Wuthering Heights

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.«
    »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 head-stone, 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 & 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 knew 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