“Now he is here,” I exclaimed. “For heaven’s sake, hurry down! You’ll not meet anyone on the front stairs. Do be quick; and stay among the trees till he is fairly in.”
“I must go, Cathy,” said Heathcliff, seeking to extricate himself from his companion’s arms. “But if I live, I’ll see you again before you are asleep. I won’t stray five yards from your window.”
“You must not go!” she answered, holding him as firmly as her strength allowed. “You shall not, I tell you.”
“For one hour,” he pleaded earnestly.
“Not for one minute,” she replied.
“I must —Linton will be up immediately,” persisted the alarmed intruder.
He would have risen, and unfixed her fingers by the act—she clung fast, gasping: there was mad resolution in her face.
“No!” she shrieked. “Oh, don’t, don’t go. It is the last time! Edgar will not hurt us. Heathcliff, I shall die! I shall die!”
“Damn the fool! There he is,” cried Heathcliff, sinking back into his seat.
“Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I’ll stay. If he shot me so, I’d expire with a blessing on my lips.”
And there they were fast again. I heard my master mounting the stairs—the cold sweat ran from my forehead: I was horrified.
“Are you going to listen to her ravings?” I said, passionately. > “She does not know what she says. Will you ruin her, because she has not wit to help herself? Get up! You