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69 before Miss Cathy comes out, and then you can sit together, with the whole hearth to yourselves, and have a long chatter till bedtime.” He proceeded with his task and never turned his head towards me. “Come--are you coming?” I continued. “There’s a little cake for each of you, nearly enough; and you’ll need half-an-hour’s donning.” I waited five minutes, but getting no answer left him. Catherine supped with her brother and sister-in-law: Joseph and I joined at an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and sauciness on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table all night for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine o’clock, and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her new friends; she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old one, but he was gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the matter with him, and then went back. In the morning he rose early; and as it was a holiday, carried his ill-humour onto the moors, not reappearing till the family were departed for church. Fasting and reflecting seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. He hung about me for a while, and having screwed up his courage, exclaimed abruptly--“Nelly, make me decent, I’m going to be good.” “High time, Heathcliff,” I said; “you have grieved Catherine: she’s sorry she ever came home, I daresay! It looks as if you envied her, because she is more thought of than you.” The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough. |
