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Chapter 33
ON the morrow of that Monday, Earnshaw being still unable to follow his ordinary
employments, and therefore remaining about the house, I speedily found it would be
impracticable to retain my charge beside me, as heretofore. She got downstairs before
me, and out into the garden, where she had seen her cousin performing some easy work;
and when I went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she had persuaded him to clear a
large space of ground from currant and gooseberry bushes, and they were busy planning
together an importation of plants from the Grange.
I was terrified at the devastation which had been accomplished in a brief half-hour; the
black currant trees were the apple of Joseph's eye, and she had just fixed her choice of a
flower-bed in the midst of them.
"There! That will be all shown to the master," I exclaimed, "the minute it is discovered.
And what excuse have you to offer for taking such liberties with the garden? We shall
have a fine explosion on the head of it: see if we don't! Mr. Hareton, I wonder you should
have no more wit, than to go and make that mess at her bidding!"
"I'd forgotten they were Joseph's," answered Earnshaw, rather puzzled; "but I'll tell him I
did it."
We always ate our meals with Mr. Heathcliff. I held the mistress's post in making tea and
carving; so I was indispensable at table. Catherine usually sat by me, but to-day she stole
nearer to Hareton; and I presently saw she would have no more discretion in her
friendship than she had in her hostility.
"Now, mind you don't talk with and notice your cousin too much," were my whispered
instructions as we entered the room. "It will certainly annoy Mr. Heathcliff, and he'll be
mad at you both."
"I'm not going to," she answered.
The minute after, she had sidled to him, and was sticking primroses in his plate of
He dared not speak to her there: he dared hardly look; and yet she went on tearing till he
was twice on the point of being provoked to laugh. I frowned, and then she glanced
toward the master: whose mind was occupied on other subjects than his company, as his
countenance evinced; and she grew serious for an instant, scrutinising him with deep
gravity. Afterwards she turned, and recommenced her nonsense; at last, Hareton uttered a
smothered laugh. Mr. Heathcliff started; his eye rapidly surveyed our faces. Catherine
met it with her accustomed look of nervousness and yet defiance, which he abhorred.