Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
On the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still
unable to follow his ordinary employments, and therefore
remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be
impracticable to retain my charge beside me, as heretofore.
She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, where
she had seen her cousin performing some easy work; and when I
went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she had persuaded him
to clear a large space of ground from currant and gooseberry
bushes, and they were busy planning together an importation of
plants from the Grange.
I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished
in a brief half-hour: the blackcurrant trees were the apple of
Joseph’s eye, and she had just fixed her choice of a flower-bed in
the midst of them!
“There! That will be all shown to the master,” I exclaimed, “the
minute it is discovered. And what excuse have you to offer for
taking such liberties with the garden? We shall have a fine
explosion on the head of it, see if we don’t! Mr. Hareton, I wonder
you should have no more wit, than to go and make that mess at
“I’d forgotten they were Joseph’s,” answered Earnshaw, rather
puzzled; “but I’ll tell him I did it.”
We always ate our meals with Mr. Heathcliff. I held the
mistress’s post in making tea and carving, so I was indispensable
at table. Catherine usually sat by me; but today she stole nearer to
Hareton; and I presently saw she would have no more discretion
in her friendship than she had in her hostility.