Wuthering Heights Page #4
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Fetch me a bottle and we'll celebrate.
Master Hindley, she'll die on the moors.
- You've got to help.
- Do as I tell you!
If she's gone off with that gypsy scum,
let her run.
Let her run through storm and hell.
They're birds of a feather.
The devil can take them both.
Get me a bottle.
- Take her into the library.
- Get a fire in the east room.
And some brandy.
Turn this around to the fire.
- The brandy, Miss Isabella.
- Get some dry towels. Quickly.
- Where was she?
- The rocks on Penistone Crag...
the life almost out of her.
Twenty drops in a glass of claret,
well warmed.
Then add a lump of sugar.
There's nothing else I can tell you...
except keep her in the sun
and give her plenty of cream and butter.
In another month
you'll be feeling like new.
- Good-bye, dear.
- Good-bye, Dr. Kenneth.
She'll be going home soon, Doctor.
What's needed is peace and orderliness
in her life.
That's not to be found
at Wuthering Heights.
- Has she mentioned him at all?
- Not since the delirium passed.
Sometimes fever can heal
as well as destroy.
I made some inquiries in the village
of the people who knew him.
- What did you hear?
- No sign nor hint of Heathcliff.
- He's disappeared into thin air.
- Heaven hope.
"...days and yon pursuits."
- Hello, Edgar.
- Isabella. How's our invalid?
- Much better I think.
- Let me have a look at her.
Where have you been all day?
I've missed you.
Oh, this time of year every tenant
has something to complain about.
I've been arguing with old Swithin...
whether we'd build him a new pigsty.
Yes?
He decided we should.
I saw Hindley in the village
this afternoon.
He wanted to know
when you'll be coming home.
I wasn't very truthful. I told him
Dr. Kenneth said it would be months.
Give me that.
It's time for her medicine.
What did Dr. Kenneth say?
Twenty lumps of sugar in a glass...
No. I'll go and ask Ellen.
Yes. Go and ask Ellen.
She's such a darling.
But you've all been so nice to me.
That's all I think about,
how nice you are to me.
But still, I can't stay here forever.
Why not, Cathy...
if I can make you happy?
You have made me happy, Edgar.
You've given me so much
of your own self, your strength.
Darling, let me take care of you
forever.
Let me guard you
and love you always.
Would you love me always?
Yes.
It's so easy to love you.
Because I'm no longer wild and
blackhearted and full of gypsy ways?
- No. L...
- Of course you were right, Edgar.
What you said long ago was true.
There was a strange curse on me.
Something that kept me
from being myself.
Or at least from being
what I wanted to be...
living in heaven.
How sweet you are.
I've never kissed you.
No one will ever kiss me again but you.
No one.
I'll be your wife and be proud
of being your wife.
I'll be good to you
and love you truly, always.
White heather for good luck,
Miss Catherine.
Come along, Cathy.
What is it?
A cold wind went across
my heart just then...
a feeling of doom.
You touched me,
and it was gone.
Oh, it's nothing, darling,
I'm sure.
Oh, Edgar, I love you. I do.
Good-bye.
And I, too, felt a cold wind across
my heart as they rode away together.
And I, too, felt a cold wind across
my heart as they rode away together.
But as the years went on,
they were really in possession...
of a deep and growing happiness.
I wish you could've
seen Miss Cathy then.
She became quite the lady of the manor
and was almost overfond of Mr. Linton.
For Isabella, she showed
great affection...
and presided over Thrushcross Grange...
with quiet dignity.
It looks as though you've fallen
into a trap, Father.
Yes, it does, doesn't it?
There you are.
Checkmate.
- Thank you, Father.
- Well, I'll go and dress for dinner.
What's wrong with the dogs?
Probably a servant
coming back from the village.
I talked to Jeff Peters this afternoon
about that new wing of ours.
It doesn't look as though we'll
marry Isabella off for another decade.
It's a brother's duty to introduce
your sister to some other type...
than fops and pale young poets.
- You want a dragoon?
- Yes, I do. With a fiery mustache.
Poor Isabella. I'm afraid I got
the only prize in the county.
Thank you, darling.
For me, heaven is bounded...
by the four walls of this room.
Yes, we're all angels,
even my little petit point hero.
I'm just putting wings on him.
Speaking of wings,
I'll show you those plans.
- Miss Cathy?
- What is it?
Someone wishes to see you.
- You sound as if it were a ghost.
- It is. He's come back.
Who?
- What does he want?
- He wants to see you.
Tell him... Tell him
I'm not at home.
Not at home, Cathy?
To whom are you not at home?
It's Heathcliff.
Seems he's come back.
Well, that's news.
Where has he been?
America, he said. He's so changed
I hardly recognized him.
- For the better, I hope.
- Oh, yes. He's quite the gentlemen.
- Fine clothes, a horse.
- Go tell him I don't wish to see him.
Oh, nonsense, Cathy.
We can't be as cruel as that.
He's come a long way, and he's
a fine gentleman, so Ellen says.
Let's see how America's managed to make
a silk purse out of Master Heathcliff.
- Show him in.
- Yes, Master Edgar.
It's chilly.
Why be nervous?
The past is dead.
It's nonsense to tremble before
a little ghost who returns...
a dead leaf blowing
around your feet.
Darling...
you may smile at him without fear
of offending me.
It's my wife who smiles...
my wife who loves me.
Yes.
I was silly.
Thank you, Edgar.
Well, Heathcliff.
- Mr. Linton.
- How are you?
Hello, Cathy.
- I remember this room.
- Come in. Sit by the fire.
Have a whiskey?
No, thank you.
I've never seen such a change in a man.
I wouldn't have known you.
You seem to have prospered
since our last meeting.
Somewhat.
Ellen said you'd been
to America.
Yes.
We all wondered where you went.
Have you met my sister, Miss Linton?
What brought about
this amazing transformation?
Did you discover a gold mine
in the New World...
or inherit a fortune?
The truth is, I remembered that
my father was an emperor of China...
and my mother
was an Indian queen...
and I went out
and claimed my inheritance.
It all turned out
just as you once suspected, Cathy...
that I had been kidnapped by
wicked sailors and brought to England.
That I was of noble birth.
Are you visiting here long?
I mean, in the village?
The rest of my life.
I've just bought Wuthering Heights...
the house, the stock
and the moors.
Hindley has sold you
the estate?
He's not aware of it as yet.
I'm afraid it'll be somewhat
of a surprise when he finds...
his gambling debts and liquor bills
paid off by his former stable boy.
Perhaps he will merely laugh
at the irony of it.
I don't understand
how this could've happened...
without Mrs. Linton
hearing of it.
Modesty compelled me to play
the Good Samaritan in secret.
By heaven. This is the most underhanded
piece of work I've ever heard of.
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