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Linton’s next absence from home, when he might come, and get in
as he was able: I wouldn’t be there, and my fellow-servants should
be equally out of the way.
Was it right or wrong? I fear it was wrong, though expedient. I
thought I prevented another explosion by my compliance; and I
thought, too, it might create a favourable crisis in Catherine’s
mental illness; and then I remembered Mr. Edgar’s stern rebuke
of my carrying tales; and I tried to smooth away all disquietude on
the subject, by affirming, with frequent iteration, that that betrayal
of trust, if it merited so harsh an appellation, should be the last.
Notwithstanding, my journey homeward was sadder than my
journey thither; and many misgivings I had, ere I could prevail on
myself to put the missive into Mrs. Linton’s hand.
But here is Kenneth; I’ll go down, and tell him how much better
you are. My history is dree, as we say, and will serve to while away
Dree, and dreary! I reflected as the good woman descended to
receive the doctor; and not exactly of the kind which I should have
chosen to amuse me. But never mind! I’ll extract wholesome
medicines from Mrs. Dean’s bitter herbs; and firstly, let me
beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff’s
brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my
heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second
edition of the mother!