Wuthering Heights

who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long.
    »Ellen,« said he, when I entered, »have you seen your mistress?«
    »Yes, she is 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.
    »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!«