Chapter 15

           Anotherweekover—andIamsomanydaysnearerhealth,andspring!Ihavenowheardallmyneighbour’shistory,atdifferentsittings,asthehousekeepercouldsparetimefrommoreimportantoccupations.I’llcontinueitinherownwords,onlyalittlecondensed.Sheis,onthewhole,averyfairnarrator,andIdon’tthinkIcouldimproveherstyle.

           Intheevening,shesaid,theeveningofmyvisittotheHeights,Iknew,aswellasifIsawhim,thatMr.Heathcliffwasabouttheplace;andIshunnedgoingout,becauseIstillcarriedhisletterinmypocket,anddidn’twanttobethreatenedorteasedanymore.Ihadmadeupmymindnottogiveittillmymasterwentsomewhere,asIcouldnotguesshowitsreceiptwouldaffectCatherine.Theconsequencewas,thatitdidnotreachherbeforethelapseofthreedays.ThefourthwasSunday,andIbroughtitintoherroomafterthefamilyweregonetochurch.Therewasaman-servantlefttokeepthehousewithme,andwegenerallymadeapracticeoflockingthedoorsduringthehoursofservice;butonthatoccasiontheweatherwassowarmandpleasantthatIsetthemwideopen,and,tofulfilmyengagement,asIknewwhowouldbecoming,Itoldmycompanionthatthemistresswishedverymuchforsomeoranges,andhemustrunovertothevillageandgetafew,tobepaidforonthemorrow.Hedeparted,andIwentupstairs.

           Mrs.Lintonsatinaloose,whitedress,withalightshawloverhershoulders,intherecessoftheopenwindow,asusual.