He stood on the hearth with folded arms, brooding on his evil thoughts; and in this position I left them to seek the master, who was wondering what kept Catherine below so long
“What is it to you?” he growled. “I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses; and you have no right to object. I am not your husband: you neednt be jealous of me!”
“Im not jealous of you,” replied the mistress; “Im jealous for you. Clear your face: you shant scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you wont answer. Im certain you dont.”
“He might spare himself the trouble,” said Heathcliff: “I could do as well without his approbation. And as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words now, while we are at it. I want you to be aware that I know you have treated me infernally-infernally! Do you hear? And if you flatter yourself that I dont perceive it, you are a fool; and if you think I can be consoled by sweet words, you are an idiot: and if you fancy Ill suffer unrevenged, Ill convince you of the contrary, in a very little while! Meantime, thank you for telling me your sister-in-laws secret: I swear Ill make the most of it. And stand you aside!”
“What new phase of his character is this?” exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in amazement. “Ive treated you infernally-and youll take your revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How have I treated you infernally?”
“I seek no revenge on you,” replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. “Thats not the plan. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, dont erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, Id cut my throat!”
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they dont turn against him; they crush those beneath them
“Oh, the evil is that I am not jealous, is it?” cried Catherine. “Well, I wont repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery. You prove it. Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel. Quarrel with Edgar, if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister: youll hit on exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself click here to investigate on me.”
The conversation ceased. Mrs. Linton sat down by the fire, flushed and gloomy. The spirit which served her was growing intractable: she could neither lay nor control it.
“Yes; shes in the kitchen, sir,” I answered. “Shes sadly put out by Mr. Heathcliffs behaviour: and, indeed, I do think its time to arrange his visits on another footing. Theres harm in being too soft, and now its 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.