Wuthering Heights

preferred taking it out of doors, under the trees, and I set a little table to accommodate them.
    On my re-entrance, I found Mr. Heathcliff below. He and Joseph were conversing about some farming business; he gave clear, minute directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and turned his head continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated.
    When Joseph quitted the room, he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him. He drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed, surveying one particular portion, up and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest, that he stopped breathing, during half a minute together.
    »Come now,« I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand. »Eat and drink that, while it is hot. It has been waiting near an hour.«
    He didn't notice me, and yet he smiled. I'd rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so.
    »Mr. Heathcliff! master!« I cried. »Don't for God's sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision.«
    »Don't, for God's sake, shout so loud,« he replied. »Turn round, and tell me, are we by ourselves?«
    »Of course,« was my answer, »of course we are!«
    Still, I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I were not quite sure.
    With a sweep of his hand, he cleared a vacant space in front among the breakfast things, and leant forward to gaze more at his ease.
    Now, I perceived he was not looking at the wall, for when I regarded him alone, it seemed, exactly, that he gazed at something within two yards distance. And, whatever it was, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain, in exquisite extremes, at least, the anguished, yet raptured expression of his countenance suggested that idea.
    The fancied object was not fixed, either; his eyes pursued it with unwearied diligence; and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away.
    I vainly reminded him of his protracted abstinence from food; if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched, before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim.
    I sat a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing speculation; till he grew irritable, and got up, asking, why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his meals? and saying that, on the next occasion, I needn't wait, I might set the things down, and go.
    Having uttered these words, he left the house; slowly sauntered down the garden path, and disappeared through the gate.
    The hours crept anxiously by: another evening came. I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did, I could not sleep. He returned after midnight, and, instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room beneath. I listened, and tossed about; and, finally, dressed, and descended. It was too irksome to lie up there, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings.
    I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor; and he frequently broke the silence, by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan. He muttered detached words, also; the only one, I could catch, was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment, or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present – low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.
    I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and, therefore, fell foul of the kitchen fire; stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said –
    »Nelly, come here – is it morning? Come in with your light.«
    »It is striking four,« I answered; »you want a candle to take up stairs – you might have lit one at this fire.«
    »No, I don't wish to go up stairs,« he said. »Come in, and kindle
me
a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room.«
    »I must blow the coals red first, before I can carry any,« I replied, getting a chair and the bellows.
    He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction: his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between.
    »When day breaks, I'll send for Green,« he said; »I wish to make some legal inquiries of him, while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly.