child when Miss Cathy put her head in and whisperedâ
âAre you alone, Nelly?â
âYes, miss,â I replied, thinking I was.
She entered and approached the hearth. âWhereâs Heathcliff?â
âI donât know. About his work in the stable, I suppose.â
There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a trickle of tears from Catherineâs cheek to the flag-stones. âOh, dear!â she cried at last. âIâm very unhappy!â
âA pity,â I observed, still rocking the boy.
âNelly, will you keep a secret for me?â She knelt down by me, lifting her winsome eyes to my face.
âIs it worth keeping?â I inquired, less sulkily.
âYes, and it worries me, and I have to let it out! I want to know what I should do. Today, Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and Iâve given him an answer. Now, before I tell you whether I consented or not, I want you to tell me which it should have been.â
âReally, Miss Catherine, how can I know?â I set the sleeping boy before the fire on an old blanket where I could keep an eye on him. âConsidering the exhibition you performed in front of him this afternoon, he must be either hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool to still want you. You can be as mean as a snake some days, miss. And thatâs Godâs honest truth.â I raised a hand in oath. âNot that all in this cursed house are not as mad as May butter.â
âIf you talk like that, I wonât tell you any more,â she returned, peevishly, rising to her feet. âI accepted him, Nelly. Be quick, and say whether I was wrong!â
I sat in my place again. âYou accepted him!â I cried. The fatâs in the fire now, I thought with a sinking heart. Heathcliff will be neither to hold nor to bind. âThen what good is it discussing the matter if youâve already told Linton youâll marry him?â
âBut you havenât said whether I should have done it!â she exclaimed, rubbing her hands together and frowning.
A shiver ran down my spine as I wondered what would become of us all now. But remembering my place, I tried to keep my tone of voice properly servile and said, âThere are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly. First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?â
âOf course I do,â she answered.
âWhy do you love him, Miss Cathy?â
âI doâthatâs sufficient.â
Foxes love chickens and devour as many as they can catch. Why did I fear Linton might suffer the same fate in the hands of Miss Cathy? âYou must say why.â
âWell, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with.â
âBad!â was my commentary. âFaces sag and hair slips away. If he takes after his kin, heâll be bald as Dame Setter by the time heâs forty.â
âAnd because he is young and cheerful.â
âBad, still. If you think he will not age, you are mistaken. That is, if he isnât sucked dry by St. Swithunâs Day!â
She ignored my commentary. âAnd because he loves me.â
I folded my arms over my bosom. âIndifferent. You are the prettiest girl for three daysâ ride.â
âOnly three days?â
âIâve never been farther than that from my hearth, so how would I know if any be lovelier a day farther off?â
Miss Cathy pouted. âAnd he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighborhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband.â
âWorst of all,â I groaned. âAnd now say how you love him.â
âAs everybody lovesâYouâre silly, Nelly.â
âNot at all. I am the most sensible person I know.â I pointed at her. âAnswer.â
âI love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all
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