`And who is that Earnshaw, Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr Heathcliff? are they relations?'
`No; he is the late Mrs Linton's nephew.'
`The young lady's cousin, then?'
`Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr Linton's sister.'
`I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over the front door. Are they an old family?'
`Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us--I mean of the Lintons. Have you been to Wuthering Heights? I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!'
Mrs Heathcliff? She looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy.'
`Oh dear, I don't wonder! And how did you like the master?' `A rough fellow, rather, Mrs Dean. Is not that his character?'
`Rough as a saw edge, and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better.'
`He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl. Do you know anything of his history?'
`It's a cuckoo's, sir--I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got his money, at first. And Hareton has been cast out like an unfledged dunnock! The unfortunate lad is the only one in all this parish that does not guess how he has been cheated.'
`Well, Mrs Dean, it will be a charitable deed to tell me something of my neighbours: I feel I shall not rest, if I go to bed; so be good enough to sit and chat an
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
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