Having received his orders, I dispatched a man to fetch the attorney, and four more, provided with serviceable weapons, to demand my young lady of her jailer.Both parties were delayed very late.The single servant returned first.He said Mr Green, the lawyer, was out when he arrived at his house, and he had to wait two hours for his re-entrance; and then Mr Green told him he had a little business in the village that must be done;but he would be at Thrushcross Grange before morning.The four men came back unaccompanied also.They brought word that Catherine was ill: too ill to quit her room; and Heathcliff would not suffer them to see her.
I scolded the stupid fellows well for listening to that tale, which I would not carry to my master; resolving to take a whole bevy up to the Heights, at daylight, and storm it literally, unless the prisoner were quietly surrendered to us.Her father shall see her, I vowed, and vowed again, if that devil be killed on his own doorstones in trying to prevent it!
Happily, I was spared the journey and the trouble.I had gone downstairs at three o'clock to fetch a jug of water; and was passing through the hall with it in my hand, when a sharp knock at the front door made me jump.`Oh! it is Green,' I said, recollecting myself--`only Green,'
and I went on, intending to send somebody else to open it; but the knock was repeated: not loud, and still importunately.I put the jug on the banister and hastened to admit him myself.The harvest moon shone clear outside.
It was not the attorney.My own sweet little mistress sprang on my neck, sobbing:
`Ellen! Ellen! is papa alive?'
`Yes,' I cried: `yes, my angel, he is.God be thanked, you are safe with us again!'
She wanted to run, breathless as she was, upstairs to Mr Linton's room; but I compelled her to sit down on a chair, and made her drink, and washed her pale face, chafing it into a faint colour with my apron.Then I said I must go first, and tell of her arrival; imploring her to say, she should be happy with young Heathcliff.She stared, but soon comprehending why I counselled her to utter the falsehood, she assured me she would not complain.
I couldn't abide to be present at their meeting.I stood outside the chamber door a quarter of an hour, and hardly ventured near the bed, then.All was composed, however: Catherine's despair was as silent as her father's joy.She supported him calmly, in appearance; and he fixed on her features his raised eyes, that seemed dilating with ecstasy.
He died blissfully, Mr Lockwood: he died so.Kissing her cheek, he murmured.
`I am going to her; and you, darling child, shall come to us!'
and never stirred or spoke again; but continued that rapt, radiant gaze, till his pulse imperceptibly stopped and his soul departed.None could have noticed the exact minute of his death, it was so entirely without a struggle.
Whether Catherine had spent her tears, or whether the grief were too weighty to let them flow, she sat there dry-eyed till the sun rose:
she sat till noon, and would still have remained brooding over that deathbed, but I insisted on her coming away and taking some repose.It was well Isucceeded in removing her; for at dinner time appeared the lawyer, having called at Wuthering Heights to get his instructions how to behave.He had sold himself to Mr Heathcliff, and that was the cause of his delay in obeying my master's summons.Fortunately, no thought of worldly affairs crossed the latter's mind, to disturb him, after his daughter's arrival.
Mr Green took upon himself to order everything and everybody about the place.He gave all the servants, but me, notice to quit.He would have carried his delegated authority to the point of insisting that Edgar Linton should not be buried beside his wife, but in the chapel, with his family.
There was the will, however, to hinder that, and my loud protestations against any infringement of its directions.The funeral was hurried over;Catherine, Mrs Linton Heathcliff now, was suffered to stay at the Grange till her father's corpse had quitted it.
She told me that her anguish had at last spurred Linton to incur the risk of liberating her.She heard the men I sent disputing at the door, and she gathered the sense of Heathcliff's answer.It drove her desperate.
Linton, who had been conveyed up to the little parlour soon after I left, was terrified into fetching the key before his father re-ascended.He had the cunning to unlock and relock the door, without shutting it; and when he should have gone to bed, he begged to sleep with Hareton, and his petition was granted for once.Catherine stole out before break of day.She dare not try the doors, lest the dogs should raise an alarm; she visited the empty chambers and examined their windows; and, luckily, lighting on her mother's, she got easily out of its lattice, and on to the ground, by means of the fir tree close by.Her accomplice suffered for his share in the escape, notwithstanding his timid contrivances.
