperious order of hers, he would show his trouble by a frown of displeasure that never darkened on his own account. He many a time spoke sternly to me about my pertness; and averred that the stab of a knife could not inflict a worse pang than he suffered at seeing his lady vexed. Not to grieve a kind master, I learned to be less touchy; and, for the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it. Catherine had seasons of gloom and silence now and then: they were respected with sympathizing silence by her husband, who ascribed them to an alteration in her constitution, produced by her perilous illness; as she was never subject to depression of spirits before. The return of sunshine was welcomed by answering sunshine from him. I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness.

It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering; and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the ones interest was not the chief consideration in the other's thoughts. On a mellow evening in September, I was coming from the garden with a heavy basket of apples which I had been gathering. It had got dusk, and the moon looked over the high wall of the court, causing undefined shadows to lurk in the corners of the numerous projecting portions of the building. I set my burden on the house steps by the kitchen door, and lingered to rest, and drew in a few more breaths of the soft, sweet air; my eyes were on the moon, and my back to the entrance, when I heard a voice behind me say--

`Nelly, is that you?'

It was a deep voice, and foreign in tone; yet there was something in the manner of pronouncing my name which made it sound familiar. I turned about to discover who spoke, fearfully; for the doors were shut, and I had seen nobody on approaching the steps. Something stirred in the porch; and, moving nearer, I distinguished a tall man dressed in dark clothes, with dark face and hair. He leant against the side, and held his fingers on the latch as if intending to open for himself. `Who can it be?' I thought. `Mr Earnshaw? Oh, no! The voice has no resemblance to his.'

`I have waited here an hour,' he resumed, while I continued staring; `and the whole of that time all round has been as still as death. I dared not enter. You do not know me? Look, I'm not a stranger!'

A ray fell on his features; the cheeks were sallow, and half covered with black whiskers; the brows lowering, the eyes deep set and singular. I remembered the eyes.

`What!' I cried, uncertain whether to regard him as a worldly visitor, and I raised my hands in amazement. What! you come back? Is it really you? Is it?'

`Yes, Heathcliff,' he replied, glancing from me up to the windows, which reflected a score of glittering moons, but showed no lights from within. `Are they at home? where is she? Nelly, you are not glad! you needn't be so disturbed. Is she here? Speak! I want to have one word with her--your mistress. Go, and say some person from Gimmerton desires to see her.'

`How will she take it?' I exclaimed. `What will she do? The surprise bewilders me--it will put her out of her head! And you are Heathcliff! But altered! Nay, there's no comprehending it. Have you been for a soldier?'

`Go and carry my message,' he interrupted impatiently. `I'm in hell till you do!'

He lifted the latch, and I entered; but when I got to the parlour where Mr and Mrs Linton were, I could not persuade myself to proceed. At length, I resolved on making an excuse to ask if they would have the candles lighted, and I opened the door.

They sat together in a window whose lattice lay back against the wall, and displayed, beyond the garden trees and the wild green park, the valley of Gimmerton, with a long line of mist winding nearly to its top (for very soon after you pass the chapel, as you may have noticed, the sough that runs from the marshes joins a beck which follows the bend of the glen). Wuthering Heights rose above this silvery vapour; but our old house was invisible; it rather dips down on the other side. Both the room and its occupants, and the scene they gazed on, looked wondrously peaceful. I shrank reluctantly from performing my errand; and was actually going away leaving it unsaid, after having put my question about the candles, when a sense of my folly compelled me to return, and mutter--`A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, ma'am.'

`What does he want?' asked Mrs Linton.

`I did not question him,' I answered.

`Well, close the curtains, Nelly,' she said; `and bring up tea. I'll be back again directly.'

She quitted the apartment; Mr Edgar inquired, carelessly, who it was.

`Someone mistress does not expect,' I replied. `That Heathcliff--you recollect him, sir,--who used to live at Mr Earnshaw's.'

`What! the gipsy--the ploughboy?' he cried. `Why did you not say so to Catherine?'

`Hush! you must not call him by those names, master,' I said. `She'd be sadly grieved to hear you. She was nearly heartbroken when he ran off. I guess his return will make a jubilee to her.'

Mr Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. He unfastened it and leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed quickly--`Don't stand there, love! Bring the person in, if it be anyone particular.' Ere long I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew upstairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.

`Oh, Edgar, Edgar!' she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. `Oh Edgar, darling! Heathcliff's come back-he is!' And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.

`Well, well,' cried her husband crossly, `don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!'

`I know you didn't like him,' she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her delight. `Yet, for my sake, you must be friends now. Shall I tell him to come up?'

`Here?' he said, `into the parlour?'

`Where else?' she asked.

He looked vexed, and suggested the kitchen as a more suitable place for him. Mrs Linton eyed him with a droll expression--half angry, half laughing at his fastidiousness.

`No,' she added after a while; `I cannot sit in the kitchen. Set two tables here, Ellen: one for your master and Miss Isabella, being gentry; the other for Heathcliff and myself, being of the lower orders. Will that please you, dear? Or must I have a fire lighted elsewhere? If so, give directions. I'll run down and secure my guest. I'm afraid the joy is too great to be real!'

She was about to dart off again; but Edgar arrested her.

`You bid him step up,' he said, addressing me! `and, Catherine, try to be glad, without being absurd! the whole household need not witness the sight of your welcoming a runaway servant as a brother.'

I descended and found Heathcliff waiting under the porch, evidently anticipating an invitation to enter. He followed my guidance without waste of words, and I ushered him into the presence of the master and mistress, whose flushed cheeks betrayed signs of warm talking. But the lady's glowed with another feeling when her friend appeared at the door: she sprang forward, took both his hands, and led him to Linton; and then she seized Linton's reluctant fingers and crushed them into his. Now fully revealed by the fire and candlelight, I was amazed, more than ever, to behold the transformation of Heathcliff. He had grown a tall, athletic, well-formed man; beside whom, my master seemed quite slender and youth-like. His upright carriage suggested the idea of his having been in the army. His countenance was much older in expression and decision of feature than Mr Linton's; it looked intelligent, and retained no marks of former degradation. A half-civilized ferocity lurked yet in the depressed brows and eyes full of black fire, but it was subdued; and his manner was even dignified: quite divested of roughness, though too stern for grace. My master's surprise equalled or exceeded mine: he remained for a minute at a loss how to address the ploughboy, as he had called him. Heathcliff dropped his slight hand, and stood looking at him coolly till he chose to speak.

`Sit down, sir,' he said, at length. `Mrs Linton, recalling old times, would have me give you a cordial reception; and, of course, I am gratified when anything occurs to please her.'

`And I also,' answered Heathcliff, `especially if it be anything in which I have a part. I shall stay an hour or two willingly.'

He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers. They were too much absorbed in their mutual joy to suffer embarrassment. Not so Mr Edgar: he grew pale with pure annoyance: a feeling that reached its climax when his lady rose, and stepping across the rug, seized Heathcliff's hands again, and laughed like one beside herself.

`I shall think it a dream tomorrow!' she cried. `I shall not be able to believe that I have seen, and touched, and spoken to you once more. And yet, cruel Heathcliff! you don't deserve this welcome. To be absent and silent for three years, and never to think of me!'

亦汐

`A little more than you have thought of me,' he murmured. `I heard of your marriage, Cathy, not long since; and, while waiting in the yard below, I meditated this plan:--just to have one glimpse of your face, a stare of surprise, perhaps, and pretended pleasure; afterwards settle my score with Hindley; and then prevent the law by doing execution on myself. Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind; but beware of meeting me with another aspect next time! Nay, you'll not drive me off again. You were really sorry for me, were you? Well, there was cause. I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!'

`Catherine, unless we are to have cold tea, please to come to the table,' interrupted Linton, striving to preserve his ordinary tone, and a due measure of politeness. `Mr Heathcliff will have a long walk, wherever he may lodge tonight; and I'm thirsty.'

She took her post before the urn; and Miss Isabella came, summoned by the bell; then, having handed their chairs forward, I left the room. The meal hardly endured ten minutes. Catherine's cup was never filled: she could neither eat nor drink. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer, and scarcely swallowed a mouthful. Their guest did not protract his stay that evening above an hour longer. I asked, as he departed, if he went to Gimmerton?

`No, to Wuthering Heights,' he answered: `Mr Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.'

Mr Earnshaw invited him! and he called on Mr Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.

About the middle of the night, I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs Linton gliding into my chamber, taking a seat on my bedside, and pulling me by the hair to rouse me.

`I cannot rest, Ellen,' she said, by way of apology. `And I want some living creature to keep me company in my happiness! Edgar is sulky, because I'm glad of a thing that does not interest him: he refuses to open his mouth, except to utter pettish, silly speeches; and he affirmed I was cruel and selfish for wishing to talk when he was so sick and sleepy. He always contrives to be sick at the least cross! I gave a few sentences of commendation to Heathcliff, and he, either for a headache or a pang of envy, began to cry: so I got up and left him.'

`What use is it praising Heathcliff to him?' I answered. `As lads they had an aversion to each other, and Heathcliff would hate just as much to hear him praised: it's human nature. Let Mr Linton alone about him, unless you would like an open quarrel between them.'

`But does it not show great weakness?' pursued she. `I'm not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of Isabella's yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin, at her dainty elegance, and the fondness all the family exhibit for her. Even you, Nelly, if we have a dispute sometimes, you back Isabella at once; and I yield like a foolish mother: I call her a darling, and flatter her into a good temper. It pleases her brother to see us cordial, and that pleases me. But they are very much alike: they are spoiled children, and fancy the world was made for their accommodation; and though I humour both, I think a smart chastisement might improve them, all the same.'

`You're mistaken, Mrs Linton,' said I. `They humour you: I know what there would be to do if they did not. You can well afford to indulge their passing whims as long as their business is to anticipate all your desires. You may, however, fall out, at last, over something of equal consequence to both sides; and then those you term weak are very capable of being as obstinate as you.'

`And then we shall fight to the death, shan't we, Nelly?' she returned, laughing. `No! I tell you, I have such faith in Linton's love, that I believe I might kill him, and he wouldn't wish to retaliate.'

I advised her to value him the more for his affection.

`I do,' she answered, `but he needn't resort to whining for trifles. It is childish; and, instead of melting into tears because I said that Heathcliff was now worthy of anyone's regard, and it would honour the first gentleman in the country to be his friend, he ought to have said it for me, and been delighted from sympathy. He must get accustomed to him, and he may as well like him: considering how Heathcliff has reason to object to him, I'm sure he behaved excellently!'

`What do you think of his going to Wuthering Heights?' I inquired. `He is reformed in every respect, apparently: quite a Christian: offering the right hand of fellowship to his enemies all around!'

`He explained it,' she replied. `I wondered as much as you. He said he called to gather information concerning me from you, supposing you resided there still; and Joseph told Hindley, who came out and fell to questioning him of what he had been doing, and how he had been living; and finally, desired him to walk in. There were some persons sitting at cards; Heathcliff joined them; my brother lost some money to him, and, finding him plentifully supplied, he requested that he would come again in the evening: to which he consented. Hindley is too reckless to select his acquaintance prudently: he doesn't trouble himself to reflect on the causes he might have for mistrusting one whom he has basely injured. But Heathcliff affirms his principal reason for resuming a connection with his ancient persecutor is a wish to install himself in quarters at walking distance from the Grange, and an attachment to the house where we lived together; and likewise a hope that I shall have more opportunities of seeing him there than I could have if he settled in Gimmerton. He means to offer liberal payment for permission to lodge at the Heights; and doubtless my brother's covetousness will prompt him to accept the terms: he was always greedy; though what he grasps with one hand he flings away with the other.'

`It's a nice place for a young man to fix his dwelling in!' said I. `Have you no fear of the consequences, `Mrs Linton?'

`None for my friend,' she replied: `his strong head will keep him from danger; a little for Hindley: but he can't be made morally worse than he is; and I stand between him and bodily harm. The event of this evening has reconciled me to God and humanity! I had risen in angry rebellion against Providence. Oh, I've endured very, very bitter misery, Nelly! If that creature knew how bitter, he'd be ashamed to cloud its removal with idle petulance. It was kindness for him which induced me to bear it alone: had I expressed the agony I frequently felt, he would have been taught to long for its alleviation as ardently as l. However, it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly; I can afford to suffer anything hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but, I'd ask pardon for provoking it; and, as a proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly. Good night! I'm an angel!'

In this self-complacent conviction she departed; and the success of her fulfilled resolution was obvious on the morrow: Mr Linton had not only abjured his peevishness (though his spirits seemed still subdued by Catherine's exuberance of vivacity), but he ventured no objection to her taking Isabella with her to Wuthering Heights in the afternoon; and she rewarded him with such a summer of sweetness and affection in return, as made the house a paradise for several days; both master and servants profiting from the perpetual sunshine.

Heathcliff--Mr Heathcliff I should say in future--used the liberty of visiting at Thrushcross Grange cautiously, at first: he seemed estimating how far its owner would bear his intrusion. Catherine, also, deemed it judicious to moderate her expressions of pleasure in receiving him; and he gradually established his right to be expected. He retained a great deal of the reserve for which his boyhood was remarkable; and that served to repress all startling demonstrations of feeling. My master's uneasiness experienced a lull, and further circumstances diverted it into another channel for a space.

亦汐

His new source of trouble sprang from the not anticipated misfortune of Isabella Linton evincing a sudden and irresistible attraction towards the tolerated guest. She was at that time a charming young lady of eighteen; infantile in manners, though possessed of keen wit, keen feelings, and a keen temper, too, if irritated. Her brother, who loved her tenderly, was appalled at this fantastic preference. Leaving aside the degradation of an alliance with a nameless man, and the possible fact that his property, in default of heirs male, might pass into such a one's power, he had sense to comprehend Heathcliff's disposition: to know that, though his exterior was altered, his mind was unchangeable and unchanged. And he dreaded that mind: it revolted him: he shrank forebodingly from the idea of committing Isabella to his keeping. He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no reciprocation of sentiment; for the minute he discovered its existence, he laid the blame on Heathcliff's deliberate designing.

We had all remarked, during some time, that Miss Linton fretted and pined over something. She grew cross and wearisome; snapping at and teasing Catherine continually, at the imminent risk of exhausting her limited patience. We excused her, to a certain extent, on the plea of ill-health: she was dwindling and fading before our eyes. But one day, when she had been peculiarly wayward, rejecting her breakfast, complaining that the servants did not do what she told them; that the mistress would allow her to be nothing in the house, and Edgar neglected her; that she had caught a cold with the doors being left open, and we let the parlour fire go out on purpose to vex her, with a hundred yet more frivolous accusations, Mrs Linton peremptorily insisted that she should get to bed; and, having scolded her heartily, threatened to send for the doctor. Mention of Kenneth caused her to exclaim, instantly, that her health was perfect, and it was only Catherine's harshness which made her unhappy.

`How can you say I am harsh, you naughty fondling?' cried the mistress, amazed at the unreasonable assertion. `You are surely losing your reason. When have I been harsh, tell me?'

`Yesterday,' sobbed Isabella, `and now!'

`Yesterday!' said her sister-in-law. `On what occasion?'

`In our walk along the moor: you told me to ramble where I pleased, while you sauntered on with Mr Heathcliff!'

`And that's your notion of harshness?' said Catherine, laughing. `It was no hint that your company was superfluous: we didn't care whether you kept with us or not; I merely thought Heathcliffs talk would have nothing entertaining for your ears.

`Oh no,' wept the young lady; `you wished me away, because you knew I liked to be there!'

`Is she sane?' asked Mrs Linton, appealing to me. `I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you.'

`I don't mind the conversation,' she answered: `I wanted to be with---'

`Well!' said Catherine, perceiving her hesitate to complete the sentence.

`With him: and I won't be always sent off!' she continued, kindling up. `You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!'

`You are an impertinent little monkey!' exclaimed Mrs Linton, in surprise. `But I'll not believe this idiocy! It is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff--that you consider him an agreeable person! I hope I have misunderstood you, Isabella?'

`No, you have not,' said the infatuated girl. `I love him more than ever you loved Edgar; and he might love me, if you would let him!'

`I wouldn't be you for a kingdom, then!' Catherine declared emphatically: and she seemed to speak sincerely. `Nelly, help me to convince her of her madness. Tell her what Heathcliff is: an unreclaimed creature, without refinement, without cultivation: an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day, as recommend you to bestow your heart on him! It is deplorable ignorance of his character, child, and nothing else, which makes that dream enter your head. Pray, don't imagine that he conceals depths of benevolence and affection beneath a stern exterior! He's not a rough diamond--a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic: he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man. I never say to him, "Let this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them"; I say, "Let them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged": and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella, if he found you a troublesome charge. I know he couldn't love a Linton; and yet he'd be quite capable of marrying your fortune and expectations! avarice is growing with him a besetting sin. There's my picture: and I'm his friend--so much so, that had he thought seriously to catch you, I should, perhaps, have held my tongue, and let you fall into his trap.'

Miss Linton regarded her sister-in-law with indignation.

`For shame! for shame!' she repeated angrily, `you are worse than twenty foes, you poisonous friend!'

`Ah! you won't believe me, then?' said Catherine. `You think I speak from wicked selfishness?'

`I'm certain you do,' retorted Isabella; `and I shudder at you!'

`Good!' cried the other. `Try for yourself, if that be your spirit: I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.'

`And I must suffer for her egotism!' she sobbed, as Mrs Linton left the room. `All, all is against me; she has blighted my single consolation. But she uttered falsehoods, didn't she? Mr Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her?'

`Banish him from your thoughts, miss,' I said. `He's a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs Linton spoke strongly, and yet I can't contradict her. She is better acquainted with his heart than I, or anyone besides; and she would never represent him as worse than he is. Honest people don't hide their deeds. How has he been living? how has he got rich? why is he staying at Wuthering Heights, the house of a man whom he abhors? They say Mr Earnshaw is worse and worse since he came. They sit up all night together continually, and Hindley has been borrowing money on his land, and does nothing but play and drink: I heard only a week ago--it was Joseph who told me--I met him at Gimmerton: "Nelly," he said, "we's hae a crahnr's `quest enah, at ahr folks. One on `em's a'most getten his finger cut off wi' hauding t'other froo' sticking hisseln loike a cawlf. That's maister, yah knaw, `ut's soa up uh going tuh t' grand `sizes. He's noan feard uh t' bench uh judges, norther Paul, nur Peter, nur John, nur Matthew, nor noan on `em, nut he! He fair likes--he langs to set his brazened face agean `em! And yon bonny lad Heathcliff, yah mind, he's a rare `un! He can girn a laugh as weel's onybody at a raight divil's jest. Does he niver say nowt of his fine living amang us, when he goas tuh t' Grange? This is t' way on't:--up at sundahn; dice, brandy, cloised shutters, und can'le-lught till next day at nooin: then, t fooil gangs banning un raving to his cham'er, makking dacent fowks dig thur fingers i' thur lugs fur varry shaume; un' the knave, wah he carn cahnt his brass, un' ate, un' sleep, un' off to his neighbour's tuh gossip wi' t' wife. I' course, he tells Dame Catherine hah hor father's goold runs intuh his pocket, and her father's son gallops dahn t' Broad road, while he flees afore to oppen t' pikes?" Now, Miss Linton, Joseph is an old rascal, but no liar; and, if his account of Heathcliff's conduct be true, you would never think of desiring such a husband, would you?'

`You are leagued with the rest, Ellen!' she replied. `I'll not listen to your slanders. What malevolence you must have to wish to convince me that there is no happiness in the world!'

Whether she would have got over this fancy if left to herself or persevered in nursing it perpetually, I cannot say: she had little time to reflect. The day after, there was a justice-meeting at the next town; my master was obliged to attend; and Mr Heathcliff, aware of his absence, called rather earlier than usual. Catherine and Isabella were sitting in the library, on hostile terms, but silent. The latter alarmed at her recent indiscretion, and the disclosure she had made of her secret feelings in a transient fit of passion; the former, on mature consideration, really offended with her companion; and, if she laughed again at her pertness, inclined to make it no laughing matter to her. She did laugh as she saw Heathcliff pass the window. I was sweeping the hearth, and I noticed a mischievous smile on her lips. Isabella, absorbed in her meditations, or a book, remained till the door opened; and it was too late to attempt an escape, which she would gladly have done had it been practicable.

`Come in, that's right!' exclaimed the mistress gaily, pulling a chair to the fire. `Here are two people sadly in need of a third to thaw the ice between them; and you are the very one we should both of us choose. Heathcliff, I'm proud to show you, at last, somebody that dotes on you more than myself. I expect you to feel flattered. Nay, it's not Nelly; don't look at her! My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty. It lies in your own power to be Edgar's brother! No, no, Isabella, you shan't run off,' she continued, arresting, with feigned playfulness, the confounded girl, who had risen indignantly. `We were quarrelling like cats about you, Heathcliff; and I was fairly beaten in protestations of devotion and admiration: and, moreover, I was informed that if I would but have the manners to stand aside, my rival, as she will ha"e herself to be, would shoot a shaft into your soul that would fix you for ever, and send my image into eternal oblivion!'

`Catherine!' said Isabella, calling up her dignity, and disdaining to struggle from the tight grasp that held her. `I'd thank you to adhere to the truth and not slander me, even in joke! Mr Heathcliff, be kind enough to bid this friend of yours release me: she forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances; and what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression.'

As the guest answered nothing, but took his seat, and looked thoroughly indifferent what sentiments she cherished concerning him, she turned and whispered an earnest appeal for liberty to her tormentor.

`By no means!' cried Mrs Linton in answer. `I won't be named a dog in the manger again. You shall stay: now then! Heathcliff, why don't you evince satisfaction at my pleasant news? Isabella swears that the love Edgar has for me is nothing to that she entertains for you. I'm sure she made some speech of the kind; did she not, Ellen? And she has fasted ever since the day before yesterday's walk, from sorrow and rage that I dispatched her out of your society under the idea of its being unacceptable.

`I think you belie her,' said Heathcliff, twisting his chair to face them. `She wishes to be out of my society now, at any rate!' And he stared hard at the object of discourse, as one might do at a strange repulsive animal: a centipede from the Indies, for instance, which curiosity leads one to examine in spite of the aversion it raises. The poor thing couldn't bear that: she grew white and red in rapid succession, and, while tears beaded her lashes, bent the strength of her small fingers to loosen the firm clutch of Catherine; and perceiving that as fast as she raised one finger off her arm another closed down, and she could not remove the whole together, she began to make use of her nails; and their sharpness presently ornamented the detainer's with crescents of red.

`There's a tigress!' exclaimed Mrs Linton, setting her free, and shaking her hand with pain. `Begone, for God's sake, and hide your vixen face! How foolish to reveal those talons to him. Can't you fancy the conclusions he'll draw? Look, Heathcliff! they are instruments that will do execution--you must beware of your eyes.

`I'd wrench them off her fingers, if they ever menaced me,' he answered brutally, when the door had closed after her. `But what did you mean by teasing the creature in that manner, Cathy? You were not speaking the truth, were you?'

`I assure you I was,' she returned. `She has been pining for your sake several weeks; and raving about you this morning, and pouring forth a deluge of abuse, because I represented your failings in a plain light, for the purpose of mitigating her adoration. But don't notice it further: I wished to punish her sauciness, that's all. I like her too well, my dear Heathcliff, to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.'

`And I like her too ill to attempt it,' said he, `except in a very ghoulish fashion. You'd hear of odd things if I lived alone with that mawkish, waxen face: the most ordinary would be painting on its white the colours of the rainbow, and turning the blue eyes black, every day or two: they detestably resemble Linton's.'

`Delectably!' observed Catherine. `They are dove's eyes--angel's!'

`She's her brother's heir, is she not?' he asked, after a brief silence.

`I should be sorry to think so,' returned his companion. `Half a dozen nephews shall erase her title, please Heaven! Abstract your mind from the subject at present: you are too prone to covet your neighbour's goods; remember this neighbour's goods are mine.'

`If they were mine, they would be none the less that,' said Heathcliff; `but though Isabella Linton may be silly, she is scarcely mad; and, in short, we'll dismiss the matter, as you advise.'

From their tongues they did dismiss it; and Catherine, probably, from her thoughts. The other, I felt certain, recalled it often in the course of the evening. I saw him smile to himself--grin rather--and lapse into ominous musing whenever Mrs Linton had occasion to be absent from the apartment.

I determined to watch his movements. My heart invariably cleaved to the master's, in preference to Catherine's side: with reason I imagined, for he was kind, and trustful, and honourable; and she--she could not be called the opposite, yet she seemed to allow herself such wide latitude, that I had little faith in her principles, and still less sympathy for her feelings. I wanted something to happen which might have the effect of freeing both Wuthering Heights and the Grange of Mr Heathcliff, quietly; leaving us as we had been prior to his advent. His visits were a continual nightmare to me; and, I suspected, to my master also. His abode at the Heights was an oppression past explaining. I felt that God had forsaken the stray sheep there to its own wicked wanderings, and an evil beast prowled between it and the fold, waiting his time to spring and destroy.

　

亦汐

第十一章




有时候，我独自冥想着这些事情时，就猛然恐怖地站起来，戴上帽子去看看庄园的情形怎么样。我相信我良心上觉得有责任去警告他：人们是在如何谈论着他的行动，然后我记起他那顽固的恶习，要把他改好是没希望的，我就不愿意再走进那阴惨惨的房子，怀疑我的话是否为人家接受。

有一回我到吉默吞去，绕道经过那古老的大门。大概就是我的故事正讲到的那个时期——一个晴朗而严寒的下午，地面是光秃秃的，道路又硬又干。我来到有一块大石头的地方，那儿大路岔开，左手一边通到荒野，有一根粗糙的沙柱，北面刻着W．H．，东面是G．，西南面是T．G．①。这是作为去田庄、山庄和村子的指路碑用的。太阳把它的灰顶照得黄黄的，使我想起了夏天。我说不出为什么，只是一霎时，一股孩子时的情感涌进我的心里。二十年前辛德雷和我们这儿当作留连忘返的地方。我对这块被风吹雨打的岩石盯了很久；又蹲下来，看见靠近地底下那一个洞，仍然装满了蜗牛和碎石子。这些东西以及另外一些容易消灭的东西都是我们喜欢储藏在那儿的。而且，像现实一样地鲜明，我好像看见我早年的游伴坐在那干枯的草皮上。他那黑黑的方方的头向前俯着，他的小手在用一块瓦掘土。

①W．H．原文Wuthering Heights之缩写，即呼啸山庄。G．原文Gimmerton之缩写，即吉默吞。T．G．原文Thrushcross Grange之缩写，即画眉田庄。

“可怜的辛德雷！”我不禁叫出声来。我吓了一跳——我的肉眼一时恍惚，仿佛看见这孩子抬起脸来，而且直瞪着我！一眨眼工夫那张脸就消失了；可是，我立刻感到一种不可抗拒的渴望想到山庄去。迷信迫使我遵从了这个冲动——“假使他死了呢！”我想，“或者快死了吧！——恐怕这是个死的预兆吧！”

我越走近那所房子，我就越激动，等到一看到它，我四肢都发抖了。那个幻觉中的鬼怪已经赶到了我前面，它站在那儿隔道门栏望着我。那就是在我看到一个有着卷发和棕色眼睛的男孩，把他的红脸靠在门栏上时，我所起的第一个念头。再一回想到这一定是哈里顿。我的哈里顿，自从我在十个月以前离开他以后，他并没有多大改变。

”天保佑你，宝贝！”我嚷道，立刻把我那愚蠢的恐惧忘掉了。“哈里顿，是耐莉呀！耐莉，你的保姆。”

他向后退，使我没法碰到他，而且拣起一块大硬石头。

“我是来看你父亲的，哈里顿，”我又说，从这举动中猜出，即使耐莉还活在他的记忆里的话，他也不认识我就是耐莉了。

他举起他的飞镖要掷。我开始说一套好话，可是不能止住他的手。那块石头掷中我的帽子，随之而来的是从这小家伙的口里吐出来一串结结巴巴的咒骂，也不知道他自己是否理解在骂些什么，但他这样出口骂人十分老练，还有一套恶狠狠的腔调。而且把他的娃娃面孔扭成一种令人吃惊的恶相。你会相信这模样使我生气，更使我痛苦。我都几乎要哭了。我又从口袋里拿出一只桔子，用它来向他讲和。他犹豫着，然后从我手里抢过去，好像他猜想我只是打算引诱他，再让他失望似的。我又拿一只给他看，却不让他拿到。

“谁教你说那些坏话的，我的孩子？”我问。“是副牧师吗？”

“该死的副牧师，还有你！给我那个。”他回答。

“告诉我你在哪儿念书，你就可以拿到这个，”我说。“你的老师是谁？”

“鬼爸爸，”这是他的回答。

“你跟爸爸学了什么呢？”我继续问。

他跳起来要抢水果，我举得更高。“他教你什么？”我问。

“没教什么，”他说，“就叫我躲开他。爸爸才受不了我呢，因为我乱骂他。”

“啊！鬼教你去乱骂爸爸啦？”我说。

“嗯——不是，”他慢腾腾地说。

“那么，是谁呢？”

“希刺克厉夫。”

我问他喜欢不喜欢希刺克厉夫先生。

“嗯，”他又回答了。

我想知道他喜欢他的理由，只听到这些话：“我不知道——爸爸怎么对付我，他就怎么对付爸爸——他骂爸爸因为爸爸骂我。他说我想干什么，就该去干。”

“那么副牧师也不教你读书写字了吗？”我追问着。

“不教了，我听说副牧师要是跨进门槛的话，就要——把他的牙打进他的——喉咙里去——希刺克厉夫答应过的！”

我把桔子放在他的手里，叫他去告诉他父亲，有一个名叫丁耐莉的女人在花园门口等着要跟他说话。他顺着小路走去，进了屋子。但是，辛德雷没有来，希刺克厉夫却在门阶上出现了，我马上转身，拚命往大路跑去，一步也没停地直到我到了指路碑那儿，吓得我像是见了鬼一样。这事和伊莎贝拉小姐的事情并没多少关联，只是这促使我更加下决心严加提防，而且尽我最大的力量来制止这类恶劣的影响蔓延到田庄上来，即使我会因此惹得林惇夫人不痛快而引起一场家庭风波也不在乎。

下一回希刺克厉夫来，我的小姐凑巧在院子里喂鸽子。她有三天没跟她嫂嫂说一句话了，可是她也不再怨天尤人了，这使我们深感宽慰。我知道，希刺克厉夫对林惇小姐向来没有献一下不必要的殷勤的习惯。现在，他一看见她，他的第一个警戒的动作却是对屋前面扫视一下。我正站在厨房窗前，可是我退后了不让他看见我，然后他穿过石路到她跟前，说了些什么。她仿佛很窘，直想走开。为了不让她走，他抓住她的胳膊。她把脸掉过去，显然他提出了一些她不想回答的问题。他又很快地溜一眼房屋，以为没人看见他，这流氓竟厚颜无耻地拥抱她了。

“犹大①背信的人！”我突然叫出声来。“而且你是个假冒为善的人，不是吗？一个存心欺人的骗子。”

①犹大——耶稣十二门徒之一，后来背信弃义将耶稣出卖给敌人，因此耶稣被钉在十字架上而死。

“是谁呀，耐莉？”在我的身旁发出了凯瑟琳的声音。我专心看外面这一对，竟没有注意她进来。

“你的不值一文的朋友！”我激动地回答，“就是那边那个鬼鬼祟祟的流氓。啊，他瞅见我们啦——他进来啦！既然他告诉过你他恨她，那么不知道他现在还有没有诡计找个巧妙的借口来解释他在向小姐求爱？”

林惇夫人看见伊莎贝拉把自己挣脱开，跑到花园里去了。一分钟以后，希刺克厉夫开了门。我忍不住要发泄一点我的愤怒，可是凯瑟琳生气地坚持不许我吭声，而且威吓我，说我如果敢于狂妄地出口不逊，她就要命令我离开厨房。

“人家要是听见你的话，还以为你是女主人哩！”她喊。

“你要安于你的本分，希刺克厉夫，你这是干吗，惹起这场乱子？我说过你千万不要惹伊莎贝拉！我求你不要，除非你已经不愿意在这里受到接待，而愿意林惇对你飨以闭门羹！”

“上帝禁止他这样做！”这个恶棍回答。这当儿我恨透了他。“上帝会使他柔顺而有耐心的！我一天天越来越想把他送到天堂上去，想得都发狂了呢！”

“嘘！”凯瑟琳说，关上里面的门。“不要惹我烦恼了。你为什么不顾我的请求呢？是她故意找你么？”

“跟你有什么关系？”他怨声怨气地说。“如果她愿意的话，我就有权利吻她，而你没有权利反对。我不是你的丈夫，你用不着为了我而嫉妒！”

“我不是为你嫉妒，”女主人回答，“我是出于对你的爱护。脸色开朗些，你不必对我皱眉头！如果你喜欢伊莎贝拉，你就娶她。可是你喜欢她么？说实话，希刺克厉夫！哪，你不肯回答。我就知道你不喜欢！”

“而且林惇先生会同意他妹妹嫁给那个人吗？”我问。

“林惇先生会同意的，”我那夫人决断地回嘴。

“他不用给自己找这麻烦，”希刺克厉夫说，“没有他的批准，我也能照样作。至于你，凯瑟琳，现在，我们既然走到这步，我倒有心说几句话。我要你明白我是知道你曾经对待我很恶毒——很恶毒！你听见吗？如果你自以为我没有看出来，那你才是个傻子哩。如果你以为可以用甜言蜜语来安慰我，那你就是个白痴。如果你幻想我将忍受下去，不想报复，那就在最短期间，我就要使你信服，这恰恰相反！同时，谢谢你告诉我你的小姑的秘密，我发誓我要尽量利用它。你就靠边站吧？”

“这又是他的性格里的什么新花样啊？”林惇夫人惊愕地叫起来。“我曾经对待你很恶毒——你要报复！你要怎样报复呢？忘恩负义的畜生？我对待你怎么恶毒啦？”

“我并不要对你报复，”希刺克厉夫回答，火气稍减。“那不在计划之内。暴君压迫的奴隶，他们不反抗他；他们欺压他们下面的人。你为了使自己开心，而把我折磨到死，我甘心情愿；只是允许我以同样方式让我自己也开开心，而且也跟你同样地尽力避开侮辱。你既铲平了我的宫殿，就不要竖立一个茅草屋，而且满意地欣赏你的善举，认为你把这草屋作为一个家给了我。要是我以为你真的愿意我娶伊莎贝拉的话，我都可以割断我的喉咙”

“啊，毛病在于我不嫉妒，是吧？”凯瑟琳喊叫着。“好吧，我可不再提这段亲事啦，那就跟把一个迷失的灵魂献给撒旦一样地糟。你的快乐，和魔鬼一样，就在于让人受苦。你证实了这点。埃德加在你才来时大发脾气，这才恢复，我也刚安稳平静下来。而你，一知道我们平静，你就不安，似乎有意惹起一场争吵。跟埃德加吵去吧，如果你愿意的话，希刺克厉夫，欺骗他妹妹吧！你正好找到报复我的最有效的方法。”

谈话停止了，林惇夫人坐在炉火房，两颊通红，郁郁不乐。她的这种情绪越来越在她身上摆脱不掉。她放不开，又驾驭不住。他交叉着双臂站在炉边，动着那些坏念头。就在这种情况下，我离开他们，去找主人，他正在奇怪什么事使凯瑟琳在楼下待了这么久。

“艾伦，”当我进去的时候，他说，“你看见你的女主人没有？”

“看见了，她在厨房里，先生。”我回答。“她被希刺克厉夫先生的行动搞得很不高兴。实在，我认为今后该从另一种关系上考虑他进出我们家了。太随和是有害的，现在已经到了这个地步——”我就把院子里的一幕述说一番，而且尽我的胆量，把这之后的整个争执全说了。我还以为我的叙述对林惇夫人并不会很不利；除非她自己竟为她客人辩护起来，使之不利。埃德加·林惇很费劲地听我讲完。他开头的几句话表明他并不以为他妻子没有过错。

“这是不能容忍的！”他叫起来。“她把他当个朋友，而且强迫我和他来往，真是有失体统！给我从大厅叫两个人来，艾伦。凯瑟琳不能再留在那儿跟那下流的恶棍争论了——我已经太迁就她啦。”

他下了楼，吩咐仆人在过道里等着，便向厨房走去，我跟着他。厨房里的两个人又激怒地争论开了。至少，林惇夫人重新带劲地咒骂着。希刺克厉夫已经走到窗前，垂着头，显然多少被她那怒斥吓倒了。他先看见了主人，便赶忙作势叫她别说了，她一发现他的暗示的原因，便顿时服从了他。

“这是怎么回事？”林惇对她说，“那个下流人对你说了这番怪话之后，你还要待在这儿，你对于遵守礼节究竟有什么看法？我猜想，因为他平常就这样谈话，因此你觉得没什么，你习惯了他的下流，而且也许还以为我也能习惯吧！”

“你是在门外听着的吗，埃德加？”女主人问，用的声调特意要惹她丈夫生气，表示自己满不在乎他的愤怒，显出鄙夷的神色，希刺克厉夫，开始在林惇说那番话时还抬眼看看，这时听到这句话就发出一声冷笑，似乎是故意要引起林惇先生的注意。他成功了。可是埃德加却无意对他发什么大脾气。

“我一直是容忍你的，先生。”他平静地说，“并不是我不晓得你那卑贱、堕落的性格，而是我觉得在那方面你也只应负部分的责任，而且凯瑟琳愿意和你来往，我默许了——很傻。你的到来是一种道德上的毒素，可以把最有德性的人都玷污了。为了这个缘故，而且为了防止更糟的后果，今后我不允许你到这家里来，现在就通知你，我要你马上离开。再耽搁三分钟，你的离开就要成为被迫的，而且是可耻的了。”

希刺克厉夫带着充满嘲笑的眼色从上到下地打量着说话的人。

“凯蒂，你这只羔羊吓唬起人来倒像只水牛哩！”他说，

“他要是碰上我的拳头可有头骨破裂的危险。说实在的！林惇先生，我非常抱歉：一拳打倒你可不费事！”

我的主人向过道望了一眼，暗示我叫人来——他可没有冒险作单打的企图。我服从了这暗示。但是林惇夫人疑心有什么事，就跟过来，当我打算叫他们时，她把我拖回来，把门一关，上了锁。

“好公平的办法！”她说，这是对她丈夫愤怒惊奇的神色的回答。“如果你没有勇气打他，就道歉，要么就让你自己挨打。这可以改正你那种装得比原来更英勇的气派。不行，你要拿这钥匙，我就把它吞下去！我对你们俩的好心却得到这样愉快的报答！在不断地纵容这一位的软弱天性，和那一位的恶劣本性之后，到头来，我得到的报答却是两种盲目的忘恩负义，愚蠢得荒谬！他们真糊涂到近于荒唐的地步。埃德加，我一直在保护你和你所有的，现在但愿希刺克厉夫把你鞭笞得病倒，因为你竟敢把我想得这么坏！”

并不需要鞭笞，在主人身上就已经产生了挨打的效果。他试图从凯瑟琳手里夺来钥匙。为了安全起见，她把钥匙丢到炉火中烧得最炽热的地方去了。于是埃德加先生神经质地发着抖，他的脸变得死一样的苍白。他无论怎样也不能回避这种感情的泛滥，痛苦与耻辱混杂在一起，把他完全压倒了。他靠在一张椅背上，捂着脸。

“啊，天呀！在古时候，这会让你赢得骑士的封号哩！”林惇夫人喊着。“我们给打败啦！我们给打败啦！希刺克厉夫就要对你动手啦，就像一个国王把他的军队开去打一窝老鼠一样。打起精神来吧，你不会受伤的！你这样子不是一只绵羊，而是一只正在吃奶的小兔子！”

“我祝你在这个乳臭小儿身上得到欢乐，凯蒂！”她的朋友说。“我为你的鉴赏力向你恭贺。你不要我而宁愿要的就是那流口水的，哆嗦着的东西！我不用我的拳头打他，我可要用我的脚踢他，那就会感到相当大的满足。他是在哭吗，还是他吓得要晕过去？”

这家伙走过去，把林惇靠着的椅子一推。他还不如站远些，因为我的主人很快地就站直了，结结实实地朝他喉头一击。这一击都可以把瘦弱一点的人打倒。这使希刺克厉夫有一分钟喘不过气来。在他噎住的当儿，林惇先生从后门走出，到院子里，从那儿又走到前面大门去了。

“哪！你是不能再来这儿啦。”凯瑟琳叫，“现在，走吧——他要带着一对手枪，半打帮手回来。如果他真的听见了我们的话，当然他永远也不会原谅你的。你刚才的行为对我大大不利，希刺克厉夫！可是，走吧——赶快！我宁可看见埃德加倒霉，也不愿看你倒霉。”

“你以为我喉头挨了那火辣辣的一拳，就一走了事？”他大发雷霆。“我指着地狱发誓：绝不！在我跨出门坎之前，我要把他的肋骨捣碎得像颗烂棒子！如果我现在不揍他，我总有一天要杀死他。所以，既然你珍惜他的生命，就让我打他一顿吧！”

“他不来了，”我插嘴说，撒了个谎。“有马夫和两个园丁在那儿，你当然不会等着被他们扔到路上去吧！他们个个都有根棍子。很可能，主人正站在客厅窗户前看他们执行他的命令。”

园丁和马夫是在那儿，可是林惇也跟他们在一起。他们已经走进院子来了。希刺克厉夫一转念，决定避免和这三位仆人打斗一场。他抓了把火钳，敲开里门的锁，在他们踏着大步进来时，他已逃掉了。

林惇夫人非常激动，叫我陪她上楼。她不知道我对于这场乱子也有一份贡献，我也一心不让她知道。

“我快神经错乱啦，耐莉！”她嚷道，扑到沙发上。“一千个铁匠的锤子在我的头里敲打！告诉伊莎贝拉躲开我，这场风波是因她而起的；这时候若是她或者任何人再惹我生气，我就要发疯啦。而且，耐莉，如果你今天晚上再看见埃德加的话，跟他说我有得重病的危险——但愿真会这样。他把我吓一跳，使我难过极了！我也要吓唬他。而且，他也许会来，又要乱骂乱抱怨一阵。我肯定我一定会回嘴，天晓得我们到哪儿才算有个完！你愿意这样做吗，我的好耐莉？你晓得在这件事上不能怪我。是什么鬼附了他叫他偷听呢？你离开我们之后，希刺克厉夫的话很荒唐，可是我马上把他的话岔开，不提伊莎贝拉，其余的话并没有什么关系。现在，一切都闹糟了，就因为这傻子拚命想听人家说他的坏话，这种想法往往像魔鬼似地缠着人！如果埃德加根本没听到我们的话，他也绝不会搞得这样糟。真的，我为了他而骂希刺克厉夫，为了他骂得声嘶力竭之后，他却用那种不快的无理的口气向我开口，这时候我简直不在乎他们彼此怎样对待了。特别是，我觉得，无论这一场戏怎样结束，我们一定要被迫分开，没有人知道分开多久！好吧，如果我不能保留希刺克厉夫作我的朋友——如果埃德加卑鄙而嫉妒，我就要断肠心碎，好让他们也断肠心碎。当我被迫走上极端时，倒是结束这一切的迅速方法！但是为了一个可怜的希望，还是值得活下来——我不愿突然打击林惇。关于这一点，他一直很谨慎，唯恐把我惹急了。你一定要说明白我若放弃这个策略的危险性，而且提醒他我的暴躁脾气，只要一闹起来，就会发狂的。我愿你能消除你脸上现出的那种冷漠无情的神气，对我稍微表示点关心吧！”

我接受这些指示时所表现的泰然神气，无疑是令人冒火的。因为这些话确是说得十分诚恳的。但是我相信一个能够在事先就计划出怎样利用她的暴躁脾气的人，即使在爆发的时候，也可以行使她的意志，努力控制她自己；而且我也不愿如她所说去“吓唬”她的丈夫，只是为了满足她的自私而增加他的烦恼。因此当我遇见主人向客厅走来时，我也没说什么，我却径自转回，去听听他们是不是在一起重新开始争吵。

他开始先说话了。

“你就待在那儿吧，凯瑟琳，”他说，他的声调毫无怒气，却充满着悲切、沮丧。“我不在这儿多待。我不是来争论的，也不是来求和的。可是我只想知道，经过了今晚的事情，你是否还打算继续你那亲密的关系跟那——”

“啊，可怜可怜吧，”女主人打断了话，跺着脚，“可怜可怜吧，现在让我们别再提这事吧！你的冷血是不能发热的，你的血管里尽流着冰水。可是我的血在烧滚了。看见你这副冷冰冰的，不近人情的模样，我的血液都沸腾啦。”

“要我走开，就回答我的问题，”林惇先生坚持说。“你必须回答，你那种狂暴并不能吓坏我。我发现，当你愿意的时候，你能够和任何人一样地冷静泰然。今后你要放弃希刺克厉夫呢，还是放弃我？你要同时作我的朋友，又作他的，那是不可能的；我绝对需要知道你选择哪一个。”

“我需要你们都躲开我！”凯瑟琳狂怒地大叫。“我要求你们！你没有看见我站不住了么？埃德加，你——你躲开我！”

她拉铃，一直到把铃拉断了：我悠闲地走进来。这样失去理智、狂暴的脾气，连圣徒也会受不了的！她躺在那儿，用头直撞沙发扶手，而且咬牙切齿，你会以为她要把牙齿都咬碎呢！林惇先生刹那间感到既悔恨、又恐惧，站在那儿望着她，吩咐我去拿点水来。凯瑟琳说不出话来了。我端来满满一杯水，她不肯喝，我就把水泼到她脸上了。只几秒钟，她就挺直了身体，眼睛上翻，她的双颊顿时一阵白、一阵青，像是要死的神气。林惇看来吓坏了。

“根本没关系，”我低声说。我不希望他让步，尽管我自己心里也禁不住害怕。

“她嘴唇上有血！”他说，颤抖着。

“没关系！”我刻薄地回答。我就告诉他，她是怎样在他来之前就决定了要发一阵疯的。我没留意，嗓门提得太高了些。她听见了，因为她突然起来了——她的头发披散在肩上，眼睛闪闪的，脖子和胳膊上的青筋都反常地突出来。我下了决心准备至少断几根骨头，可是她只向周围瞪了一下，就冲出屋去。主人叫我跟着她，我就一直跟到她的卧房门口。她关紧了门，把我挡住了。

第二天早上她既然没有说起要下楼吃早餐，我就去问她要不要我送点心上楼。“不！”她断然回答。午饭时，吃茶时，又是同一个问题。第二天早上又是一样，而且总是得到同样的回答。林惇先生呢，他在书房里消磨时光，也不问他妻子的事。伊莎贝拉和他有过一小时的碰面，在这次碰面中，他试图从她口中套出由于希刺克厉夫的进攻而使她产生的正常的恐惧之感；可是他从她躲躲闪闪的回答中听不出什么，只得不满意地结束了这场审问；然而加上了一个严肃的警告，就是，如果她真疯得竟对那个下贱的求婚者有所鼓励，那么她自己和他中间的一切关系就将全部解除。

亦汐

Chapter 11



Sometimes, while meditating on these things in solitude, I've got up in a sudden terror, and put on my bonnet to go see how all was at the farm. I've persuaded my conscience that it was a duty to warn him how people talked regarding his ways; and then I've recollected his confirmed bad habits, and, hopeless of benefiting him, have flinched from re-entering the dismal house, doubting if I could bear to be taken at my word.

One time I passed the old gate, going out of my way, on a journey to Gimmerton. It was about the period that my narrative has reached: a bright frosty afternoon; the ground bare, and the road hard and dry. I came to a stone where the highway branches off on to the moor at your left hand; a rough sand pillar, with the letters W.H. cut on its north side, on the east, G., and on the south-west, T.G. It serves as guide-post to the Grange, the Heights, and village. The sun shone yellow on its grey head, reminding me of summer; and I cannot say why, but all at once, a gush of child's sensations flowed into my heart. Hindley and I held it a favourite spot twenty years before. I gazed long at the weather-worn block, and, stooping down, perceived a hole near the bottom still full of snail-shells and pebbles, which we were fond of storing there with more perishable things; and, as fresh as reality, it appeared that I beheld my early playmate seated on the withered turf: his dark, square head bent forward, and his little hand scooping out the earth with a piece of slate. `Poor Hindley!' I exclaimed involuntarily. I started: my bodily eye was cheated into a momentary belief that the child lifted its face and stared straight into mine! It vanished in a twinkling; but immediately I felt an irresistible yearning to be at the Heights. Superstition urged me to comply with this impulse: supposing he should be dead! I thought--or should die soon!--supposing it were a sign of death! The nearer I got to the house the more agitated I grew; and on catching sight of it I trembled in every limb. The apparition had outstripped me: it stood looking through the gate. That was my first idea on observing an elf-locked, brown-eyed boy setting his ruddy countenance against the bars. Further reflection suggested this must be Hareton, my Hareton, not altered greatly since I left him, ten months since.

`God bless thee, darling!' I cried, forgetting instantaneously my foolish fears. `Hareton, it's Nelly! Nelly, thy nurse.'

He retreated out of arm's length, and picked up a large flint.

`I am come to see thy father, Hareton,' I added, guessing from the action that Nelly, if she lived in his memory at all, was not recognized as one with me.

He raised his missile to hurl it; I commenced a soothing speech, but could not stay his hand: the stone struck my bonnet; and then ensued, from the stammering lips of the little fellow, a string of curses, which, whether he comprehended them or not, were delivered with practised emphasis, and distorted his baby features into a shocking expression of malignity. You may be certain this grieved more than angered me. Fit to cry, I took an orange from my pocket, and offered it to propitiate him. He hesitated, and then snatched it from my hold; as if he fancied I only intended to tempt and disappoint him. I showed another, keeping it out of his reach.

`Who has taught you those fine words, my bairn?' I inquired. `The curate?'

`Damn the curate, and thee! Gie me that,' he replied.

`Tell us where you got your lessons, and you shall have it,' said I. `Who's your master?'

`Devil daddy,' was his answer.

`And what do you learn from daddy?' I continued.

He jumped at the fruit; I raised it higher. `What does he teach you?' I asked.

`Naught,' said he, `but to keep out of his gait. Daddy cannot bide me, because I swear at him.'

`Ah! and the devil teaches you to swear at daddy?' I observed.

`Ah--nay,' he drawled.

`Who then?'

`Heathcliff.'

I asked if he liked Mr Heathcliff.

`Ay!' he answered again.

Desiring to have his reasons for liking him, I could only gather the sentences--`I known't: he pays dad back what he gies to me--he curses daddy for cursing me. He says I mun do as I will.'

`And the curate does not teach you to read and write then?' I pursued.

`No, I was told the curate should have his--teeth dashed down his throat,--if he stepped over the threshold--Heathcliff had promised that!'

I put the orange in his hand, and bade him tell his father that a woman called Nelly Dean was waiting to speak with him, by the garden gate. He went up the walk, and entered the house; but, instead of Hindley, Heathcliff appeared on the doorstones; and I turned directly and ran down the road as hard as ever I could race, making no halt till I gained the guide-post, and feeling as scared as if I had raised a goblin. This is not much connected with Miss Isabella's affair: except that it urged me to resolve further on mounting vigilant guard, and doing my utmost to check the spread of such bad influence at the Grange: even though I should wake a domestic storm, by thwarting Mrs Linton's pleasure.

The next time Heathcliff came, my young lady chanced to be feeding some pigeons in the court. She had never spoken a word to her sister-in-law for three days; but she had likewise dropped her fretful complaining, and we found it a great comfort. Heathcliff had not the habit of bestowing a single unnecessary civility on Miss Linton, I knew. Now, as soon as he beheld her, his first precaution was to take a sweeping survey of the house front. I was standing by the kitchen window, but I drew out of sight. He then stepped across the pavement to her, and said something: she seemed embarrassed, and desirous of getting away; to prevent it, he laid his hand on her arm. She averted her face: he apparently put some question which she had no mind to answer. There was another rapid glance at the house, and supposing himself unseen, the scoundrel had the impudence to embrace her.

`Judas! traitor!' I ejaculated. `You are a hypocrite, too, are you? A deliberate deceiver.'

`Who is, Nelly?' said Catherine's voice at my elbow: I had been over intent on watching the pair outside to mark her entrance.

`Your worthless friend!' I answered warmly: `the sneaking rascal yonder. Ah, he has caught a glimpse of us--he is coming in! I wonder will he have the art to find a plausible excuse for making love to Miss, when he told you he hated her?'

Mrs Linton saw Isabella tear herself free, and run into the garden; and a minute after, Heathcliff opened the door. I couldn't withhold giving some loose to my indignation; but Catherine angrily insisted on silence, and threatened to order me out of the kitchen, if I dared to be so presumptuous as to put in my insolent tongue.

`To hear you, people might think you were the mistress!' she cried. `You want setting down in your right place! Heathcliff, what are you about, raising this stir? I said you must let Isabella alone!--I beg you will, unless you are tired of being received here, and wish Linton to draw the bolts against you!'

`God forbid that he should try!' answered the black villain. I detested him just then. `God keep him meek and patient! Every day I grow madder after sending him to heaven!'

`Hush!' said Catherine, shutting the inner door. `Don't vex me. Why have you disregarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?'

`What is it to you?' he growled. `I.have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I'm not your husband: you needn't be jealous of me!'

`I'm not jealous of you,' replied the mistress, `I'm jealous for you. Clear your face: you shan't scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won't answer. I'm certain you don't!'

`And would Mr Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?' I inquired.

`Mr Linton should approve,' returned my lady, decisively.

`He might spare himself the trouble,' said Heathcliff: `I could do as well without his approbation. And as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I know you have treated me infernally--infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot; and if you fancy I'll suffer unrevenged, I'll convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law's secret: I swear I'll make the most of it. And stand you aside!'

`What new phase of his character is this?' exclaimed Mrs Linton, in amazement. `I've treated you infernally--and you'll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How have I treated you infernally?'

`I seek no revenge on you,' replied Heathcliff less vehemently. `That's not the plan. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I'd cut my throat!'

`Oh, the evil is that I am not jealous, is it?' cried Catherine. `Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: you'll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.'

The conversation ceased. Mrs Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it. He stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long.

`Ellen,' said he, when I entered, `have you seen your mistress?'

`Yes; she's in the kitchen, sir,' I answered. `She's sadly put out by Mr Heathcliff's behaviour: and, indeed, I do think it's time to arrange his visits on another footing. There's harm in being too soft, and now it's come to this--`And I related the scene in the court, and, as near as I dared, the whole subsequent dispute. I fancied it could not be very prejudicial to Mrs Linton; unless she made it so afterwards, by assuming the defensive for her guest. Edgar Linton had difficulty in hearing me to the close. His first words revealed that he did not clear his wife of blame.

`This is insufferable!' he exclaimed. `It is disgraceful that she should own him for a friend, and force his company on me! Call me two men out of the hall, Ellen. Catherine shall linger no longer to argue with the low ruffian--I have humoured her enough.'

He descended, and bidding the servants wait in the passage, went, followed by me, to the kitchen. Its occupants had recommenced their angry discussion: Mrs Linton, at least, was scolding with renewed vigour; Heathcliff had moved to the window, and hung his head, somewhat cowed by her violent rating apparently. He saw the master first, and made a hasty motion that she should be silent; which she obeyed, abruptly, on discovering the reason of his intimation.

亦汐

How is this?' said Linton, addressing her; `what notion of propriety must you have to remain here, after the language which has been held to you by that blackguard? I suppose, because it is his ordinary talk, you think nothing of it; you are habituated to his baseness, and, perhaps, imagine I can get used to it too!'

`Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?' asked the mistress, in a tone particularly calculated to provoke her husband, implying both carelessness and contempt of his irritation. Heathcliff, who had raised his eyes at the former speech, gave a sneering laugh at the latter; on purpose, it seemed, to draw Mr Linton's attention to him. He succeeded; but Edgar did not mean to entertain him with any high flights of passion.

`I have been so far forbearing with you, sir,' he said quietly; `not that I was ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but I felt you were only partly responsible for that; and Catherine wishing to keep up your acquaintance, I acquiesced--foolishly. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous: for that cause, and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter admission into this house, and give notice now that I require your instant departure. Three minutes' delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.'

Heathcliff measured the height and breadth of the speaker with an eye full of derision.

`Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. `It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!'

My master glanced towards the passage, and signed me to fetch the men: he had no intention of hazarding a personal encounter. I obeyed the hint; but Mrs Linton, suspecting something, followed; and when I attempted to call them, she pulled me back, slammed the door to, and locked it.

`Fair means!' she said, in answer to her husband's look of angry surprise `If you have not courage to attack him, make an apology, or allow yourself to be beaten. It will correct you of feigning more valour than you possess. No, I'll swallow the key before you shall get it! I'm delightfully rewarded for my kindness to each! After constant indulgence of one's weak nature, and the other's bad one, I earn for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude, stupid to absurdity! Edgar, I was defending you and yours; and I wish Heathcliff may flog you sick, for daring to think an evil thought of me.!'

It did not need the medium of a flogging to produce that effect on the master. He tried to wrest the key from Catherine's grasp, and for safety she flung it into the hottest part of the fire; whereupon Mr Edgar was taken with a nervous trembling, and his countenance grew deadly pale. For his life he could not avert that access of emotion; mingled anguish and humiliation overcame him completely. He leant on the back of a chair, and covered his face.

`Oh, heavens! In old days, this would win you knighthood!' exclaimed Mrs Linton. `We are vanquished! we are vanquished! Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as a king would march his army against a colony of mice. Cheer up! you shan't be hurt! Your type is not a lamb, it's a sucking leveret.'

`I wish you joy of the milk-blooded coward, Cathy!' said her friend. `I compliment you on your taste. And that is the slavering, shivering thing you preferred to me! I would not strike him with my fist, but I'd kick him with my foot, and experience considerable satisfaction. Is he weeping, or is he going to faint for fear?'

The fellow approached and gave the chair on which Linton rested a push. He'd better have kept his distance; my master quickly sprang erect, and struck him full on the throat a blow that would have levelled a slighter man. It took his breath for a minute; and while he choked, Mr Linton walked out by the back door into the yard, and from thence to the front entrance.

`There! you've done with coming here,' cried Catherine. `Get away, now; he'll return with a brace of pistols, and half a dozen assistants. If he did overhear us, of course he'd never forgive you. You've played him an ill turn, Heathcliff! But go--make haste! I'd rather see Edgar at bay than you.'

`Do you suppose I'm going with that blow burning in my gullet?' he thundered. `By hell, no! I'll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazel nut before I cross the threshold! If I don't floor him now, I shall murder him some time; so, as you value his existence, let me get at him!'

`He's not coming,' I interposed, framing a bit of a lie. `There's the coachman and the two gardeners; you'll surely not wait to be thrust into the road by them! Each has a bludgeon; and master will, very likely, be watching from the parlour windows, to see that they fulfil his orders.'

The gardeners and coachman were there; but Linton was with them. They had already entered the court. Heathcliff, on second thoughts, resolved to avoid a struggle against the three underlings; he seized the poker, smashed the lock from the inner door, and made his escape as they tramped in.

Mrs Linton, who was very much excited, bade me accompany her upstairs. She did not know my share in contributing to the disturbance, and I was anxious to keep her in ignorance.

`I'm nearly distracted, Nelly!' she exclaimed, throwing herself on the sofa. `A thousand smiths' hammers are beating in my head! Tell Isabella to shun me; this uproar is owing to her; and should she or anyone else aggravate my anger at present, I shall get wild. And, Nelly, say to Edgar, if you see him again tonight, that I'm in danger of being seriously ill. I wish it may prove true. He has startled and distressed me shockingly! I want to frighten him. Besides, he might come and begin a string of abuse or complainings; I'm certain I should recriminate, and God knows where we should end! Will you do so, my good Nelly? You are aware that I am in no way blamable in this matter. What possessed him to turn listener? Heathcliff's talk was outrageous, after you left us; but I could soon have diverted him from Isabella, and the rest meant nothing. Now all is dashed wrong by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon! Had Edgar never gathered our conversation, he would never have been the worse for it. Really, when he opened on me in that unreasonable tone of displeasure after I had scolded Heathcliff till I was hoarse for him, I did not care, hardly, what they did to each other; especially as I felt that, however the scene closed, we should all be driven asunder for nobody knows how long! Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend--if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity! But it's a deed to be reserved for a forlorn hope; I'd not take Linton by surprise with it. To this point he has been discreet in dreading to provoke me; you must represent the peril of quitting that policy, and remind him of my passionate temper, verging, when kindled, on frenzy. I wish you could dismiss that apathy out of your countenance, and look rather more anxious about me.'

The stolidity with which I received these instructions was, no doubt, rather exasperating: for they were delivered in perfect sincerity; but I believed a person who could plan the turning of her fits of passion to account, beforehand, might, by exerting her will, manage to control herself tolerably, even while under their influence; and I did not wish to `frighten' her husband, as she said, and multiply his annoyances for the purpose of serving her selfishness. Therefore I said nothing when I met the master coming towards the parlour; but I took the liberty of turning back to listen whether they would resume their quarrel together. He began to speak first.

`Remain where you are, Catherine,' he said; without any anger in his voice, but with much sorrowful despondency. `I shall not stay. I am neither come to wrangle nor be reconciled; but I wish just to learn whether, after this evening's events, you intend to continue your intimacy with--

`Oh, for mercy's sake,' interrupted the mistress, stamping her foot, `for mercy's sake, let us hear no more of it now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.'

`To get rid of me, answer my question,' persevered Mr Linton. `You must answer it; and that violence does not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as anyone, when you please. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time; and I absolutely require to know which you choose.'

`I require to be let alone!' exclaimed Catherine furiously. `I demand it! Don't you see I can scarcely stand? Edgar, you--you leave me!'

She rang the bell till it broke with a twang; I entered leisurely. It was enough to try the temper of a saint, such senseless, wicked rages! There she lay dashing her head against the arm of the sofa, and grinding her teeth, so that you might fancy she would crash them to splinters! Mr Linton stood looking at her in sudden compunction and fear. He told me to fetch some water. She had no breath for speaking. I brought a glass full; and as she would not drink, I sprinkled it on her face. In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed the aspect of death. Linton looked terrified.

`There is nothing in the world the matter,' I whispered. I did not want him to yield, though I could not help being afraid in my heart.

`She has blood on her lips!' he said, shuddering.

`Never mind!' I answered tartly. And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting a fit of frenzy. I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up--her hair flying over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I made up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her for an instant, and then rushed from the room. The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamber door: she hindered me from going farther by securing it against me.

As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up. `No!' she replied peremptorily. The same question was repeated at dinner and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer. Mr Linton, on his part, spent his time in the library, and did not inquire concerning his wife's occupations. Isabella and he had had an hour's interview, during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff's advances: but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged to close the examination unsatisfactorily; adding, however, a solemn warning, that if she were so insane as to encourage that worthless suitor, it would dissolve all bonds of relationship between herself and him.

亦汐

第十二章




当林惇小姐在园林和花园里郁郁不乐呆呆地走来走去的时候，总是沉默，而且几乎总在流泪。她哥哥把自己埋在书堆里，这些书他却从未打开看过——我猜想，他在不断苦苦地巴望凯瑟琳痛悔她的行为，会自动来请求原谅、和解——而她却顽强地绝食，大概以为在每顿饭时候埃德加看见她缺席便也咽不下去，只因为出于骄傲他才没有跑来跪到她脚前。我照样忙我的家务事，深信田庄墙内只有一个清醒的灵魂，而这灵魂就在我的肉体中。我对小姐并不滥用慰藉，对我的女主人也不滥用劝告；我对我主人的叹息也不大注意，既然他听不到他夫人的声音，就渴望着听到她的名字。我断定他们要是愿意的话，就会来找我的。虽然这是一个令人厌烦的缓慢过程，我开始庆幸到底在进展中有一线曙光了：正如我起初所想的那样。

第三天，林惇夫人开了门栓，她的水壶和水瓶里的水全用完了，要我重新添满，还要一盆粥，因为她相信她快死了。这话我认为是说给埃德加听的。我不信有这回事，所以我也不说出来，就给她拿点茶和烤面包。她挺起劲地吃了喝了，又躺在她的枕头上，握紧拳头，呻吟着。

“啊，我要死啦，”她喊叫，“既然没有人关心我一点点。

但愿我刚才没有吃东西才好。”

过了好大半天，我又听见她咕噜着：“不，我不要死——他会高兴的——他根本不爱我——他永远也不会想念我！”

“你有什么吩咐吗，太太？”我问，不管她那鬼样的脸色和古怪的夸张态度，我还是保持我外表上的平静。

“那无情的东西在作什么？”她问，把她又厚又乱的发卷从她那憔悴的脸上使劲朝后一推。“他是得了昏睡病啦，还是死啦？”

“都没有，”我回答，“如果你的意思是指林惇先生的话。我想他的身体挺好，虽然他的用功占了他过多的时间：他一直埋头在他的书堆里，因为他没有别的朋友作伴。”

如果我知道她的真实情况，我就不该这么说了，可是我没法摆脱这样的念头。她的病有一部分是装出来的。

“埋头在书堆里！”她叫，惶惑不安了。“在我要死的时候！我可正在坟墓边缘上！我的天！他知道不知道我变成什么样啦？”她接着说，瞪着挂在对面墙上镜子中自己的影子。“那是凯瑟琳·林惇么？他也许以为我在撒娇——闹着玩。你就不能通知他说这是非常严重的吗？耐莉，如果还不太迟，只要我一知道他觉得怎么样，我就要在这两者之间选择一个：或者马上饿死——那不会算是惩罚，除非他有一颗心——要不就是恢复健康，离开这乡下，喂，你说的关于他的话是不是实话？小心。他对我的生命真的是这样完全漠不关心吗？”

“哎呀，太太，”我回答，“主人根本没想到你的发狂，当然他也不怕你会饿死你自己啦。”

“你以为不会吗？你就不能告诉他我一定要死的吗？”她回嘴说。“劝他去！说是你自己想的：说你断定我一定会死！”

“不，你忘啦，林惇夫人，”我提醒着，“今天晚上你已经吃了点东西，吃得很香，明天你就会见好了。”

“只要我准知道可以致他死命，”她打断我说，“我就立刻杀死我自己！这可怕的三个夜晚，我就没阖眼——啊，我受尽了折磨！我给鬼缠住啦，耐莉！可是我开始疑心你并不喜欢我。多奇怪！我本来想，虽然每个人都互相憎恨轻视，可他们不能不爱我。不料几个钟头的工夫，他们都变成敌人啦：他们是变啦，我肯定这儿的人都变啦。在他们的冷脸的包围下，去跟死亡相遇可多惨啊！伊莎贝拉是又怕又嫌，怕到这里来；看着凯瑟琳死去将是多可怕啊。埃德加严肃地站在一旁看它完结，然后向上帝祈祷致谢，因为他家又恢复了平静，于是又回去看他的书了！我快要死的时候，他还跟书打交道，他到底存的什么心啊？”

我让她懂得林惇先生保持着哲人的听天由命的态度，她可受不了。她翻来复去，发热昏迷，甚至到了疯狂的地步，而且用牙齿咬着枕头，然后浑身滚烫的挺起来，要我开窗户。那时我们正在仲冬季节，东北风刮得很厉害，我就反对。她脸上闪过的表情和地情绪的变化开始把我吓得要命；而且使我想起她上次的病，以及医生告诫说万不可以让她生气。一分钟以前她还很凶，现在，撑起一只胳臂，也不管我拒绝服从她，她似乎又找到了孩子气的解闷法，从她刚咬开的枕头裂口中拉出片片羽毛来，分类把它们一一排列在床单上：她的心已经游荡到别的联想上去了。

“那是火鸡的，”她自己咕噜着，“这是野鸭的，这是鸽子的。啊，他们把鸽子的毛放在枕头里啦——怪不得我死不了！等我躺下的时候，我可要当心把它扔到地板上。这是公松鸡的，这个——就是夹在一千种别的羽毛里我也认得出来——是田凫的。漂亮的鸟儿，在荒野地里，在我们头顶上回翔。它要到它的窝里去，因为起云啦，它觉得要下雨啦。这根毛是从石南丛生的荒地里拾的，这只鸟儿没打中：我们在冬天看见过它的窝的，满是小骨头。希刺克厉夫在那上面安了一个捕鸟机，大鸟不敢来了。我叫他答应从那回以后再不要打死一只田凫了，他没打过。是的，这里还有！他打死过我的田凫没有，耐莉？它们是不是红的，其中有没有红的？让我瞧瞧。”

“丢开这种小孩子的把戏吧！”我打断她，把枕头拖开，把破洞贴着被褥，因为她正大把大把地把里面的东西向外掏。

“躺下，闭上眼，你发昏啦。搞得一团糟！这些毛像雪片似的乱飞。”

我到处拾毛。

“耐莉，我看，你呀，”她作梦似地继续说，“是个上了年纪的女人啦：你有灰头发和溜肩膀。这张床是盘尼斯吞岩底下的仙洞，你正在收集小鬼用的石镞来伤害我们的小牝牛；当我靠近时，就假装这些是羊毛。那就是五十年后你要变成的样子：我知道你现在还不是这样。我没有发昏：你搞错啦，不然我就得相信你真的是那个干巴巴的老妖婆啦，而且我要以为我真的是在盘尼斯吞岩底下；我知道这是夜晚，桌子上有两支蜡烛，把那黑柜子照得像黑玉那么亮。”

“黑柜子？在哪儿？”我问。“你是在说梦话吧！”

“就是靠在墙上的，一直是在那儿的，”她回答。“是挺古怪——我瞧见里头有个脸！”

“这屋里没有柜子，从来没有过，”我说，又坐到我的座位上，我系起窗帘，好盯着她。

“你瞧见那张脸吗？”她追问着，认真地盯着镜子。

不管怎么说，我还是不能使她明白这就是她自己的脸。因此我站起来，用一条围巾盖住它。

“还是在那后面！”她纠缠不休。“它动啦，那是谁？我希望你走了以后它可不要出来！啊！耐莉，这屋闹鬼啦！我害怕一个人待着！”

我握住她的手，叫她镇静点，因为一阵阵哆嗦使她浑身痉挛着，她却要死盯着那镜子。

“这儿没有别人！”我坚持着。“那是你自己，林惇夫人，你刚才还知道的。”

“我自己！”她喘息着，“钟打十二点啦！那儿，那是真的！

那太可怕啦！”

她的手指紧揪住衣服，又把衣服合拢来遮住眼睛。我正想偷偷走到门口打算去叫她丈夫，可是一声刺耳的尖叫把我召唤回来——那围巾从镜框上掉下来了。

“哎呀，怎么回事呀？”我喊着。“现在谁是胆小鬼呀？醒醒吧！那是玻璃——镜子，林惇夫人，你在镜子里面看到的是你自己，还有我在你旁边。”

她又发抖又惊惶，把我抱得紧紧的，可是恐怖渐渐从她脸上消失了；苍白的脸色消失，呈现出羞臊的红晕。

“啊，亲爱的！我以为我是在家呢，”她叹着。“我以为我躺在呼啸山庄我的卧房里。因为我软弱无力，我的脑子糊涂了，我就不知不觉地叫起来。不要说什么吧，就陪着我。我怕睡觉：我的那些梦让我害怕。”

“好好睡一下会对你有益的，太太，”我回答，“我希望你在这一场折腾后，可以不再想饿死你自己了。”

“啊，但愿我是在老家里我自己的床上！”她辛酸地说下去，绞着双手。“还有那风在窗外枞树间呼啸着。千万让我感受感受这风吧——它是从旷野那边直吹过来的——千万让我吸一口吧！”

为了使她平静下来，我就将窗子打开了几秒钟。一阵冷风冲进来；我关上窗，又回到我的原位。她现在平静地躺着，脸被眼泪冲洗着。身体的疲乏已经完全降服了她的精神：我们凶猛的凯瑟琳并不比一个啼哭的孩子好多少。

“我把自己关在这儿有多久了？”她问，忽然精神恢复过来。

“那天是星期一晚上，”我回答，“今天是星期四晚上，或者，这时不如说是星期五早上了。”

“什么！还是在这个星期里吗？”她叫。“就这么短的时间吗？”

“只靠冷水和坏脾气活着，这也就算够长的了。”我说。

“唉，好像过了数不尽的时刻啦，”她疑惑地喃喃着，“一定还多些。我记得在他们争吵后我还在客厅里，埃德加狠心地惹我生气，我就拚命跑到这屋里。我一闩上门，整个黑暗压住了我，我就倒在地板上了。我不能够向埃德加解释：我是多么确切地感觉到如果他非嘲弄我不可，我会发病，或者疯狂的！我已经不能管束我的舌头或头脑，他也许没猜想到我的悲痛，我只感到我要躲避他和他的声音。在我还没有十分恢复能看能听的能力之前，天就亮了。耐莉，我要告诉你我想过什么，还有什么想法总是不断地出现再出现，搞得我都快要发疯了。我躺在那儿，头靠着桌子腿，我的眼睛模模糊糊地看得出灰灰的窗户玻璃，我想我是在家里那橡木嵌板的床上。我的心由于某种极度的忧伤而感到痛楚，可是我刚醒过来，又记不得是什么忧伤。我想着，苦苦地想发现到底是些什么。最奇怪的是，过去我生活中的整整七年变成了一片空白！我想不起是否有过这段日子。我还是一个孩子，我父亲才下葬，由于辛德雷命令我和希刺克厉夫分开，我才开始有了悲痛。我第一次被人孤零零地扔在一边，哭了一整夜，又昏昏沉沉地打了一个盹醒过来，我伸手想把嵌板推开：我的手碰到了桌面！我顺着桌毯一拂，记忆跟着就来了：我原来的悲痛被一阵突然的绝望吞没了。我说不出我干嘛觉得这么倒霉：一定是暂时神经错乱，因为简直没有原因。可是，假使在十二岁的时候我就被迫离开了山庄，每一件往事的联想，我的一切一切，就像那时候希刺克厉夫一样，而一下子就成了林惇夫人，画眉田庄的主妇，一个陌生人的妻子：从此以后从我原来的世界里放逐出来，成了流浪人。你可以想象我沉沦的深渊是什么样子！你要摇头尽管摇，耐莉，你帮助他使我不得安宁！你应该跟埃德加说，你实在应该，而且要叫他不要来惹我！啊，我心里像火烧一样！但愿我在外面！但愿我重新是个女孩子，野蛮、顽强、自由，任何伤害只会使我大笑，不会压得我发疯！为什么我变得这样厉害？为什么几句话就使我的血激动得这么沸腾？我担保若是我到了那边山上的石南丛林里，我就会清醒的。再把窗户敞开，敞开了再扣上钩子！快，你为什么不动呀？”

“因为我不想让你冻死，”我回答。

“你的意思是你不肯给我活下去的机会，”她愤愤地说。

“无论如何，我还不是毫无办法，我要自己开。”

我来不及阻止她，她已经从床上溜下来了，她从房间这边走到那边，脚步极不稳，把窗推开就探身出去，也不在乎那冷风像锋利的小刀在割她的肩膀。我恳求着，最后打算硬拉她缩回来。可是我立刻发觉她在精神错乱时的体力大大超过我的体力（她确是精神错乱了，我看她后来的动作与胡言乱语才相信的）。没有月亮，下面的一切都藏在朦胧的黑暗中：不论远近，没有一线光亮从任何房子里射出来——所有的亮光都早就熄灭了：呼啸山庄的烛光，这儿是从来也瞧不见的——她可还是硬说瞅见它们亮着。

“瞧！”她热烈地喊着，“那就是我的屋子，里面点着蜡烛，树在屋前摇摆，还有一支蜡烛是在约瑟夫的阁楼里……约瑟夫睡得迟，不是吗？他在等我回家，他好锁大门。好吧，他还要等一会呢。那段路不好走，需要勇气。而且我们走那段路一定要经过吉默吞教堂！我们曾经常常在一起走，不怕那儿的鬼，互相比胆量，站在那些坟墓中间请鬼来。可是，希刺克厉夫，如果我现在跟你比胆量，你敢吗？要是你敢，我就陪你。我不要一个人躺在那儿：他们也不许要把我埋到一丈二尺深的地里，把教堂压在我身上，可是我不会安息，除非你跟我在一起。我绝不会！”

她停住了，接着又带着一种古怪的微笑开始说：“他在考虑——他要我去找他！那么，找条路呀！不穿过那教堂院子。

你太慢了！该满意了吧，你总是跟着我的！”

看来跟她的疯狂争执不休是白费精力，我就盘算着怎么能既不松开手，又能找些衣服给她披上。因为我不放心她一个人在敞开的窗子前。这时，使我大为惊讶的是听见门柄轧的一声，林惇先生进来了。他刚从书房出来，正经过走廊，听到我们说话，被好奇心或是恐惧所驱使，想看看我们深更半夜还在说什么。

“啊，先生！”我喊道，他一眼看到这屋里的情形，以及这凄凉的气氛时正要惊叫，却给我拦住了。“我可怜的女主人病啦，她把我制住啦！我简直没法管她了。求求你来，把她劝到床上去吧。忘掉你的怒气吧，因为她是很难听别人的话的。”

“凯瑟琳病啦？”他说，赶忙走过来。“关上窗子，艾伦！

凯瑟琳！怎么——”

亦汐

他沉默了：林惇夫人憔悴的神色使他难过得说不出话来，他只能恐怖地瞅瞅她又瞅瞅我。

“她正在这儿生气哩，”我继续说，“简直没吃什么，也绝不抱怨：她不准任何人随便进来，直到今天晚上我才来这里。所以我们也不能向你禀报她的情况，因为我们自己也不清楚。

不过这也没什么。”

我觉得我解释得很笨拙；主人皱着眉。“没什么，是吗，丁艾伦？”他严厉地说。“你得说清楚点，为什么完全瞒住我！”

他搂着妻子，悲痛地望着她。

起初她瞅着他，好像不认识似的：在她那茫然的凝视里，根本没有他这个人存在。不过，精神错乱也不是固定不变的，她的眼睛不再注视外面的黑暗了，渐渐地把她的注意力集中到他身上，发现了是谁搂着她。

“啊！你来啦，是你来了吗，埃德加·林惇？”她说，愤怒地激动着。“你就是那种东西，在最不需要的时候出来了，需要你的时候就怎么也不来！我看我们如今要有许多让人哀恸的事啦——我看出我们要有的——可是哀恸也不能拦住我不去那边我那狭小的家：我安息的地方。在春天还没有过去之前我一定会去的，就在那儿，记住，不是在教堂屋檐下林惇家族的中间，而是在露天，竖一块墓碑。你愿意去他们那儿，还是到我这儿来，随你便！”

“凯瑟琳，你怎么啦？”主人说。“我在你心里已经无所谓了吗？你是不是爱那个坏蛋希刺——”

“住口！”林惇夫人喊。“立刻住口！你再提那个名字，我就马上从窗户里跳出去，结束这件事！眼前你碰到的，你还可以占有，可是在你再把手放在我身上以前，我的灵魂已经到达那儿山顶啦。我不要你，埃德加，我要你的时候已经过去了。回到你的书堆里去吧。我很高兴你还可以在书堆里找到了安慰，因为你在我心里可什么都没啦。”

“她的心乱了，先生。”我插嘴说。“整个这晚上她都在胡扯，让她静养，得到适当的照护吧，她会复原的。从今以后，我们一定要小心不去惹她了。”

“我不想从你口里再得到什么劝告了。”林惇先生回答。

“你知道你的女主人的性格，而你还鼓励我去惹她生气。她这三天来是怎么样的，你也不暗示我一下！真是没有心肝！几个月的病也不能引起这么一个变化呀！”

我开始为我自己辩解。要我为他人的任性而受责，可真太过分了。“我知道林惇夫人的性子拗，霸道，”我喊叫，“可我不知道你甘心情愿听任她发作！我不知道为了顺着她，我就应该假装没看见希刺克厉夫先生。我尽了一个忠实仆人的本分去告诉你，我现在得到了作为一个忠实仆人的报酬啦，好，这可教训我下次要小心点。下次你自己去打听消息吧！”

“下次你再要对我搬弄是非，我就辞退你，丁艾伦。”他回答。

“那么，林惇先生，我猜想你宁可不知道这件事吧？”我说，“你准许希刺克厉夫来向小姐求爱，而且每次乘你不在家的机会就进来，故意诱使女主人对你起反感，是吧？”

凯瑟琳虽然心乱，她的头脑还是很灵敏地注意我们的谈话。

“啊！耐莉作了奸细，”她激动地叫起来。“耐莉是我们暗藏的敌人。你这巫婆！你真是寻找小鬼用的石镞来伤害我们呀！放开我，我要让她悔恨！我要让她号叫着改正她说过的话！”

疯子的怒火在她眉下爆发起来了。她拚命挣扎着，想从林惇先生的胳臂里挣脱出来。我无意等着出乱子，决定自作主张：去找医生来帮忙，就离开这卧房了。

在我经过花园走到大路上时，在一个墙上钉了一个系缰绳用的铁钩的地方，我看见一个白的什么东西乱动，显然不是风吹的，而是另一个什么东西使它动。尽管我匆匆忙忙，还是停下来仔细查看它，不然以后我还会在我想象中留下一个想法，以为那是一个鬼呢。我用手一摸，比我刚才光是看一眼更使我大大地惊奇而惶惑不安了，因为我发现这是伊莎贝拉小姐的小狗凡尼，被一条手绢吊着，就剩最后一口气了。我赶快放开这个动物，把它提到花园里去。我曾经看见它跟着它的女主人上楼睡觉去的，我奇怪它怎么会到外边来，而且是什么样的坏人这样对待它。在解开钩子上的结扣时，我好像反复听见远处有马蹄奔跑的声音；可是有这么多事情占着我的思想，不容我有空想一下：虽然在清晨两点钟，在那个地方，这声音可让人奇怪呢。

我正走到街上，凑巧肯尼兹先生刚从他家里出来去看村里一个病人。我报告了凯瑟琳·林惇的病况，他马上就陪我回头走了。他是一个坦率质朴的人。他毫不迟疑地说出他怀疑她是否能安然度过这第二次的打击，除非她对他的指示比以前更听从些。

“丁耐莉，”他说，“我不能不猜想这场病一定另有原因，田庄上出了什么事啦？我们在这儿听到些古怪的说法。一个像凯瑟琳那样的健壮活泼的女人是不会为了一点小事就病倒的。而且那样的人也不该如此。可要使她退烧痊愈是不容易的。这病怎么开始的？”

“主人会告诉你，”我回答，“可你是熟悉恩萧家的暴躁脾气的，而林惇夫人更是超群出众。我可以说的是：这是一场争吵引起的。她在一阵暴怒下就像中了癫狂似的。至少，那是她的说法：因为她吵到高潮时忽然跑掉了，把她自己锁起来。后来，她拒绝吃东西，现在她时而胡言乱语，时而沉入半昏迷状态。她还认识她周围的人，可是心里尽是各种奇怪的念头和幻觉。”

“林惇先生一定会很难过吧？”肯尼兹带着询问的口吻说。

“难过吗？要是有什么事发生，他的心都要碎啦！”我回答，“如果没有必要，就别吓唬他吧。”

“唉，我告诉过他要小心，”我的同伴说，“他忽视了我的警告，就一定更遭到这后果！他最近跟希刺克厉夫先生不是还挺亲密的吗？”

“希刺克厉夫常常到田庄来，”我回答，“然而多半是由于女主人的力量，她在他小时候就认识他，并不见得是因为主人喜欢他来作伴。目前他是用不着再来拜访了，因为他对林惇小姐有些想入非非。我认为他是不会再来了。”

“林惇小姐是不是对他不理睬呢？”医生又问。

“我并不是她的心腹人。”我回答，不愿意把这件事继续谈下去。

“不，她是一个机灵人，”他说，摇着头。“她有她自己的主意！可她是个真正的小傻子。我从可靠方面得来的消息，说是昨天夜里（多糟糕的一夜呀！）她和希刺克厉夫在你们房子后面的田园里散步了两个多钟头。他强迫她不要再进去，干脆骑上他的马跟他一块走就得啦！据向我报告的人说她保证准备一下，等下次再见面就走，这才算挡开了他，至于下次是哪天，他没听见，可是你要劝林惇先生提防着点！”

这个消息使我心里充满了新的恐惧，我跑到肯尼兹前面，差不多是一路跑回来。小狗还在花园里狺狺叫着。我腾出一分钟的时间好给它开门，可它不进去，却来回在草地上嗅，如果我不把它抓住，把它带进去的话，它还要溜到大路上去呢。我一上楼走到伊莎贝拉的房间里，我的疑虑就证实了：那里没有人。我要是早来一两个钟头，林惇夫人的病也许会阻止她这莽撞的行动。可是现在还能作什么呢？如果我立刻去追，也不见得追上他们。无论如何，我不能追他们。而且我也不敢惊动全家，把大家搞得惊慌失措；更不敢把这件事向我的主人揭露，他正沉浸在他目前的灾难里，经受不住又一次的悲痛了！我看不出有什么法子，除了不吭声，而且听其自然；肯尼兹到了，我带着一副难看的神色去为他通报。凯瑟琳正在不安心的睡眠中：她的丈夫已经平静了她那过分的狂乱，他现在俯在她枕上，瞅着她那带着痛苦表情的脸上的每一个阴影和每一个变化。

医生亲自检查病状后，抱有希望地跟他说，只要我们能在她四周继续保持完全的平静，这病可以见好。但他向我预示，这面临的危险与其说是死亡，倒不如说是永久的精神错乱。

那一夜我没合眼，林惇先生也没有。的确，我们根本没上床。仆人们都比平常起得早多了，他们在家里悄悄地走动着，他们在做事时碰到一起，就低声交谈。除了伊莎贝拉小姐，每个人都在活动着。他们开始说起她睡得真香。她哥哥也问她起来了没有，仿佛很急于要她在场，而且仿佛挺伤心，因为她对她嫂嫂表现得如此不关心。我直发抖，唯恐他差我去叫她。可是我倒免掉作第一个宣告她的私逃的人这场痛苦了。有一个女仆，一个轻率的姑娘，一早就被差遣到吉默吞去，这时大口喘着气跑上楼，冲到卧房里来，喊着：

“啊，不得了，不得了啦！我们还要闹出什么乱子啊？主人主人，我们小姐——”

“别吵！”我赶忙叫，对她那嚷嚷劲儿大为愤怒。

“低声点，玛丽——怎么回事？”林惇先生说，“你们小姐怎么啦？”

“她走啦，她走啦！那个希刺克厉夫带她跑啦！”这姑娘喘着说。

“那不会是真的！”林惇叫着，激动地站起来了。“不可能是真的。你脑子里怎么会有这种想法？丁艾伦，去找她。这是没法相信的：不可能。”

他一面说着，一面把那仆人带到门口，又反复问她有什么理由说出这种话来。

“唉，我在路上遇见一个到这儿取牛奶的孩子，”她结结巴巴地说，“他问我们田庄里是不是出了乱子。我以为他是指太太的病，所以我就回答说，是啊。他就说，‘我猜想有人追他们去了吧？’我愣住了。他看出我根本不知道那事，他就告诉我过了半夜没多久，有位先生和一位小姐怎么在离吉默吞两英里远的一个铁匠铺那儿钉马掌！又是怎么那铁匠的姑娘起来偷偷看他们是谁：她马上认出他们来了。她注意到这人——那是希刺克厉夫，她拿得准一定是：没有人会认错他，而且——他还付了一个金镑，把它交在父亲手里。那位小姐用斗篷遮着脸；可是她想要喝水的时候，斗篷掉在后面，她把她看得清清楚楚。他们骑马向前走，希刺克厉夫抓住两只马的缰绳，他们掉脸离开村子走了，而且在粗糙不平的路上尽量能跑多快就跑多快。那姑娘倒没跟她父亲说，可是今天早上，她把这事传遍了吉默吞。”

为了表面上敷衍一下，我跑去望望伊莎贝拉的屋子；当我回来时，便证实了这仆人的话。林惇先生坐在床边他的椅子上。我一进来，他抬起眼睛，从我呆呆的神色中看出了意思，便垂下眼睛，没有吩咐什么，也没有说一个字。

“我们是不是要想法追她回来呢？”我询问着。“我们怎么办呢？”

“她是自己要走的，”主人回答，“她有权爱上哪儿，就可以上哪儿。不要再拿她的事烦我吧。从今以后她只有在名份上是我的妹妹；倒不是我不认她，是因为她不认我。”

那就是关于这事他说的所有的话：他没有再多问一句，怎么也没提过她，除了命令我，等我知道她的新家时，不管是在哪儿，要把她在家里的所有东西都给她送去。

亦汐

Chapter 12




While Miss Linton moped about the park and garden, always silent, and almost always in tears; and her brother shut himself up among books that he never opened--wearying, I guessed, with a continual vague expectation that Catherine, repenting her conduct, would come of her own accord to ask pardon, and seek a reconciliation--and she fasted pertinaciously, under the idea, probably, that at every meal, Edgar was ready to choke for her absence, and pride alone held him from running to cast himself at her feet: I went about my household duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body. I wasted no condolences on Miss, nor any expostulations on my mistress; nor did I pay much attention to the sighs of my master, who yearned to hear his lady's name, since he might not hear her voice. I determined they should come about as they pleased for me; and though it was a tiresomely slow process, I began to rejoice at length in a faint dawn of its progress: as I thought at first.

Mrs Linton, on the third day, unbarred her door, and having finished the water in her pitcher and decanter, desired a renewed supply, and a basin of gruel, for she believed she was dying. That I set down as a speech meant for Edgar's ears; I believed no such thing, so I kept it to myself and brought her some tea and dry toast. She ate and drank eagerly; and sank back on her pillow again clenching her hands and groaning. `Oh, I will die,' she exclaimed, `since no one cares anything about me. I wish I had not taken that.' Then a good while after I heard her murmur, `No, I'll not die--he'd be glad--he does not love me at all--he would never miss me!'

`Did you want anything, ma'am?' I inquired, still preserving my external composure, in spite of her ghastly countenance, and strange exaggerated manner.

`What is that apathetic being doing?' she demanded, pushing her thick entangled locks from her wasted face. `Has he fallen into a lethargy, or is he dead?'

`Neither,' replied I; `if you mean Mr Linton. He's tolerably well, I think, though his studies occupy him rather more than they ought: he is continually among his books, since he has no other society.'

I should not have spoken so, if I had known her true condition, but I could not get rid of the notion that she acted a part of her disorder.

`Among his books!' she cried, confounded. `And I dying! I on the brink of the grave! My God! does he know how I'm altered?' continued she, staring at her reflection in a mirror hanging against the opposite wall. `Is that Catherine Linton! He imagines me in a pet--in play, perhaps. Cannot you inform him that it is frightful earnest? Nelly, if it be not too late, as soon as I learn how he feels, I'll choose between these two; either to starve at once--that would be no punishment unless he had a heart--or to recover, and leave the country. Are you speaking the truth about him now? Take care. Is he actually so utterly indifferent for my life?'

`Why, ma'am,' I answered, `the master has no idea of your being deranged; and of course he does not fear that you will let yourself die of hunger.'

`You think not? Cannot you tell him I will?' she returned. `Persuade him! speak of your own mind: say you are certain I will!'

`No, you forget, Mrs Linton,' I suggested, `that you have eaten some food with a relish this evening, and tomorrow you will perceive its good effects.'

`If I were only sure it would kill him,' she interrupted, `I'd kill myself directly! These three awful nights, I've never closed my lids--and oh, I've been tormented! I've been haunted, Nelly! But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have, I'm positive; the people here. How dreary to meet death, surrounded by their cold faces! Isabella terrified and repelled, afraid to enter the room, it would be so dreadful to watch Catherine go. And Edgar standing solemnly by to see it over; then offering prayers of thanks to God for restoring peace to his house, and going back to his books! What in the name of all that feels has he to do with books, when I am dying?'

She could not bear the notion which I had put into her head of Mr Linton's philosophical resignation. Tossing about, she increased her feverish bewilderment to madness, and tore the pillow with her teeth; then raising herself up all burning, desired that I would open the window. We were in the middle of winter, the wind blew strong from the north-east, and I objected. Both the expressions flitting over her face, and the changes of her moods, began to alarm me terribly; and brought to my recollection her former illness, and the doctor's injunction that she should not be crossed. A minute previously she was violent; now, supported on one arm, and not noticing my refusal to obey her, she seemed to find childish diversion in pulling the feathers from the rents she had just made, and ranging them on the sheet according to their different species: her mind had strayed to other associations.

`That's a turkey's,' she murmured to herself; `and this is a wild duck's; and this is a pigeon's.Ah, they put pigeons' feathers in the pillows--no wonder I couldn't die! Let me take care to throw it on the floor when I lie down. And here is a moor-cock's; and this--I should know it among a thousand--it's a lapwing's. Bonny bird; wheeling over our heads in the middle of the moor. It wanted to get to its nest, for the clouds had touched the swells, and it felt rain coming. This feather was picked up from the heath, the bird was not shot: we saw its nest in the winter, full of little skeletons. Heathcliff set a trap over it, and the old ones dare not come. I made him promise he'd never shoot a lapwing after that, and he didn't. Yes, here are more! Did he shoot my lapwings, Nelly? Are they red, any of them! Let me look.'

`Give over with that baby-work!' I interrupted, dragging the pillow away, and turning the holes towards the mattress, for she was removing its contents by handfuls. `Lie down and shut your eyes: you're wandering. There's a mess! The down is flying about like snow.'

I went here and there collecting it.

`I see in you, Nelly,' she continued dreamily, `an aged woman: you have grey hair and bent shoulders. This bed is the fairy cave under Peniston Crag, and you are gathering elf-bolts to hurt our heifers; pretending, while I am near, that they are only locks of wool. That's what you'll come to fifty years hence: I know you are not so now. I'm not wandering: you're mistaken, or else I should believe you really were that withered hag, and I should think I was under Peniston Crag; and I'm conscious it's night, and there are two candles on the table making the black press shine like jet.'

`The black press? where is that?' I asked. `You are talking in your sleep!'

`It's against the wall, as it always is,' she replied. `It does appear odd--I see a face in it!'

`There's no press in the room, and never was,' said I, resuming my seat, and looping up the curtain that I might watch her.

`Don't you see that face?' she inquired, gazing earnestly at the mirror.

And say what I could, I was incapable of making her comprehend it to be her own; so I rose and covered it with a shawl.

`It's behind there still!' she pursued anxiously. `And it stirred. Who is it? I hope it will not come out when you are gone! Oh! Nelly, the room is haunted! I'm afraid of being alone!'

I took her hand in mine, and bid her be composed: for a succession of shudders convulsed her frame, and she would keep straining her gaze towards the glass.

`There's nobody here!' I insisted. `It was yourself, Mrs Linton: you knew it a while since.'

`Myself!' she gasped, `and the clock is striking twelve! It's true, then! that's dreadful!'

Her fingers clutched the clothes, and gathered them over her eyes. I attempted to steal to the door with an intention of calling her husband; but I was summoned back by a piercing shriek--the shawl had dropped from the frame.

`Why, what is the matter?' cried I. `Who is coward now? Wake up! That is the glass--the mirror, Mrs Linton; and you see yourself in it, and there am I too, by your side.'

Trembling and bewildered, she held me fast, but the horror gradually passed from her countenance; its paleness gave place to a glow of shame.

`Oh, dear! I thought I was at home,' she sighed. `I thought I was lying in my chamber at Wuthering Heights. Because I'm weak, my brain got confused, and I screamed unconsciously. Don t say anything; but stay with me. I dread sleeping: my dreams appal me.'

`A sound sleep would do you good, ma'am,' I answered; `and I hope this suffering will prevent your trying starving again.'

`Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!' she went on bitterly, wringing her hands, `And that wind sounding in the firs by the lattice. Do let me feel it--it comes straight down the moor--do let me have one breath!'

To pacify her, I held the casement ajar a few seconds. A cold blast rushed through; I closed it, and returned to my post. She lay still now, her face bathed in tears. Exhaustion of body had entirely subdued her spirit: our fiery Catherine was no better than a wailing child.

`How long is it since I shut myself in here?' she asked, suddenly reviving.

`It was Monday evening,' I replied, `and this is Thursday night, or rather Friday morning, at present.

`What! of the same week?' she exclaimed. `Only that brief time?'

`Long enough to live on nothing but cold water and ill-temper, observed I.

`Well, it seems a weary number of hours,' she muttered doubtfully: `it must be more. I remember being in the parlour after they had quarrelled, and Edgar being cruelly provoking, and me running into this room desperate. As soon as ever I had barred the door, utter blackness overwhelmed me, and I fell on the floor. I couldn't explain to Edgar how certain I felt of having a fit, or going raging mad, if he persisted in teasing me! I had no command of tongue, or brain, and he did not guess my agony, perhaps: it barely left me sense to try to escape from him and his voice. Before I recovered sufficiently to see and hear, it began to be dawn, and, Nelly, I'll tell you what I thought, and what has kept recurring and recurring till I feared for my reason. I thought as I lay there, with my head against that table leg, and my eyes dimly discerning the grey square of the window, that I was enclosed in the oak-panelled bed at home; and my heart ached with some great grief which, just waking, I could not recollect. I pondered, and worried myself to discover what it could be, and, most strangely, the whole last seven years of my life grew a blank! I did not recall that they had been at all. I was a child; my father was just buried, and my misery arose from the separation that Hindley had ordered between me and Heathcliff. I was laid alone, for the first time; and, rousing from a dismal doze after a night of weeping, I lifted my hand to push the panels aside: it struck the table top! I swept it along the carpet, and then memory burst in: my late anguish was swallowed in a paroxysm of despair. I cannot say why I felt so wildly wretched: it must have been temporary derangement, for there is scarcely cause. But, supposing at twelve years old I had been wrenched from the Heights, and every early association, and my all in all, as Heathcliff was at that time, and been converted at a stroke into Mrs Linton, the lady of Thrushcross Grange, and the wife of a stranger: an exile, and outcast, thenceforth, from what had been my world. You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled! Shake your head as you will, Nelly, you have helped to unsettle me! You should have spoken to Edgar, indeed you should, and compelled him to leave me quiet! Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open! Quick, why don't you move?'

`Because I won't give you your death of cold,' I answered.

`You won't give me a chance of life, you mean,' she said sullenly. `However, I'm not helpless, yet: I'll open it myself.'

And sliding from the bed before I could hinder her, she crossed the room, walking very uncertainly, threw it back, and bent out, careless of the frosty air that cut about her shoulders as keen as a knife. I entreated, and finally attempted to force her to retire. But I soon found her delirious strength much surpassed mine (she was delirious, I became convinced by her subsequent actions and ravings). There was no moon, and everything beneath lay in misty darkness: not a light gleamed from any house, far or near--all had been extinguished long ago; and those at Wuthering Heights were never visible--still she asserted she caught their shining.

`Look!' she cried eagerly, `that's my room with the candle in it, and the trees swaying before it: and the other candle is in Joseph's garret. Joseph sits up late, doesn't he? He's waiting till I come home that he may lock the gate. Well, he'll wait a while yet. It's a rough journey, and a sad heart to travel it; and we must pass by Gimmerton Kirk, to go that journey! We've braved its ghosts often together, and dared each other to stand among the graves and ask them to come. But, Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you. I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me. I never will!'

She paused, and resumed with a strange smile. `He's considering--he'd rather I'd come to him! Find a way, then! not through that kirkyard. You are slow! Be content, you always followed me!'

Perceiving it vain to argue against her insanity, I was planning how I could reach something to wrap about her, without quitting my hold of herself (for I could not trust her alone by the gaping lattice), when, to my consternation, I heard the rattle of the door handle, and Mr Linton entered. He had only then come from the library; and, in passing through the lobby, had noticed our talking and been attracted by curiosity, or fear, to examine what it signified, at that late hour.

`Oh, sir!' I cried, checking the exclamation risen to his lips at the sight which met him, and the bleak atmosphere of the chamber. `My poor mistress is ill, and she quite masters me: I cannot manage her at all; pray, come and persuade her to go to bed. Forget your anger, for she's hard to guide any way but her own.'

亦汐

Catherine ill?' he said, hastening to us. `Shut the window, Ellen! Catherine! why--

He was silent. The haggardness of Mrs Linton's appearance smote him speechless, and he could only glance from her to me in horrified astonishment.

`She's been fretting here,' I continued, `and eating scarcely anything, and never complaining; she would admit none of us till this evening, and so we couldn't inform you of her state as we were not aware of it ourselves; but it is nothing.'

I felt I uttered my explanations awkwardly; the master frowned. `It is nothing, is it, Ellen Dean?' he said sternly. `You shall account more clearly for keeping me ignorant of this!' And he took his wife in his arms, and looked at her with anguish.

At first she gave him no glance of recognition; he was invisible to her abstracted gaze. The delirium was not fixed, however; having weaned her eyes from contemplating the outer darkness, by degrees she centred her attention on him, and discovered who it was that held her.

`Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?' she said, with angry animation. `You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now--I see we shall--but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my resting-place, where I'm bound before spring is over! There it is: not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel roof, but in the open air, with a headstone; and you may please yourself, whether you go to them or come to me!'

`Catherine, what have you done?' commenced the master. `Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch Heath--'

`Hush!' cried Mrs Linton. `Hush, this moment! You mention that name and I end the matter instantly, by a spring from the window! What you touch at present you may have; but my soul will be on that hill top before you lay hands on me again. I don't want you, Edgar: I'm past wanting you. Return to your books. I'm glad you possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone.'

`Her mind wanders, sir,' I interposed. `She has been talking nonsense the whole evening; but let her have quiet, and proper attendance, and she'll rally. Hereafter, we must be cautious how we vex her.'

`I desire no further advice from you,' answered Mr Linton. `You know your mistress's nature, and you encouraged me to harass her. And not to give me one hint of how she has been these three days! It was heartless! Months of sickness could not cause such a change!'

I began to defend myself, thinking it too bad to be blamed for another's wicked waywardness. `I knew Mrs Linton's nature to be headstrong and domineering,' cried I; `but I didn't know that you wished to foster her fierce temper! I didn't know that, to humour her, I should wink at Mr Heathcliff. I performed the duty of a faithful servant in telling you, and I have got a faithful servant's wages! Well, it will teach me to be careful next time. Next time you may gather intelligence for yourself!'

`The next time you bring a tale to me, you shall quit my service, Ellen Dean,' he replied.

`You'd rather hear nothing about it, I suppose, then, Mr Linton?' said I. `Heathcliff has your permission to come a courting to miss, and to drop in at every opportunity your absence offers, on purpose to poison the mistress against you?'

Confused as Catherine was, her wits were alert at applying our conversation.

`Ah! Nelly has played traitor,' she exclaimed passionately. `Nelly is my hidden enemy. You witch! So you do seek elf-bolts to hurt us! Let me go, I'll make her rue! I'll make her howl a recantation!'

A maniac's fury kindled under her brows; she struggled desperately to disengage herself from Linton's arms. I felt no inclination to tarry the event; and, resolving to seek medical aid on my own responsibility, I quitted the chamber.

In passing the garden to reach the road, at a place where a bridle hook is driven into the wall, I saw something white moved irregularly, evidently by another agent than the wind. Notwithstanding my hurry, I stayed to examine it, lest ever after I should have the conviction impressed on my imagination that it was a creature of the other world. My surprise and perplexity were great to discover, by touch more than vision, Miss Isabella's springer, Fanny, suspended by a handkerchief, and nearly at its last gasp. I quickly released the animal, and lifted it into the garden. I had seen it follow its mistress upstairs when she went to bed; and wondered much how it could have got out there, and what mischievous person had treated it so. While untying the knot round the hook, it seemed to me that I repeatedly caught the beat of horses' feet galloping at some distance; but there were such a number of things to occupy my reflections that I hardly gave the circumstance a thought: though it was a strange sound, in that place, at two o'clock in the morning.

Mr Kenneth was fortunately just issuing from his house to see a patient in the village as I came up the street; and my account of Catherine Linton's malady induced him to accompany me back immediately. He was a plain rough man; and he made no scruple to speak his doubts of her surviving this second attack; unless she were more submissive to his directions than she had shown herself before.

`Nelly Dean,' said he, `I can't help fancying there's an extra cause for this. What has there been to do at the Grange? We've odd reports up here. A stout, hearty lass like Catherine, does not fall ill for a trifle; and that sort of people should not either. It's hard work bringing them through fevers, and such things. How did it begin?'

`The master will inform you,' I answered; `but you are acquainted with the Earnshaws' violent dispositions, and Mrs Linton caps them all. I may say this: it commenced in a quarrel. She was struck during a tempest of passion with a kind of fit. That's her account, at least; for she flew off in the height of it, and locked herself up. Afterwards, she refused to eat, and now she alternately raves and remains in a half-dream; knowing those about her, by having her mind filled with all sorts of strange ideas and illusions.'

`Mr Linton will be sorry?' observed Kenneth, interrogatively.

`Sorry? he'll break his heart should anything happen!' I replied. `Don't alarm him more than necessary.

`Well, I told him to beware,' said my companion; `and he must bide the consequences of neglecting my warning! Hasn't he been thick with Mr Heathcliff, lately?'

`Heathcliff frequently visits at the Grange,' answered I, `though more on the strength of the mistress having known him when a boy, than because the master likes his company. At present, he's discharged from the trouble of calling; owing to some presumptuous aspirations after Miss Linton which he manifested. I hardly think he'll be taken in again.'

`And does Miss Linton turn a cold shoulder on him?' was the doctor's next question.

`I'm not in her confidence,' returned I, reluctant to continue the subject.

`No, she's a sly one,' he remarked, shaking his head. `She keeps her own counsel! But she's a real little fool. I have it from good authority, that, last night (and a pretty night it was!) she and Heathcliff were walking in the plantation at the back of your house, above two hours; and he pressed her not to go in again, but just mount his horse and away with him! My informant said she could only put him off by pledging her word of honour to be prepared on their first meeting after that: when it was to be, he didn't hear; but you urge Mr Linton to look sharp!'

This news filled me with fresh fears; I outstripped Kenneth, and ran most of the way back. The little dog was yelping in the garden yet. I spared a minute to open the gate for it, but instead of going to the house door, it coursed up and down snuffing the grass, and would have escaped to the road, had I not seized and conveyed it in with me. On ascending to Isabella's room, my suspicions were confirmed: it was empty. Had I been a few hours sooner, Mrs Linton's illness might have arrested her rash step. But what could be done now? There was a bare possibility of overtaking them if pursued instantly. I could not pursue them, however; and I dare not rouse the family, and fill the place with confusion; still less unfold the business to my master, absorbed as he was in his present calamity, and having no heart to spare for a second grief! I saw nothing for it but to hold my tongue, and suffer matters to take their course; and Kenneth being arrived, I went with a badly composed countenance to announce him. Catherine lay in a troubled sleep: her husband had succeeded in soothing the access of frenzy: he now hung over her pillow, watching every shade, and every change of her painfully expressive features.

The doctor, on examining the case for himself, spoke hopefully to him of its having a favourable termination, if we could only preserve around her perfect and constant tranquillity. To me, he signified the threatening danger was not so much death, as permanent alienation of intellect.

I did not close my eyes that night, nor did Mr Linton: indeed, we never went to bed; and the servants were all up long before the usual hour, moving through the house with stealthy tread, and exchanging whispers as they encountered each other in their vocations. Everyone was active, but Miss Isabella; and they began to remark how sound she slept: her brother, too, asked if she had risen, and seemed impatient for her presence, and hurt that she showed so little anxiety for her sister-in-law. I trembled lest he should send me to call her; but I was spared the pain of being the first proclaimant of her flight. One of the maids, a thoughtless girl, who had been on an early errand to Gimmerton, came panting upstairs, openmouthed, and dashed into the chamber, crying:

`Oh, dear, dear! What mun we have next? Master, master, our young lady--

`Hold your noise!' cried I hastily, enraged at her clamorous manner.

`Speak lower, Mary--What is the matter?' said Mr Linton. `What ails your young lady?'

`She's gone, she's gone! Yon' Heathcliff's run off wi' her!' gasped the girl.

`That is not true!' exclaimed Linton, rising in agitation. `It cannot be: how has the idea entered your head? Ellen Dean, go and seek her. It is incredible: it cannot be.'

As he spoke he took the servant to the door, and then repeated his demand to know her reasons for such an assertion.

`Why, I met on the road a lad that fetches milk here,' she stammered, `and he asked whether we weren't in trouble at the Grange. I thought he meant for missis's sickness, so I answered, yes. Then says he, "They's somebody gone after `em, I guess?" I stared. He saw I knew nought about it, and he told how a gentleman and lady had stopped to have a horse's shoe fastened at a blacksmith's shop, two miles out of Gimmerton, not very long after midnight! and how the blacksmith's lass had got up to spy who they were: she knew them both directly. And she noticed the man--Heathcliff it was, she felt certain: nobody could mistake him, besides--put a sovereign in her father's hand for payment. The lady had a cloak about her face; but having desired a sup of water, while she drank, it fell back, and she saw her very plain. Heathcliff held both bridles as they rode on, and they set their faces from the village, and went as fast as the rough roads would let them. The lass said nothing to her father, but she told it all over Gimmerton this morning.'

I ran and peeped, for form's sake, into Isabella's room; confirming, when I returned, the servant's statement. Mr Linton had resumed his seat by the bed; on my re-entrance, he raised his eyes, read the meaning of my blank aspect, and dropped them without giving an order, or uttering a word.

`Are we to try any measures for overtaking and bringing her back?' I inquired. `How should we do?'

`She went of her own accord,' answered the master; `she had a right to go if she pleased. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only my sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.'

And that was all he said on the subject: he did not make a single inquiry further, or mention her in any way, except directing me to send what property she had in the house to her fresh home, wherever it was, when I knew it.

亦汐

第十三章




两个月以来逃亡的人不见踪影。在这两个月里，林惇夫人受到了而且也克服了所谓脑膜炎的最厉害的冲击。任何一个母亲看护自己的独生子也不能比埃德加照料她更为尽心。日日夜夜，他守着，耐心地忍受着精神混乱与丧失理性的人所能给予的一切麻烦；虽然肯尼兹说他从坟墓中救出来的人日后反而成为使他经常焦虑的根源，——事实上，他牺牲了健康和精力不过是保住了一个废人——当凯瑟琳被宣告脱离生命危险时，他的感激和欢乐是无限的；他一小时一小时地坐在她旁边，看着她的健康渐渐恢复，而且幻想她的心理也会恢复平衡，不久就会完全和她以前本人一样。他就靠这个幻想使他那过于乐观的希望得到安慰。

她第一次离开卧房是在那年三月初。早上，林惇先生在她枕上放一束金色的藏红花。她已经有好久不习惯一点欢乐的光辉，当她醒来一看见这些花，就兴高采烈地把它们拢在一起，眼睛放出愉快的光彩。

“这些是山庄上开得最早的花，”她叫。“它们使我想起轻柔的暖风，和煦的阳光，还有快融化的雪。埃德加，外面有南风没有，雪是不是快化完啦？”

“这儿的雪差不多全化完了，亲爱的，”她的丈夫回答。

“在整个旷野上我只能看见两个白点：天是蓝的，百灵在歌唱，小河小溪都涨满了水。凯瑟琳，去年春天这时候，我正在渴望着你到这个房子里来；现在，我却希望你到一两哩路外的那些山庄上去：风吹得这么惬意，我觉得这可以医好你的病。”

“我再去一次就不会回来了，”病人说，“然后你就要离开我，我就要永远留在那儿。明年春天你又要渴望我到这个房子来，你就要回忆过去，而且想到今天你是快乐的。”

林惇在她身上不惜施以最温柔的爱抚，而且用最亲昵的话想使她高兴。可是，她茫然地望着花，眼泪聚在睫毛上，顺着她的双颊直淌，她也未在意。我们知道她是真的好些了，因此，确信她是由于长期关闭在一个地方才产生出这种沮丧的情绪，要是换一个地方，也许会消除一些的。主人叫我在那好几个星期没人进出的客厅里燃起炉火来，搬一把舒服的椅子放在窗口阳光下，然后把她抱下楼来。她坐了很久，享受着舒适的温暖。如我们所料，她四周的一切使她活泼起来了：这些东西虽然是熟悉的，却摆脱了笼罩着她那可厌的病床的那些凄凉的联想。晚上，看来她精疲力尽，但是没法劝她回卧房去，我只得在还没有布置好另一间屋子的时候，先把客厅沙发铺好作为她的床。为了不必上下楼太累，我们收拾了这间，就是你现在躺着的这间——跟客厅在同一层。不久她又好一点，可以靠在埃德加臂上从这间走到那间了。啊，我自己也想，她得到这样的服侍，是会复原的。而且有双重的原因希望她复原，因为另一个生命也倚仗她的生存而生存；我们都暗暗地希望林惇先生的心不久就会快乐起来，而他的土地，由于继承人的诞生，将不至于被一个陌生人夺去。

这儿我应该提一提伊莎贝拉在她走后六个星期左右，寄了一封短信给她哥哥，宣布她跟希刺克厉夫结婚了。信写得似乎冷淡乏味，可是在下面用铅笔写了隐晦的道歉的话，而且说如果她的行为得罪了他，就恳求他原谅与和解：说她当时没法不这样作，事已如此，现在她也无法反悔。我相信林惇没回这封信。过了两个多星期，我收到一封长信，这信出自一个刚过完蜜月的新娘的笔下，我认为很古怪。现在我来把它念一遍，因为我还留着它呢。死人的任何遗物都是珍贵的，如果他们生前就被人重视的话。

亲爱的艾伦，（信是这样开始的）——昨天晚上我来到呼啸山庄，这才头一回听到凯瑟琳曾经，而且现在还是病得很厉害。我想我千万不能给她写信，我哥哥不是太生气，就是太难过，以至于不回我写给他的信。可是，我一定要给个什么人写封信，留给我唯一的对象就是你了。

告诉埃德加我只要能再见他一面，就是离开人世也愿意——我离开画眉田庄还不到二十四小时我的心就回到那儿了，直到这时我的心还在那儿，对他，还有凯瑟琳充满了热烈的感情。虽然我不能随着我的心意做——（这些字下面是划了线的）——他们用不着期待我，他们可以随便下什么结论；可是，注意，不要归罪于我的脆弱的意志或不健全的情感。

这下面的话是给你一个人看的。我要问你两个问题：第一个是——

你当初住在这里的时候，你是怎么努力保存着人类通常所有的同情之心的？我没法看出来我周围的人和我有什么共同的感情。

第二个问题是我非常关心的，就是——

希刺克厉夫是人吗？如果是，他是不是疯了？如果不是，他是不是一个魔鬼？我不想告诉你我问这话的理由。可是如果你能够的话，我求你解释一下我嫁给了一个什么东西——那就是说，等你来看我的时候你告诉我。而且，艾伦，你必须很快就来。不要写信，就来吧，把埃德加的话也捎给我吧。

现在，你听听我在我这个新家是怎样被接待的吧，因为我不得不认为这个山庄将是我的新家了。若是我告诉你在这里表面生活上的不舒适，那仅仅是哄哄自己的，这些从来没有占据过我的思想，除非在我想念这些的时候。要是我明白我的痛苦完全是由于缺少舒适所致，其余的一切只是一场离奇的梦，那我真要高兴得大笑大跳了。

在我们向旷野走去时，太阳已经落在田庄后面了。根据这一点，我想该是六点钟了。我的同伴停留了半小时，检查着果树园，花园，还有，也许就是这地方本身，尽可能不放过任何一处，因此当我们在田舍的铺了石子的院子下马时，天已经黑了。你的老同事，仆人约瑟夫，借着烛光出来接我们。他以一种足以给他面子增光的礼貌来接待我们。他的第一个动作就是把烛火向上举得和我的脸平齐，恶毒地斜瞅一眼，撇着他的下唇，就转身走开了。随后他牵着两匹马，把它们带到马厩里去，又重新出现，目的是锁外面大门，仿佛我们住在一座古代堡垒里一样。

希刺克厉夫待在那儿跟他说话，我就进了厨房——一个又脏又乱的洞。我敢说你认不得那儿了，比起归你管的那时候可变得多了。有一个恶狠狠的孩子站在炉火旁边，身体健壮，衣服肮脏，眼睛和嘴角都带着凯瑟琳的神气。

“这是埃德加的内侄吧，”我想——“也可以算是我的内侄呢。我得跟他握手，而且——是的——我得亲亲他。一开始就建立相互了解是正确的。”

我走近他，打算去握他那胖拳头，说：

“我亲爱的，你好吗？”

他用一种我没法懂的话回答我。

“你和我可以作朋友吗，哈里顿？”这是我第二次试着攀谈。

来了一声咒骂，而且恐吓说如果我不“滚开”，就要叫勒头儿来咬我了，这便是我的坚持所得的报酬。

“喂，勒头儿，娃儿！”这小坏蛋低声叫，把一只杂种的牛头狗从墙角它的窝里唤出来。“现在，你走不走？”他很威风地问道。

出于对我生命的爱惜，我服从了。我迈出门槛，等着别人进来。到处也不见希刺克厉夫的踪影。约瑟夫呢，我跟他走到马厩，请他陪我进去，他先瞪着我，又自己咕噜着，随后就皱起鼻子回答：

“咪！咪！咪！基督徒可曾听过像这样话没有？扭扭捏捏，叽哩咕噜！我怎么知道你说什么呢？”

“我说，我想你陪我到屋里去！”我喊着，以为他聋了，但是十分厌恶他的粗暴无礼。

“我才不！我还有别的事作哩，”他回答，继续干他的活。同时抖动着他那瘦长的下巴，带着顶轻蔑的样子打量我的衣着和面貌（衣服未免太精致，但是面貌，我相信他想要多惨就有多惨）。

我绕过院子，穿过一个侧门，走到另一个门前，我大胆敲了敲，希望也许有个客气点的仆人出现。过了一会，一个高大而样子可怕的男人开了门，他没戴围巾，全身上下显得邋遢，不修边幅。他的脸都被披在他肩膀上的一大堆乱七八糟的头发遮住了；他的眼睛也生得像幽灵似的凯瑟琳的眼睛，所有的美都毁灭无遗了。

“你到这儿干吗？”他凶狠狠地问道。“你是谁？”

“我的姓名是伊莎贝拉·林惇，”我回答。“先生，你以前见过我的。我最近嫁给希刺克厉夫先生了，他把我带到这儿来的——我猜是已经得到了你的允许的。”

“那么，他回来了吗？”这个隐士问，像个饿狼似的睨视着。

“是的，这会我们刚刚到，”我说，“可是他把我撂在厨房门口不管了。我正想进去的时候，你的小孩在那儿作哨兵，他叫来一只牛头狗，帮着他把我吓跑了。”

“这该死的流氓居然说到做到，倒不错！”我的未来的主人吼着，向我后面的黑暗里张望，想发现希刺克厉夫。然后他信口开河地自言自语咒骂一通，又讲了一连串威胁人的话，说如果那“恶魔”骗了他，他便要如何如何。

我很后悔曾想从这第二个门里进去，他还没咒骂完，我已经想溜开了，可是我还没能照这个打算做，他就命令我进去，把门关上，上了锁。房里炉火很旺，那就是这间大屋子里所有的光亮了，地板已经全部变成灰色；曾经闪亮的白镴盘子，当我还是个小女孩时，总是吸引着我瞅它，如今已被污垢和灰尘搞得同样的暗淡无光。我问他们我可不可以叫女仆带我到卧房去！恩萧先生却没有回答。他来回地走着，手插在口袋里，显然完全忘了我的存在。这当儿，他是那样的心不在焉，那样一脸的愤世嫉俗的神态，使我也不敢再打扰他了。

艾伦，你对我这特别不快活的感觉不会奇怪吧，我坐在那不好客的炉火旁，比孤独还糟，想起四英里外就有我的愉快的家，住着我在世上所最爱的人。然而却像是大西洋隔开了我们，而不是四英里：我越不过它！我扪心自问——我该向哪儿寻求安慰呢？而且——千万不要告诉埃德加或凯瑟琳——撇开各种悲哀不谈，这点是主要的：灰心绝望，因为找不到任何人能够或是愿意作我的同盟来反对希刺克厉夫！我到呼啸山庄来住曾经几乎高兴过一阵，因为这样安排就可以从此不必跟他单独过日子了。但是他懂得跟我们相处的人，他并不怕他们会管闲事。

我坐着，想着，悲悲切切地过了一会儿。钟敲了八下，九下，我的同伴仍然来回踱着，他的头垂到胸前，而且完全沉默，只有间或迸出一声呻吟或一声辛酸的叹息。我倾听着，想听到屋里有女人的声音，我心里充满了狂乱的悔恨和凄凉的预感，我终于忍不住出声地叹息着，哭了。我本来没理会我是怎么当着人伤心起来，直到恩萧在我对面停住了他那规规矩矩的散步，而且以如梦初醒的惊奇神情盯着我。利用他那恢复了的注意力，我就大声说：

“我走得累了，想上床睡觉！女仆在哪里？既是她不来见我，就领我去找她吧！”

“我们没有女仆，”他回答，“你就伺候你自己吧！”“那么，我该在哪儿睡呢？”我抽泣着，我已经顾不得自尊心了，我的自尊心已经被疲劳和狼狈压倒了。

“约瑟夫会领你到希刺克厉夫的卧房去，”他说，“开开那门——他在里面。”

我正要遵命，可他忽然捉住我，用最古怪的腔调说：

“你最好锁上门，上了门闩——别忘了！”

“好吧！”我说。“可是为什么呢，恩萧先生？”我从来没有过这种念头，故意把我自己跟希刺克厉夫锁在屋里。

“瞧这儿！”他回答，从他的背心里拔出一把做得很特别的手枪，枪筒上安着一把双刃的弹簧刀。“对于一个绝望的人，那是个很诱惑人的东西，是不是？我每天晚上总不能不带这个上楼，还要试试他的门。若是有一次我发现门是开着的，他可就完蛋了；就是一分钟之前我还想出一百条理由使我忍下去，我也一定还是这样作：是有魔鬼逼着我去杀掉他，好打乱我自己的计划。你反抗那魔鬼，爱反抗多久就多久；时辰一到，天上所有的天使也救不了他！”

我好奇地细看着这武器。我想到一个可怕的念头：我要是有这么一个武器，就可以变成强者了。我从他手里拿过来，摸摸刀刃。他对我脸上一瞬间所流露的表情觉得惊愕：那表情不是恐怖，而是贪婪。他猜忌地把手枪夺回去，合拢刀子，又把它藏回原处。

“你就是告诉他，我也不在乎，”他说。“让他警戒，替他防守。我看出，你知道我们的关系：他身受危险，可你并不惊慌。”

“希刺克厉夫对你怎么啦？”我问。“他有什么事得罪了你，惹起这么怕人的仇恨？叫他离开这个家不是更聪明些吗？”

“不！”恩萧大发雷霆，“要是他提议离开我，他就要成为一个死人啦：你要是劝他离开，你就是一个杀人犯！难道我就得失去一切，没有挽回的机会吗？哈里顿是不是要作一个乞丐呢？啊，天杀的！我一定要拿回来：他的金子，我也要；还有他的血；地狱将收留他的灵魂！有了那个客人，地狱要比以前黑暗十倍！”

艾伦，你曾经给我讲过你的旧主人的习惯。他分明在疯狂的边缘上了：至少昨天晚上他是这样的。我一靠近他就发抖，相比之下，那个仆人的毫无教养的坏脾气反倒叫人好受些。他现在又开始他那郁郁的走来走去了，我就拔起门闩，逃到厨房里去。约瑟夫正在弯着腰对着火，盯着火上悬着的一只大锅，还有一木盆的麦片摆在旁边高背椅上。锅里的东西开始烧滚了，他转过来把手朝盆里伸。我猜想这大概是预备我们的晚饭，我既然饿了，就决定要把它烧得能吃下去，因此尖声叫出来，“我来煮粥！”我把那个盆挪开，使他够不到，而且脱下我的帽子和骑马服。“恩萧先生，”我接着说，“叫我伺候自己：我就这样办。我不要在你们中间作小姐，因为我怕我会饿死的。”

“老天爷！”他咕噜着坐下来，抚摩着他那罗纹袜子，从膝盖摸到脚腕。“又要有新鲜的差使啦——我才习惯了两个东家，又有个女主人到我头上来啦，真像是时光流转，世事大变哪。我没想到过会有一天我得高开老地方——可我怀疑就近在眼前啦！”

他的悲叹并没有引起我注意。我敏捷地煮着粥，叹息着想起有一个时期一切都是欢乐有趣，可是马上不得不赶开这些记忆。回忆起昔日的快乐真使我感到难过，过去的幻影越拚命出现，我就把粥搅动得越快，大把大把的麦片掉在水里也更快。约瑟夫看到我这烹调方式，越来越气。

“瞧！”他大叫。“哈里顿，今天晚上可没你的麦粥喝啦，粥里没别的，只有像我拳头那么大的块块。瞧，又来啦！要我是你呀，我就连盆都扔下去！瞧呀，把粥都倒光，你这就算是搞完啦。砰，砰。锅底没敲掉还算大慈大悲呢！”

我承认，把粥倒在盆里时，简直是一团糟。预备了四个盆，一加伦的罐子盛着从牛奶场取来的新鲜牛奶，哈里顿抢过来就用他那张大的嘴连喝带漏。我忠告他，希望他用个杯子喝他的牛奶；我肯定说我没法尝搞得这么脏的牛奶。那个满腹牢骚的老头对于这种讲究居然大怒，再三地跟我说，“这孩子每一丁点”都跟我“一样的好”，“每一丁点都健康”。奇怪我怎么能这样自高自大。同时，那小恶徒继续吮着，他一边向着罐子里淌口水，一边还挑战似地怒目睨视着我。

“我要在另一间屋子吃晚饭，”我说。“你们没有可以叫做客厅的地方吗？”

“客厅！”他轻蔑地仿效着，“客厅！没有，我们没有客厅。要是你不喜欢跟我们在一起，找主人去好了。要是你不喜欢主人，还有我们啦。”

“那我就要上楼了。”我回答，“领我到一间卧房里去。”

我把我的盆放在一个托盘上，自己又去拿点牛奶，那个家伙说着一大堆嘟囔话站起来，在我上楼时走在我前面：我们走到阁楼，他时不时地开房门，把那些我们所经过的房间都瞧一下。

“这儿有间屋子，”终于，他突然拧着门轴推开一扇有裂缝的木板门。“在这里头喝点粥可够好啦。在角落里有堆稻草，就在那儿，挺干净。你要是怕弄脏你那华丽的绸衣服，就把手绢铺在上面吧。”

这屋子是个堆房之类，有一股强烈的麦子和谷子气味。各种粮食袋子堆在四周，中间留下一块宽大的空地方。

“怎么，你这个人，”我生气地对他大叫，“这不是睡觉的地方。我要看看我的卧房。”

“卧房，”他用嘲弄的声调重复一下。“你看了所有的卧房啦——这是我的。”

他指着第二个阁楼，跟头一个的唯一区别在于墙上空些，还有一张又大又矮的没有帐子的床，一头放着一床深蓝色的棉被。

“我要你的干吗？”我回骂着。“我猜希刺克厉夫先生总不会住在阁楼上吧，是吗？”

“啊！你是要希刺克厉夫少爷的房间呀？”他叫，好像有了新的发现似的。“你就不能早说吗？那么，我要告诉你，甭费事啦，那正是你看不到的一间屋子——他总是把它锁住的，谁也进不去，除了他自己。”

“你们有一个很好的家，约瑟夫。”我忍不住说，“还有讨人喜欢的同伴。我觉得在我的命运跟他们联在一起的这天起，世界上所有疯狂的精华都集聚到我的脑子里来了！但是，现在这些话说了也没用——还有别的房间呢。看在上天的份上，赶快把我安顿在什么地方吧！”

他对于这个恳求没有答理，只是固执地、沉重缓慢地走下木梯，在一间屋子的门口停下来。从他那停步不前和屋里家具的上等质料看来，我猜这是最好的一间了。那儿有块地毯——挺好的一块，可是图样已经被尘土弄得看不清楚了。一个壁炉上面糊着花纸，已经掉得一块块的。一张漂亮的橡木床，挂着很大的猩红色帷帐。用的材料是贵重的，式样也是时新的，但是显然被人粗心大意地使用过：原先挂成一只只花球的帐帘，给扭得脱出了帐钩，挂帐子的铁杆有一边弯成弧形，使帷帐拖在地板上了。椅子也都残缺，有好几把坏得很厉害。深深的凹痕把墙上的嵌板搞得很难看。我正想下决心进去住下来，这时我的笨蛋向导宣布：“这儿是主人的。”我的晚饭到这时候已经冷了，也没有胃口，忍耐也耗尽了。我坚持要马上有一个安身之处和供我休息的设备。

“到哪个鬼地方去呢？”这个虔诚的长者开始了。“主祝福我们！主饶恕我们！你要到哪个地狱去呢！你这麻烦的废物！你除了哈里顿的小屋子，可什么都看过啦。在这所房子里可没有别的洞可钻啦！”

我是这么烦恼，我把托盘和上面的东西突然往地上一丢，接着坐在楼梯口，捂着脸大哭起来。

“哎呀！哎呀！”约瑟夫大叫。“干得好呀，凯蒂小姐①！干得好呀，凯蒂小姐！可是呀，主人就会在这些破片上摔跤，那我们就等着听训吧。我们就听听该怎么着吧。不学好的疯子呀！你就应该从现在到圣诞节一直瘦下去，只因为你大发脾气把上帝的珍贵恩赐丢在地上！可你要是总这么任性，那我可不信。你以为希刺克厉夫受得了这种好作风？我巴望他在这会儿捉到你。但愿他捉到你。”

①凯蒂小姐——这是凯瑟琳的简称。约瑟夫在此时对伊莎贝拉大叫凯蒂小姐，是因为这时伊莎贝拉的脾气跟凯瑟琳过去在山庄时一样，约瑟夫在大怒之下，便脱口喊出“凯蒂小姐”！

他就这么骂骂咧咧地回到他的窝里，把蜡烛也带走了：留下我在黑暗里。紧接着这愚蠢的动作之后，我考虑一会，不得不承认有必要克制我的骄傲，咽下我的愤怒，并且振作起来把东西收拾干净。立刻出现了一个意外的帮手，就是勒头儿，我现在认出它就是我们的老狐儿的儿子：它小时是在田庄里，后来我父亲把它给了辛德雷先生。我猜想它认出我了：它用鼻尖顶顶我的鼻子算是敬礼，然后赶紧去舔粥。这时我一步一步摸索着，收拾起碎瓷片，用我的手绢擦掉溅在栏杆上的牛奶。

我们刚忙完，我就听见恩萧在过道上走过的脚步声；我的助手夹着尾巴，紧贴着墙，我偷偷地挨到最近的门口去了。狗想躲开，可是失败了；从一阵慌忙跑下楼的声音和可怜的长嗥，我就猜出来了。我的运气较好：他走过去，进了他的卧房，关上了门。紧接着，约瑟夫带哈里顿上楼，送他上床睡觉。我才发现我是躲在哈里顿的屋里，这老头一看见我就说：

“现在我想大厅可以容得下你和你的傲气了。那儿空了，你可以自己独占，上帝他老人家总是个第三者，陪着这样的坏人。”

我很高兴地利用了这个暗示，我刚刚坐到炉边的一张椅子上，就打瞌睡，睡着了。

我睡得又沉又香，虽然很快就睡不成。希刺克厉夫先生把我叫醒。他才进来，而且用他那可爱的态度质问我在那儿干吗？我告诉他我所以迟迟不去睡的原因——是他把我们的屋子钥匙搁在他的口袋里了。我们的这个附加词引起了他勃然大怒。他赌咒说那屋子本来不是，也永远不会归我所有；而且他要——可我不愿意再重复他的话，也不愿意描述他那照例的行为：他巧妙地、无休止地想尽方法激起我的憎恶！我有时觉得他实在奇怪，奇怪得减低了我的恐惧。可是，我跟你说，一只老虎或一条毒蛇使我引起的恐怖也抵不上他所引起的。他告诉我凯瑟琳有病，责怪是我哥哥逼出来的；发誓说一直要把我当作埃德加的替身来受罪，直到他能报复他为止。

我真恨他——我是不幸的——我作了一个傻瓜！千万不要把这事对田庄的任何人透露一点风声。我每天都期待着你——不要让我失望吧！

伊莎贝拉