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Chapter 6
MR. HINDLEY came home to the funeral; and---a thing that amazed us, and set the
neighbours gossiping right and left---he brought a wife with him. What she was, and
where she was born, he never informed us: probably she had neither money nor name to
recommend her, or he would scarcely have kept the union from his father.
She was not one that would have disturbed the house much on her own account. Every
object she saw, the moment she crossed the threshold, appeared to delight her; and every
circumstance that took place about her: except the preparing for the burial, and the
presence of the mourners. I thought she was half silly, from her behaviour while that
went on: she ran into her chamber, and made me come with her, though I should have
been dressing the children; and there she sat shivering and clasping her hands, and asking
"Are they gone yet?"
Then she began describing with hysterical emotion the effect it produced on her to see
black and started, and trembled, and, at last, fell a weeping---and when I asked what was
the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!
I imagined her as little likely to die as myself. She was rather thin, but young, and fresh-
complexioned, and her eyes sparkled as bright as diamonds. I did remark, to be sure, that
mounting the stairs made her breathe very quick: that the least sudden noise set her all in
a quiver, and that she coughed troublesomely sometimes: but I knew nothing of what
these symptoms portended, and had no impulse to sympathize with her. We don't in
general take to foreigners here, Mr. Lockwood, unless they take to us first.
Young Earnshaw was altered considerably in the three years of his absence. He had
grown sparer, and lost his colour, and spoke and dressed quite differently; and, on the
very day of his return, he told Joseph and me we must thenceforth quarter ourselves in
the back-kitchen, and leave the house for him. Indeed, he would have carpeted and
papered a small spare room for a parlour; but his wife expressed such pleasure at the
white floor and huge glowing fire-place, at the pewter dishes and delftcase, and dog-
kennel, and the wide space there was to move about in where they usually sat, that he
thought it unnecessary to her comfort, and so dropped the intention.
She expressed pleasure, too, at finding a sister among her new acquaintances; and she
prattled to Catherine, and kissed her, and ran about with her, and gave her quantities of
presents, at the beginning. Her affection tired very soon, however, and when she grew
peevish, Hindley became tyrannical. A few words from her, evincing a dislike to
Heathcliff, were enough to rouse in him all his old hatred of the boy. He drove him from
their company to the servants, deprived him of the instructions of the curate, and insisted