1801—Ihavejustreturnedfromavisittomylandlord—thesolitaryneighbourthatIshallbetroubledwith.Thisiscertainlyabeautifulcountry! InallEngland,IdonotbelievethatIcouldhavefixedonasituationsocompletelyremovedfromthestirofsociety. Aperfectmisanthropist’sheaven;andMr.HeathcliffandIaresuchasuitablepairtodividethedesolationbetweenus.Acapitalfellow! HelittleimaginedhowmyheartwarmedtowardshimwhenIbeheldhisblackeyeswithdrawsosuspiciouslyundertheirbrows,asIrodeup,andwhenhisfingersshelteredthemselves,withajealousresolution,stillfurtherinhiswaistcoat,asIannouncedmyname. “Mr.Lockwood,yournewtenant,sir.Idomyselfthehonourofcallingassoonaspossibleaftermyarrival,toexpressthehopethatIhavenotinconveniencedyoubymyperseveranceinsolicitingtheoccupationofThrushcrossGrange:Iheardyesterdayyouhadhadsomethoughts-” “ThrushcrossGrangeismyown,sir,”heinterruptedwincing.“Ishouldnotallowanyonetoinconvenienceme,ifIcouldhinderit—walkin!” The“walkin”wasutteredwithclosedteeth,andexpressedthesentiment,“Gotothedeuce”:eventhegateoverwhichheleantmanifestednosympathisingmovementtothewords;andIthinkthatcircumstancedeterminedmetoaccepttheinvitation:Ifeltinterestedinamanwhoseemedmoreexaggeratedlyreservedthanmyself. Whenhesawmyhorse’sbreastfairlypushingthebarrier,hedidputouthishandtounchainit,andthensuddenlyprecededmeupthecauseway,calling,asweenteredthecourt—“Joseph,takeMr.Lockwood’shorse;andbringupsomewine.” “Herewehavethewholeestablishmentofdomestics,Isuppose,”wasthereflectionsuggestedbythiscompoundorder. “Nowonderthegrassgrowsupbetweentheflags,andcattlearetheonlyhedge-cutters.” Josephwasanelderly,nay,anoldman:veryold,perhaps,thoughhaleandsinewy.“TheLordhelpus!” hesoliloquisedinanundertoneofpeevishdispleasure,whilerelievingmeofmyhorse:looking,meantime,inmyfacesosourlythatIcharitablyconjecturedhemusthaveneedofdivineaidtodigesthisdinner,andhispiousejaculationhadnoreferencetomyunexpectedadvent. WutheringHeightsisthenameofMr.Heathcliff’sdwelling. “Wuthering”beingasignificantprovincialadjective,descriptiveoftheatmospherictumulttowhichitsstationisexposedinstormyweather. Pure,bracingventilationtheymusthaveupthereatalltimes,indeed;onemayguessthepowerofthenorthwindblowingovertheedge,bytheexcessiveslantofafew-stuntedfirsattheendofthehouse;andbyarangeofgauntthornsallstretchingtheirlimbsoneway,asifcravingalmsofthesun. Happily,thearchitecthadforesighttobuilditstrong:thenarrowwindowsaredeeplysetinthewall,andthecornersdefendedwithlargejuttingstones. Beforepassingthethreshold,Ipausedtoadmireaquantityofgrotesquecarvinglavishedoverthefront,andespeciallyabouttheprincipaldoor;abovewhich,amongawildernessofcrumblinggriffinsandshamelesslittleboys,Idetectedthedate“1500,”andthename“HaretonEarnshaw.” Iwouldhavemadeafewcomments,andrequestedashorthistoryoftheplacefromthesurlyowner;buthisattitudeatthedoorappearedtodemandmyspeedyentrance,orcompletedeparture,andIhadnodesiretoaggravatehisimpatienceprevioustoinspectingthepenetralium. Onestepbroughtusintothefamilysitting-room,withoutanyintroductorylobbyorpassage:theycallithere“thehouse”preeminently. Itincludeskitchenandparlour,generally;butIbelieveatWutheringHeightsthekitchenisforcedtoretreataltogetherintoanotherquarter:atleastIdistinguishedachatteroftongues,andaclatterofculinaryutensils,deepwithin;andIobservednosignsofroasting,boiling,orbaking,aboutthehugefire-place;noranyglitterofcoppersaucepansandtincullendersonthewalls. Oneend,indeed,reflectedsplendidlybothlightandheatfromranksofimmensepewterdishes,interspersedwithsilverjugsandtankards,toweringrowafterrow,onavastoakdresser,totheveryroof. Thelatterhadneverbeenunderdrawn:itsentireanatomylaybaretoanenquiringeye,exceptwhereaframeofwoodladenwithoatcakesandclustersoflegsofbeef,mutton,andham,concealedit. Abovethechimneyweresundryvillainousoldguns,andacoupleofhorsepistols:and,bywayofornament,threegaudily-paintedcanistersdisposedalongitsledge. Thefloorwasofsmoothwhitestone;thechairs,high-backed,primitivestructures,paintedgreen:oneortwoheavyblackoneslurkingintheshade. Inanarchunderthedresser,reposedahuge,liver-colouredbitchpointer,surroundedbyaswarmofsquealingpuppies;andotherdogshauntedotherrecesses. Theapartmentandfurniturewouldhavebeennothingextraordinaryasbelongingtoahomely,northernfarmer,withastubborncountenance,andstalwartlimbssetouttoadvantageinknee-breechesandgaiters. Suchanindividualseatedinhisarm-chair,hismugofalefrothingontheroundtablebeforehim,istobeseeninanycircuitoffiveorsixmilesamongthesehills,ifyougoattherighttimeafterdinner. ButMr.Heathcliffformsasingularcontrasttohisabodeandstyleofliving. Heisadark-skinnedgipsyinaspect,indressandmannersagentleman:thatis,asmuchagentlemanasmanyacountrysquire:ratherslovenly,perhaps,yetnotlookingamisswithhisnegligence,becausehehasanerectandhandsomefigure;andrathermorose. Possibly,somepeoplemightsuspecthimofadegreeofunderbredpride;Ihaveasympatheticchordwithinthattellsmeitisnothingofthesort:Iknow,byinstinct,hisreservespringsfromanaversiontoshowydisplaysoffeeling—tomanifestationsofmutualkindliness. He’llloveandhateequallyundercover,andesteemitaspeciesofimpertinencetobelovedorhatedagain. No,I’mrunningontoofast:Ibestowmyownattributesoverliberallyonhim. Mr.Heathcliffmayhaveentirelydissimilarreasonsforkeepinghishandoutofthewaywhenhemeetsawould-beacquaintance,tothosewhichactuateme. Letmehopemyconstitutionisalmostpeculiar:mydearmotherusedtosayIshouldneverhaveacomfortablehome;andonlylastsummerIprovedmyselfperfectlyunworthyofone. Whileenjoyingamonthoffineweatherattheseacoast,Iwasthrownintothecompanyofamostfascinatingcreature:arealgoddessinmyeyes,aslongasshetooknonoticeofme. I“nevertoldmylove”vocally;still,iflookshavelanguage,themerestidiotmighthaveguessedIwasoverheadandears:sheunderstoodmeatlast,andlookedareturn—thesweetestofallimaginablelooks.AndwhatdidIdo? Iconfessitwithshame—shrunkicilyintomyself,likeasnail;ateveryglanceretiredcolderandfarther;tillfinallythepoorinnocentwasledtodoubtherownsenses,and,overwhelmedwithconfusionathersupposedmistake,persuadedhermammatodecamp. BythiscuriousturnofdispositionIhavegainedthereputationofdeliberateheartlessness;howundeservedIalonecanappreciate. Itookaseatattheendofthehearthstoneoppositethattowardswhichmylandlordadvanced,andfilledupanintervalofsilencebyattemptingtocaressthecaninemother,whohadlefthernursery,andwassneakingwolfishlytothebackofmylegs,herlipcurledup,andherwhiteteethwateringforasnatch. Mycaressprovokedalong,gutturalsnarl. “You’dbetterletthedogalone,”growledMr.Heathcliffinunison,checkingfiercerdemonstrationswithapunchofhisfoot. “She’snotaccustomedtobespoiled—notkeptforapet.” Then,stridingtoasidedoor,heshoutedagain,“Joseph!” Josephmumbledindistinctlyinthedepthsofthecellar,butgavenointimationofascending;sohismasterdiveddowntohim,leavingmevis-a-vistheruffianlybitchandapairofgrimshaggysheep-dogs,whosharedwithherajealousguardianshipoverallmymovements. Notanxioustocomeincontactwiththeirfangs,Isatstill;but,imaginingtheywouldscarcelyunderstandtacitinsults,Iunfortunatelyindulgedinwinkingandmakingfacesatthetrio,andsometurnofmyphysiognomysoirritatedmadam,thatshesuddenlybrokeintoafuryandleaptonmyknees. Iflungherback,andhastenedtointerposethetablebetweenus. Thisproceedingrousedthewholehive:half-a-dozenfour-footedfiends,ofvarioussizesandages,issuedfromhiddendenstothecommoncentre. Ifeltmyheelsandcoat-lapspeculiarsubjectsofassault;andparryingoffthelargercombatantsaseffectuallyasIcouldwiththepoker,Iwasconstrainedtodemand,aloud,assistancefromsomeofthehouseholdinre-establishingpeace. Mr.Heathcliffandhismanclimbedthecellarstepswithvexatiousphlegm:Idon’tthinktheymovedonesecondfasterthanusual,thoughthehearthwasanabsolutetempestofworryingandyelping. Happily,aninhabitantofthekitchenmademoredespatch:alustydame,withtucked-upgown,barearms,andfire-flushedcheeks,rushedintothemidstofusflourishingafrying-pan:andusedthatweapon,andhertongue,tosuchpurpose,thatthestormsubsidedmagically,andsheonlyremained,heavinglikeaseaafterahighwind,whenhermasterenteredonthescene. “Whatthedevilisthematter?”heasked,eyeingmeinamannerthatIcouldillendureafterthisinhospitabletreatment. “Whatthedevil,indeed!”Imuttered.“Theherdofpossessedswinecouldhavehadnoworsespiritsinthemthanthoseanimalsofyours,sir.Youmightaswellleaveastrangerwithabroodoftigers!” “Theywon’tmeddlewithpersonswhotouchnothing,”heremarked,puttingthebottlebeforeme,andrestoringthedisplacedtable.“Thedogsdorighttobevigilant.Takeaglassofwine?” “IfIhadbeen,Iwouldhavesetmysignetonthebiter.”Heathcliff’scountenancerelaxedintoagrin. “Come,come,”hesaid,“youareflurried,Mr.Lockwood.Here,takealittlewine. GuestsaresoexceedinglyrareinthishousethatIandmydogs,Iamwillingtoown,hardlyknowhowtoreceivethem.Yourhealth,sir!” Ibowedandreturnedthepledge;beginningtoperceivethatitwouldbefoolishtositsulkingforthemisbehaviourofapackofcurs:besides,Ifeltloathtoyieldthefellowfurtheramusementatmyexpense;sincethehumourtookthatturn. He—probablyswayedbyprudentialconsiderationofthefollyofoffendingagoodtenant—relaxedalittleinthelaconicstyleofchippingoffhispronounsandauxiliaryverbs,andintroducedwhathesupposedwouldbeasubjectofinteresttome—adiscourseontheadvantagesanddisadvantagesofmypresentplaceofretirement. Ifoundhimveryintelligentonthetopicswetouched;andbeforeIwenthome,Iwasencouragedsofarastovolunteeranothervisitto-morrow. Heevidentlywishednorepetitionofmyintrusion.Ishallgo,notwithstanding. ItisastonishinghowsociableIfeelmyselfcomparedwithhim.