Грозовий перевал
Chapter 12
"Mypoormistressisill,andshequitemastersme:Icannotmanageheratall;pray,comeandpersuadehertogotobed.Forgetyouranger,forshe’shardtoguideanywaybutherown."
"Catherineill?"hesaid,hasteningtous."Shutthewindow,Ellen!Catherine!why-"
Hewassilent.ThehaggardnessofMrs.Linton’sappearancesmotehimspeechless,andhecouldonlyglancefromhertomeinhorrifiedastonishment.
"She’sbeenfrettinghere"Icontinued,"andeatingscarcelyanything,andnevercomplaining;shewouldadmitnoneofustillthisevening,andsowecouldn’tinformyouofherstateaswewerenotawareofitourselves;butitisnothing."
IfeltIutteredmyexplanationsawkwardly;themasterfrowned."Itisnothing,isit,EllenDean?"hesaidsternly."Youshallaccountmoreclearlyforkeepingmeignorantofthis!"Andhetookhiswifeinhisarms,andlookedatherwithanguish.
Atfirstshegavehimnoglanceofrecognition;hewasinvisibletoherabstractedgaze.Thedeliriumwasnotfixed,however;havingweanedhereyesfromcontemplatingtheouterdarkness,bydegreesshecenteredherattentiononhim,anddiscoveredwhoitwasthatheldher.
"Ah!youarecome,areyou,EdgarLinton?"shesaid,withangryanimation.
