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Mr.
Hindley
had
gone
from
home
one
afternoon
,
and
Heathcliff
presumed
to
give
himself
a
holiday
on
the
strength
of
it
.
He
had
reached
the
age
of
sixteen
then
,
I
think
,
and
without
having
bad
features
,
or
being
deficient
in
intellect
,
he
contrived
to
convey
an
impression
of
inward
and
outward
repulsiveness
that
his
present
aspect
retains
no
traces
of
.
In
the
first
place
,
he
had
by
that
time
lost
the
benefit
of
his
early
education
:
continual
hard
work
,
begun
soon
and
concluded
late
,
had
extinguished
any
curiosity
he
once
possessed
in
pursuit
of
knowledge
,
and
any
love
for
books
or
learning
.
His
childhood
's
sense
of
superiority
,
instilled
into
him
by
the
favours
of
old
Mr.
Earnshaw
,
was
faded
away
.
He
struggled
long
to
keep
up
an
equality
with
Catherine
in
her
studies
,
and
yielded
with
poignant
though
silent
regret
:
but
he
yielded
completely
;
and
there
was
no
prevailing
on
him
to
take
a
step
in
the
way
of
moving
upward
,
when
he
found
he
must
,
necessarily
,
sink
beneath
his
former
level
.
Then
personal
appearance
sympathised
with
mental
deterioration
:
he
acquired
a
slouching
gait
,
and
ignoble
look
;
his
naturally
reserved
disposition
was
exaggerated
into
an
almost
idiotic
excess
of
unsociable
moroseness
;
and
he
took
a
grim
pleasure
,
apparently
,
in
exciting
the
aversion
rather
than
the
esteem
of
his
few
acquaintances
.
Catherine
and
he
were
constant
companions
still
at
his
seasons
of
respite
and
labour
;
but
he
had
ceased
to
express
his
fondness
for
her
in
words
,
and
recoiled
with
angry
suspicion
from
her
girlish
caresses
,
as
if
conscious
there
could
be
no
gratification
in
lavishing
such
marks
of
affection
on
him
.
On
the
before-named
occasion
he
came
into
the
house
to
announce
his
intention
of
doing
nothing
,
while
I
was
assisting
Miss
Cathy
to
arrange
her
dress
:
she
had
not
reckoned
on
his
taking
it
into
his
head
to
be
idle
;
and
imagining
she
would
have
the
whole
place
to
herself
,
she
managed
,
by
some
means
,
to
inform
Mr.
Edgar
of
her
brother
's
absence
,
and
was
then
preparing
to
receive
him
.
"
Cathy
,
are
you
busy
,
this
afternoon
?
"
asked
Heathcliff
.
"
Are
you
going
anywhere
?
"
"
No
,
it
is
raining
,
"
she
answered
.
"
Why
have
you
that
silk
frock
on
,
then
?
"
he
said
.
"
Nobody
coming
here
,
I
hope
?
"
"
Not
that
I
know
of
,
"
stammered
Miss
:
"
but
you
should
be
in
the
field
now
,
Heathcliff
.
It
is
an
hour
past
dinner
time
:
I
thought
you
were
gone
.
"
"
Hindley
does
not
often
free
us
from
his
accursed
presence
,
"
observed
the
boy
.
"
I
'll
not
work
any
more
to-day
:
I
'll
stay
with
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
but
Joseph
will
tell
,
"
she
sugested
;
"
you
'd
better
go
!
"
"
Joseph
is
loading
lime
on
the
farther
side
of
Pennistow
Crag
;
it
will
take
him
till
dark
,
and
he
'll
never
know
.
"
