‘Stop,’ she cried, ‘you must listen to me, first; and I can’t speak while those clouds are floating in my face.’
‘Will you go to the devil!’ he exclaimed, ferociously, ‘and let me be!’
‘No,’ she persisted, ‘I won’t—I can’t tell what to do to make you talk to me, and you are determined not to understand. When I call you stupid, I don’t mean anything—I don’t mean that I despise you. Come, you shall take notice of me, Hareton—you are my cousin, and you shall own me.’
‘I shall have naught to do wi’ you, and your mucky pride, and your damned, mocking tricks!’ he answered. ‘I’ll go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways after you again! Side out of t’ gait, now; this minute!’
Catherine frowned, and retreated to the window-seat, chewing her lip, and endeavouring, by humming an eccentric tune, to conceal a growing tendency to sob.
‘You should be friends with your cousin, Mr Hareton,’ I interrupted, ‘since she repents of her sauciness! it would do you a great deal of good—it would make you another man, to have her for a companion.’
‘A companion?’ he cried; ‘when she hates me, and does not think me fit to wipe her shoon! Nay, if it made me a king, I’d not be scorned for seeking her good will any more.’
‘It is not I who hate you, it is you who hate me!’ wept Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. ‘You hate me as much as Mr Heathcliff does, and more.’
‘You’re a damned liar,’ began Earnshaw; ‘why have I made him angry, by taking your part then, a hundred times? and that, when you sneered at, and despised me, and—Go on plaguing me, and I’ll step in yonder, and say you worried me out of the kitchen!’
‘I didn’t know you took my part,’ she answered, drying her eyes; ‘and I was miserable and bitter at every body; but, now I thank you, and beg you to forgive me, what can I do besides?’
She returned to the hearth, and frankly extended her hand.
He blackened, and scowled like a thunder cloud, and kept his fists resolutely clenched, and his gaze fixed on the ground.
Catherine, by instinct, must have divined it was obdurate perversity, and not dislike, that prompted this dogged conduct; for, after remaining an instant, undecided, she stooped, and impressed on his cheek a gentle kiss.
The little rogue thought I had not seen her, and, drawing back, she took her former station by the window, quite demurely.
I shook my head reprovingly; and then she blushed, and whispered—
‘Well! what should I have done, Ellen? He wouldn’t shake hands, and he wouldn’t look—I must show him some way that I like him, that I want to be friends.’
Whether the kiss convinced Hareton, I cannot tell; he was very careful, for some minutes, that his face should not be seen; and when he did raise it, he was sadly puzzled where to turn his eyes.
Catherine employed herself in wrapping a handsome book neatly in white paper; and having tied it with a bit of ribband, and addressed it to ‘Mr Hareton Earnshaw,’ she desired me to be her ambassadress, and convey the present to its destined recipient.
‘And tell him, if he’ll take it, I’ll come and teach him to read it right,’ she said, ‘and, if he refuse it, I’ll go upstairs, and never tease him again.’
I carried it, and repeated the message, anxiously watched by my employer. Hareton would not open his fingers, so I laid it on his knee. He did not strike it off either. I returned to my work: Catherine leaned her head and arms on the table, till she heard the slight rustle of the covering being removed, then she stole away, and quietly seated herself beside her cousin. He trembled, and his face glowed—all his rudeness, and all his surly harshness had deserted him—he could not summon courage, at first, to utter a syllable, in reply to her questioning look, and her murmured petition.
‘Say you forgive me, Hareton, do! You can make me so happy, by speaking that little word.’
He muttered something inaudible.
‘And you’ll be my friend?’ added Catherine, interrogatively.
‘Nay! you’ll be ashamed of me every day of your life,’ he answered. ‘And the more, the more you know me, and I cannot bide it.’
‘So, you won’t be my friend?’ she said, smiling as sweet as honey, and creeping close up.
I overheard no further distinguishable talk; but on looking round again, I perceived two such radiant countenances bent over the page of the accepted book, that I did not doubt the treaty had been ratified, on both sides, and the enemies were, thenceforth, sworn allies.
The work they studied was full of costly pictures; and those, and their position, had charm enough to keep them unmoved, till Joseph came home. He, poor man, was perfectly aghast at the spectacle of Catherine seated on the same bench with Hareton Earnshaw, leaning her hand on his shoulder; and confounded at his favourite’s endurance of her proximity. It affected him too deeply to allow an observation on the subject that night. His emotion was only revealed by the immense sighs he drew, as he solemnly spread his large Bible on the table, and overlaid it with dirty bank-notes from his pocket-book, the produce of the day’s transactions. At length, he summoned Hareton from his seat.
‘Tak these in tuh t’ maister, lad,’ he said, ‘un’ bide theare; Aw’s gang up tuh my awn rahm. This hoile’s norther mensful nor seemly fur us—we mun side aht, and search another!’
‘Come, Catherine,’ I said, ‘we must “side out,” too—I’ve done my ironing, are you ready to go?’
‘It is not eight o’clock!’ she answered, rising unwillingly, ‘Hareton, I’ll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, and I’ll bring some more to-morrow.’
