He'll die Walk out of the room Cried the master And let me never hear a word more about him None here care what becomes of him If you do act the nurse If you do not, lock him up and leave him Then she began to bother me And I said I had enough plague With the tiresome thing We each had our tasks And hers was to wait on Linton Mr. Heathcliff bid me leave the labour to her How they managed, together I can't tell I fancy he fretted a great deal And moaned hislin night and day And she had precious little rest One could guess by her white face And heavy eyes She sometimes came into the kitchen All wildered-like And looked as if she would feign beg assistance But I was not going to disobey the master I never dare disobey him, Mrs. Dean Though I thought it wrong that Kenneth should not be sent for It was no concern of mine Either to advise or complain And I always refused to meddle Once or twice after we had gone to bed I happened to open my door again And see her sitting crying on the stairs top And then I've shut myself in quick For fear of being moved to interfere I did pity her then, I'm sure Still, I didn't wish to lose my place, you know At last one night she came boldly into my chamber And frightened me out of my wits by saying Tell Mr. Heathcliff that his son is dying I'm sure he is this time Get up instantly and tell him Having uttered this speech she vanished again I lay a quarter of an hour listening and trembling Nothing stirred The house was quiet She's mistaken, I said to myself He's got over it I needn't disturb them I began to doze But my sleep was marred a second time By a sharp ringing of the bell The only bell we have Put up on purpose for Linton And the master called me to see what was the matter And informed them that he wouldn't have that noise repeated I delivered Catherine's message He cursed to himself and in a few minutes Came out with a lighted candle and proceeded to their room I followed Mrs. Heathcliff was seated by the bedside With her hands folded on her knees Her father-in-law went up, held the candle To Linton's face, looked at him And touched him Afterwards he turned to her Now, Catherine He said How do you feel?  He repeated He's safe And I'm free She answered I should feel well But She continued with a bitterness She couldn't conceal You have left me so long to struggle against death alone That I feel and see only death I feel like death And she looked like it too I gave her a little wine Herten and Joseph, who had been wakened by the ringing and the sound of feet And heard our talk from outside, now entered Joseph was faint, I believe, for the lad's removal Herten seemed a thought bothered Though he was more taken up with staring at Catherine than thinking of Linton But the master bid him get off to bed again We didn't want his help He afterwards made Joseph remove the body to his chamber And told me to return to mine And Mrs. Heathcliff remained by herself In the morning he sent me to tell her she must come down to breakfast She had undressed and appeared going to sleep And said she was ill, at which I hardly wondered I informed Mr. Heathcliff and he replied Well, let her be till after the funeral And go up now and then to get her what is needful As soon as she seems better, tell me Cathy stayed upstairs a fortnight according to Zilla Who visited her twice a day and would have been rather more friendly But her attempts at increasing kindness were proudly and promptly repelled Heathcliff went up once to show her Linton's will He had bequeathed the whole of his and what had been her Moveable property to his father The poor creature was threatened or coaxed into that act During her weak substance when his uncle died The lands being a miner he could not meddle with However Mr. Heathcliff had claimed and kept them in his wife's right And his also, I suppose legally at any rate Catherine, destitute of cash and friends Cannot disturb his possession Nobody, said Zilla Ever approached her door except that once but I And nobody asked anything about her The first occasion of her coming down into the house was on a Sunday afternoon She had cried out when I carried up her dinner That she couldn't bear any longer being in the cold And I told her that the master was going to thrush cross-grainge And earn Sean I needn't hinder her from descending So as soon as she heard Heathcliff's horse trot off She made her appearance, dawned in black And her yellow curls combed back behind her ears As plain as a quaker She couldn't comb them out Joseph and I generally go to chapel on Sundays The Kirk you know has no minister now Explain Mrs. Dean And they call it the Methodist's or Baptist's place I can't say which it is, at Gimmeton, a chapel Joseph had gone, she continued But I thought proper to buy it at home Young folks are always the better for the elders overlooking And Herton, with all his bashfulness Isn't a model of nice behaviour I let him know that his cousin would very likely sit with us And she had been always used to see the Sabbath respected So he had as good leave his guns and bits of indoor work alone While she stayed He coloured up at this news and cast his eyes over his hands and clothes The train oil and gunpowder was shoved out of sight in a minute I saw he meant to give her his company And I guessed by his way he wanted to be presentable so laughing As I just not laugh when the master is by I offered to help him if he would and joked at his confusion He grew sullen and began to swear Now, Mrs. Dean Zilla went on, seeing me not pleased by her manner You happen to think you're a young lady too fine for Mr. Hayerton And happen you're right But I own I should love well to bring her pride a peg lower And what will all her learning and her daintiness do for her now? She's as poor as you or I Poor I'll be bound You're saying and I'm doing my little all that road Heriton allowed Zilla to give him her aid And she flattered him into a good humour So when Catherine came Huff forgetting her former insults He tried to make himself agreeable by the housekeeper's account Mrs. walked in, she said As chill as an icicle and as high as a princess I got up and offered her my seat in the armchair No, she turned up her nose at my civility Earned shower-rows too and bid her come to the settle And sit close by the fire He was sure she was starved I've been starved a month And more She answered, resting on the word A scornful as she could And she got a chair for herself And placed it at a distance from both of us Having sat till she was warm She began to look around And discovered a number of books on the dresser She was instantly upon her feet again Stretching to reach them But they were too high up Her cousin after watching her endeavours a while At last some encouraged to help her She held her frock and he filled it The first that came to hand That was a great advance for the lad She didn't think him Still he felt gratified That she had accepted his assistance And ventured to stand behind as She examined them And even to stoop and point out what struck his fancy In certain old pictures which they contained Nor was he daunted by the saucy style In which she jerked the page from his finger He contented himself with going A bit farther back And looking at her instead of the book She continued reading or seeking For something to read His attention became by degrees Quite centred in the study of her thick Silky curls Her face he couldn't see And she couldn't see him And perhaps not quite awake to what He did but attracted Like a child to a candle At last he proceeded From staring to touching He put out his hand and stroked One curl as gently as if it were a bird He might have struck a knife into her neck She started round and such a taking Get away this moment How dare you touch me Why are you stopping there? She cried in a tone of disgust I can't endure you I'll go upstairs again if you come near me Mr. Hilton recoiled Looking as foolish as he could do He sat down in the settle very quiet And she continued turning over her volumes Another half hour Finally earned charcrossed over And whispered to me Will you ask her to read to us, Zilla?  Began earn char Oh, you are an exception Answered Mrs. Heathcliff I never missed such a concern as you But I offered more than once And asked He said, kindling up at her pertness I asked Mr. Heathcliff To let me work for you Be silent I'll go out to doors or anywhere Rather than have your disagreeable voice In my ear, said my lady Hilton muttered she might go To hell for him Constlinging his gun, restraining himself From his Sunday occupations no longer He talked now freely enough And she presently saw fit To retreat to her solitude But the frost had set in And in spite of her pride She was forced to condescend to our company More and more However I took care there should Be no further scorning of my good nature Ever since I've been as stiff as herself And she has no lover or likeer among us And she does not deserve one Let them say the least word to her And she'll curl back Without respect of any one She'll snap the master himself As good as dares him to thrash her And the more hurt she gets The more venomous she grows At first, on hearing this Account from Zilla, I determined To leave my situation, take a cottage And get Catherine to come And live with me. But Mr. Heathcliff Would as soon permit that As he would set up Heratin in an independent house And I can see no remedy at present Unless she could marry again And that scheme it does not come Within my province to arrange. Thus ended Mrs. Dean's story. Notwithstanding the doctor's prophecy I am rapidly recovering strength And though it be only the second week in January I propose getting out on horseback in a day or two And riding over to Wuthering Heights To inform my landlord that I shall spend The next six months in London And if he likes, he may look out for another tenant To take the place after October. I would not pass another winter here for much. End of Chapter 30 Chapter 31 of Wuthering Heights By Emily Bronte This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Yesterday was bright, calm and frosty. I went to the Heights as I proposed. My housekeeper entreated me to bear A little nought from her to her young lady. And I did not refuse, For the worthy woman was not conscious Of anything odd in her request. The front door stood open, But the jealous gate was fastened as at my last visit. I knocked and invoked urn-shore From among the garden-beds. He unchained it, and I entered. The fellow is as handsome a rustic as need be seen. I took particular notice of him this time. But then he does his best, Apparently to make the least of his advantages. I asked if Mr. Heathcliff were at home. He answered no, But he would be in at dinner-time. It was eleven o'clock, And I announced my intention of going in and waiting for him, At which he immediately flung down his tools, And accompanied me in the office of Watchdog, Not as a substitute for the host. We entered together. Catherine was there, making herself useful In preparing some vegetables for the approaching meal. She looked more sulky and less spirited Than when I had seen her first. She hardly raised her eyes to notice me, And continued her employment with the same day And continued her employment with the same disregard To common forms of politeness as before.  She does not seem so amiable, I thought, as Mrs. Dean would persuade me to believe. She's a beauty, it is true, But not an angel. Earnshaw surly bid her remove her things To the kitchen. Remove them yourself! She said, pushing them from her as soon as she had done, And retiring to a stool by the window, Where she began to carve figures of birds And beasts out of the turnip pairings in her lap. I approached her, Pretending to desire a view of the garden, And, as I fancied, Adroitly dropped Mrs. Dean's note onto her knee, Unnoticed by Heriton. But she asked aloud, What is that? And chucked it off. A letter from your old acquaintance, The housekeeper of the Grange, I answered, Anointed her exposing my kind deed, And fearful lest it should be imagined Amissive of my own. She would gladly have gathered it up at this information, But Heriton beat her. He seized and put it in his waistcoat, Saying Mr. Heathcliff should look at it first.  And her cousin, after struggling a while To keep down his softer feelings, Pulled out the letter, And flung it on the floor beside her As ungraciously as he could. Catherine caught and perused it eagerly. Then she put a few questions to me Concerning the inmates, rational and irrational, Of her former home, And gazing towards the hills, Murmured in soliloquy. I should like to be riding mini down there. I should like to be climbing up there. Oh, I'm tired. I'm stalled, Heriton. And she lent her pretty head back Against the sill, With half a yawn and half a sigh, And lapsed into an aspect of abstracted sadness, Neither caring nor knowing whether We remarked her. Mrs. Heathcliff, I said, After sitting some time mute.   She appeared to wonder at this speech And asked, Does Ellen like you? She cried unhesitatingly. You must tell her, she continued, That I would answer her letter, But I have no materials for writing, Not even a book from which I might tear a leaf. No books, I exclaimed. How do you contrive to live here without them, If I may take the liberty to inquire? Though provided with a large library, I'm frequently very dull at the grange. Take my books away and I should be desperate. I was always reading when I had them, Said Catherine. And Mr. Heathcliff never reads.  I have not had a glimpse of one for weeks. Only once I searched Through Joseph's store of theology To his great irritation. And once had, and I came upon A secret stock in your room, Some Latin and Greek, And some tales and poetry. All old friends.  There of no use to you, Or else you concealed them in the bad spirit That as you cannot enjoy them, Nobody else shall. Perhaps your envy counselled Mr. Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain And printed in my heart, And you cannot deprive me of those. Own show blushed crimson When his cousin made this revelation Of his private literary accumulations, And stammered and bewildered Acumulations, and stammered An indignant denial of her accusations. Mr. Hearton is desirous Of increasing his amount of knowledge, I said, coming to his rescue. He is not envious, but emulous Of your attainments. Here we are clever scholar In a few years. And he wants me to sink into a dunce Meantime," answered Catherine. Yes, I hear him trying to spell And read to himself, and pretty Blunders he makes. I wish you would repeat Chevy Chase Extremely funny. I heard you, And I heard you turning over the dictionary To seek out the hard words, And then cursing, because you couldn't Read their explanations. The young man evidently thought it too bad That he should be laughed at for his ignorance, And then laughed at for trying to remove it. I had a similar notion, And remembering Mrs. Dean's anecdote Of his first attempt at enlightening the darkness In which he had been reared, I observed, But Mrs. Heathcliff, We have each had a commencement, Stumbled and tottered on the threshold. Had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding Us, we should stumble and totter yet. Oh! she replied. I don't wish to limit his acquirements. Still he has no right to appropriate what is mine, And to make it ridiculous to me With his vile mistakes and mispronunciations. Those books, both prose and verse, Are consecrated to me by other associations, And I hate to have them debased And profaned in his mouth. Besides of all, he has selected My favourite pieces that I love the most to repeat. Is it out of deliberate malice? Heriton's chest heaved In silence a minute. He laboured under a severe sense Of mortification and wrath, Which it was no easy task to suppress. I rose, and, from a gentlemanly Idea of relieving his embarrassment, Took up my station in the doorway, Surveying the external prospect as I stood. He followed my example, And left the room, But presently reappeared, Half a dozen volumes in his hands, Which he threw into Catherine's lap, Exclaiming, Take them. I'll never want to hear or read Or think of them again. I won't have them now, she answered. I shall connect them with you, And hate them. She opened one that had obviously Been often turned over, And read a portion in the Drawling tone of a beginner, Then laughed and threw it from her. And listened, she continued, But his self-love would endure No further torment. I heard, and not altogether disapprovingly, A manual check given to her saucy tongue. The little wretch had done her utmost To hurt her cousin's sensitive, Though uncultivated feelings, And a physical argument was the only mode He had of balancing the account And repaying its effects on the inflictor. He afterwards gathered the books And hurled them on the fire. I read in his countenance what anguish It was to offer that sacrifice to spleen. I fancied that as they consumed He recalled the pleasure they had already imparted And the triumph and ever-increasing Pleasure he had anticipated from them. And I fancied I guessed the incitement To his secret studies also. He had been content with daily labour And rough animal enjoyments Till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn and hope Of her approval were his first Promptors to higher pursuits, And instead of guarding him from one And winning him to the other, He himself had produced just the contrary result. Yes, that's all the good That such a brute as you can get from them.  You'd better hold your tongue now. He answered fiercely. And his agitation precluded further Speech. He advanced hastily To the entrance where I made way for him to pass. But ere he had crossed the doorstones Mr Heathcliff, coming up the causeway Encountered him, and laying hold Of his shoulder asked, What's to do now, my lad? Not, not, he said, And broke away to enjoy his grief And anger in solitude. Heathcliff gazed after him, And sighed, It will be odd if I thought myself. He muttered, unconscious that I was behind him. But when I look for his father In his face I find her Every day more. How the devil is he so like I can hardly bear to see him. He bent his eyes to the ground And walked moodyly in. There was a restless, anxious expression In his countenance I had never remarked there before And he looked spare in person. His daughter-in-law, On perceiving him through the window, Immediately escaped to the kitchen, So that I remained alone. I'm glad to see you out of doors again, Mr Lockwood. He said, in reply to my greeting, From selfish motives partly I don't think I could readily supply Your loss in this desolation. I've wondered more than once what brought you here. An idle whim, I fear, sir, was my answer. Or else an idle whim is going to spirit me away. I shall set out for London next week, And I must give you warning that I feel no disposition To retain Thrushcross Grange Beyond the twelve months I agree to rent it. I believe I shall not live there any more. Oh, indeed, you're tired of being banished From the world, are you? He said.  I never relent in exacting my due from any one. I'm coming to plead off nothing about it, I exclaimed, considerably irritated. Should you wish it, I'll settle with you now. And I drew my notebook from my pocket. No, no, he replied, coolly. You'll leave sufficient behind To cover your debts if you fail to return. I'm not in such a hurry. Sit down and take your dinner with us. A guest that is safe from repeating His visit can generally be made welcome. Catherine, bring the things in. Where are you? Catherine reappeared, bearing a tray Of knives and forks. You may get your dinner with Joseph, muttered Heathcliff aside, and remain in the kitchen till he is gone. She obeyed his directions very punctually. Perhaps she had no temptation to transgress. Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better Class of people when she meets them.  I would have departed by the back-way To get a last glimpse of Catherine And annoy old Joseph, But Heroton received orders to lead up My horse, and my horse himself Escorted me to the door, So I could not fulfil my wish. How dreary life gets over in that house I reflected while riding down the road. What a realisation of something More romantic than a fairy-tale It would have been for Mrs. Heathcliff had she and I Struck up an attachment as her good nurse Desired and migrated together Into the stirring atmosphere of the town. End of Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Of Wuthering Heights By Emily Bronte This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. 1802 This September I was invited To devastate the moors of a friend In the north, and on my journey To his abode I unexpectedly came In fifteen miles of Gimmerton. The Osler, at a roadside public house Was holding a pail of water to refresh my horses When a cart of very green alts Newly reaped, passed by, and he remarked, Yonce for Gimmerton Nah, there all is three Week after other folk With their harvest. Gimmerton, I repeated. My residence in that locality Had already grown dim and dreamy. Ah, I know. How far is it from this? At fourteen miles, Lord Hills, And a rough road. He answered. A sudden impulse seized me To visit Thrushcross Grange. It was scarcely noon, and I conceived That I might as well pass the night Under my own roof as in an inn. Besides, I could spare a day easily To arrange matters with my landlord And thus serve myself the trouble Of invading the neighbourhood again. Having rested a while, I directed My servant to inquire the way to the village At the distance in some three hours. I left him there and proceeded Down the valley alone. The Grey Church looked grayer, And the lonely churchyard lonelier. I distinguished a moor sheep Cropping the short turf on the graves. It was sweet, warm weather, Too warm for travelling, but the heat Did not hinder me from enjoying The delightful scenery above and below. Had I seen it nearer August, I'm sure it would have tempted me To waste a month among its solitudes. In summer nothing more divine Than those glens shut in by hills And those bluff-bold swells of heath. I reached the Grange before sunset And knocked for admittance, But the family had retreated into The back premises I judged by One thin blue wreath curling from The kitchen chimney, and they did not hear. I rode into the court. Under the porch a girl of nine or ten Sat knitting, and an old woman Reclined on the house-steps, Smoking a meditative pipe. It was Dean within, I demanded of the derm. Mr. is Dean? No, she answered. She doesn't buy, dear. She's up at the arts. Are you the housekeeper, then? I continued. Er, I'll keep the house. She replied. Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood, the master. Are there any rooms to lodge me in, I wonder? I wish to stay all night. The master? She cried in astonishment. Whither ever knew you were coming? You said your said word. There's not nor the dry nor midst all about the place. Now there isn't. She threw down her pipe and bustled in. The girl followed, and I entered too.  I would go out for a walk, And, meantime, she must try to prepare A corner of the sitting-room for me to sub in, And a bedroom to sleep in. No sweeping and dusting, Only good fire and dry sheets were necessary. She seemed willing to do her best, Though she thrust the hearth-brush into the grate In mistake for the poker, And malappropriated several other articles of her craft. But I retired, confiding in her energy For a resting-place against my return. Wuthering heights was the goal Of my proposed excursion, And afterthought brought me back When I had quitted the court. All well at the heights, I inquired of the woman. Eh, poor Altino! She answered, scurrying away With a pan of hot cinders. I would have asked why Mrs. Dean Had deserted the Grange, But it was impossible to delay her at such a crisis, So I turned away and made my exit, Rambling leisurely along, With the glow of a sinking sun behind And the mild glory of a rising moon in front, One fading, and the other brightening, As I quitted the park and climbed The stony by-road, branching off to Mr. Heathliff's dwelling. Before I arrived in sight of it, All that remained of day Was a beamless amber light along the west, But I could see every pebble on the path And every blade of grass by that splendid moon. I had neither to climb the gate nor to knock. It yielded to my hand. That is an improvement, I thought. And I noticed another by the head of my nostrils, A fragrance of stalks and wall-flowers Woffed it on the air from among The homely fruit-trees. Both doors and lattices were open, And yet, as is usually the case in a coal district, A fine red fire illumined the chimney. The comfort which the eye derives from it Renders the extra heat and durable. But the house of Wuthering Heights is so large That the inmates have plenty of space For withdrawing out of its influence, And accordingly what inmates there were Had stationed themselves not far from one of the windows. I could both see them and hear them talk Before I entered, and looked and listened In consequence, being moved there too By a mingled sense of curiosity and envy. The grew as I lingered. Contrary! said a voice as sweet as a silver bell. That for the third time, you dunce! I'm not going to tell you again. Recollect, or I'll pull your hair. Contrary, then! answered another, In deep but softened tones. And now kiss me, for mine is so well. No, read it over first correctly Without a single mistake. The male speaker began to read. He was a young man, respectably dressed, And seated at a table, having a book before him.  Its owner stood behind, her light shining ringlets Blending at intervals with his brown looks As she bent to superintend his studies, And her face, it was lucky he could not see her face, Or he would never have been so steady. I could, and I bit my lip in spite That having thrown away the chance I might have had Of doing something besides staring at its smiting beauty. The task was done, not free from further blunders, But the pupil claimed a reward, And received at least five kisses, Which, however, he generously returned. Then they came to the door, And from their conversation I judged That they were about to issue out And have a walk on the moors. I supposed I should be condemned In hurt and urnshell's heart, if not by his mouth, To the lowest pit in the infernal regions If I showed my unfortunate person in his neighbourhood then, And, feeling very mean and malignant, I sulked round to seek refuge in the kitchen. There was unobstructed admittance on that side also, And at the door sat my old friend Nellie Dean Sewing and singing a song, Which was often interrupted from within Dorn and intolerance, But it in far from musical accents. I'd rather, by the hoof, Have him swearing in me lugs from on to neat. No hair can he harseiver, Said the tenant of the kitchen In answer to an unheard speech of Nellie's.   Poor lad! He added with a groan. He's witch'd, I'm sartanant. Oh, lord, judge him, For there's no the law nor justice among we're rulers. No, or we should be sitting In flaming faggots, I suppose. Retorted the singer. But wish, old man, And read your Bible like a Christian, And never mind me. This is Ferry Annie's wedding, A bonnetune. It goes to a dance. Mrs.  How could you think of returning in this way?  You should have given us notice. I've arranged to be accommodated there For as long as I shall stay, I answered. I depart again tomorrow. And how are you transplanted here, Mrs. Dean? Tell me that.  And stay till you returned. But step in, pray. Have you walked from Gimmitton this evening? From the Grange, I replied. And while they make me lodging-room there, I want to finish my business with your master, Because I don't think of having another opportunity in a hurry. What business, sir? Said Nellie, conducting me into the house. He's gone out at present, and won't return soon. About the rent, I answered. Oh, then it is with Mrs. Heathcliff you must settle. She observed. Or rather with me. She has not learnt to manage her affairs yet, And I act for her. There's nobody else. I looked surprised. Ah, you have not heard of Heathcliff's death, I see. She continued. Heathcliff dead? I exclaimed, astonished. How long ago? Three months since. But sit down and let me take your hat, And I'll tell you about it. Stop, you have had nothing to eat, have you? I want nothing. I have ordered supper at home.  I never dreamt of his dying. Let me hear how he came to pass. You say you don't expect them back for some time, the young people? No, I have to scold them every evening for their late rambles, But they don't care for me. At least have a drink of our old ale. It will do you good. You seem weary. She hasn't effected it before I could refuse, And I heard Joseph asking whether It weren't a crying scandal That she should have followers at her time of life. And then, to get them jokes out of the master's cellar, He fear shamed to bide still and see it. She did not stare to retaliate, But re-entered in a minute, Bearing a reaming silver pint, Whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness. And afterwards she furnished me With the sequel of Heathcliff's history.  I was summoned to Wuthering Heights Within a fortnight of your leaving us, She said, And I obeyed joyfully for Catherine's sake. My first interview with her grieved and shocked me. She had altered so much since our separation. Mr. Heathcliff did not explain his reasons For taking a new mind about my coming here. He only told me he wanted me, And he was tired of seeing Catherine. I must make the little parlour my sitting-room And keep her with me. It was enough if he were obliged To see her once or twice a day. She seemed pleased at this arrangement. And, by degrees, I smuggled over a great number of books And other articles that had formed her amusement at the Grange. And flattered myself we should get on intolerable comfort. The delusion did not last long. Catherine contented at first in a brief space Grew irritable and restless. For one thing she was forbidden to move out of the garden, And it fretted her sadly to be confined To its narrow bounds as spring drew on. For another, in following the house, I was forced to quit her frequently, And she complained of loneliness. She preferred quarrelling with Joseph in the kitchen To sitting at peace and her solitude. I did not mind their skirmishes, But Herotin was often obliged to seek the kitchen also When the master wanted to have the house to himself, And though in the beginning she either left it at his approach Or quietly joined in my occupations And shunned remarking or addressing him, And though he was always as sullen and silent as possible, After a while he had left the house. After a while she changed her behaviour And became incapable of letting him alone, Talking at him, commenting on his stupidity and idleness, Expressing her wonder how he could endure the life he lived, How he could sit a whole evening Staring into the fire and dozing. He's just like a dog. Is he not, Ellen? She once observed. Or a cart horse. He does his work, eats his food And sleeps eternally. What a blank, dreary mind he must have. Do you ever dream, Herotin? And if you do, what is it about? But you can't speak to me. Then she looked at him, But he would neither open his mouth nor look again. He's perhaps dreaming now. She continued. He twitched his shoulder as Juno twitches hers. Ask him, Ellen. Mr. Herotin will ask the master to send you upstairs If you don't behave, I said. He had not only twitched his shoulder but clenched his fist, As if tempted to use it. I know why Herotin never speaks when I am in the kitchen. She exclaimed on another occasion. He is afraid I shall laugh at him. Ellen, what do you think? He began to teach himself to read once, And because I laughed he burned his books and dropped it. Was he not a fool? Were not you naughty, I said. Answer me that. Perhaps I was. She went on. But I did not expect him to be so silly. Herotin, if I gave you a book, would you take it now? I'll try. She placed one she had been perusing on his hand. He flung it off, and muttered, If she did not give over, he would break her neck. Well, I shall put it here. She said. In the table-draw. And I'm going to bed. Then she whispered to me to watch Whether he touched it and departed. But he would not come near it, And so I informed her in the morning to her great disappointment. I saw she was sorry for his persevering sulkiness and indolence. Her conscience reproved her for frightening him off of improving himself. She had done it effectually. But her ingenuity was at work to remedy the injury. While I ironed, or pursued other such stationary employments as I could not well do in the parlour, She would bring some pleasant volume and read it aloud to me. When Herotin was there, She generally paused in an interesting part, And left the book lying about. That she did repeatedly. But he was as obstinate as a mule, And instead of snatching at her bait, In wet weather he took to smoking with Joseph, And they sat like automatons, One on each side of the fire, The elder happily too deaf to understand her wicked nonsense, As he would have called it, The younger doing his best to seem to disregard it. On fine evenings the latter followed his shooting expeditions, And Catherine yawned and sighed, And teased me to talk to her, And ran off into the court or garden the moment I began, And at last resource cried, And said she was tired of living, Her life was useless. Mr Heathcliff, who grew more and more disinclined to society, Had almost banished Earnshaw from his apartment. Owing to an accident at the commencement of March, He became for some days a fixture in the kitchen. His gun burst while out on the hills by himself, The elder cut his arm, And he lost a good deal of blood before he could reach home. The consequence was that, per force, He was condemned to the fireside and tranquillity, Till he made it up again. It suited Catherine to have him there, At any rate, it made her hate her room upstairs more than ever, And she would compel me to find out business below, That she might accompany me. On Easter Monday, Joseph went to Gimatin Fair with some cattle, And in the afternoon I was busy getting up linen in the kitchen, Earnshaw sat, morose as usual, at the chimney corner, And my little mistress was beguiling an idle hour With drawing pictures on the window-panes, Varying her amusement by smothered bursts of songs, And whispered ejaculations, And quick glances of annoyance and impatience In the direction of her cousin, Who steadfastly smoked and looked into the grate. At a notice that I could do with her No longer intercepting my light, She removed to the hearthstone. I bestowed little attention on her proceedings, But presently I heard her begin. I found out, Herton, That I want... That I'm glad... That I should like you to be my cousin now, If you had not grown so cross to me and so rough. Heriton returned no answer. Herton? Herton? Herton, do you hear?  Egralled with uncompromising roughness. Let me take that pipe. She said cautiously advancing her hand And abstracting it from his mouth. Before he could attempt to recover it It was broken and behind the fire. He swore at her and seized another. Stop! She cried. You must listen to me first And I can't speak while those clouds are floating in my face. Will you go to the devil? He exclaimed ferociously. And let me be. No. She persisted. I won't. I can't tell what to do to make you talk to me. And you are determined not to understand.  I don't mean that I despise you. Come, you shall take notice of me, Herton. You are my cousin. And you shall own me.  He answered. I'll go to hell, body and soul Before I look sideways after you again. Side out at gate now, this minute. Catherine frowned and retreated to the window-seat Chewing her lip and endeavouring by humming an eccentric tune To conceal a growing tendency to sob. You should be friends with your cousin, Mr. Heraton. I interrupted, since she repents of her sauciness. It would do you a great deal of good. It would make you another man to have her for a companion. A companion? He cried. When she hates me and does not think me fit to wipe her shoe. If it made me a king, I'd not be scorned For seeking her good will any more.  It is you who hate me. Wept, Cathy, no longer disguising her trouble. You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does and more.  Began, Earnshaw. Why have I made him angry By taking your part, then, a hundred times? And that when you sneered at and despised me And go on plaguing me and I'll step in yonder And say you worried me out of the kitchen. I didn't know you took my part. She answered, drawing her eyes. And I was miserable and bitter at everybody. But now I thank you and beg you to forgive me. What can I do besides? She returned to the hearth and frankly extended her hand. He blackened and scowled like a thunder-cloud And kept his fists resolutely clenched And his gaze fixed on the ground. Catherine, by instinct, must have divined It was obdurate perversity and not dislike That prompted this dogged conduct. For, after remaining an instant undecided She stooped and impressed on his cheek a gentle kiss. The little rogue thought I had not seen her And, drawing back, she took her former station By the window quite demurely. I shook my head reprovingly And then she blushed and whispered, Well, what should I have done, Alan? He wouldn't shake hands and he wouldn't look. I must show him some way that I like him, That I want to be friends. Whether the kiss convinced Tarotin I cannot tell. He was very careful for some minutes That his face should not be seen. And when he did raise it He was sadly puzzled where to turn his eyes. Catherine employed herself in wrapping A handsome book needly and white paper And, having tied it with a bit of ribbon And addressed it to Mr. Heriton Unshaw She desired me to be her ambassador dress And convey the present to its destined recipient. And tell him if he'll take it I'll come and teach him to read it right. She said, And if he refuse it I'll go upstairs And never tease him again. I carried it and repeated the message Anxiously watched by my employer. Heriton would not open his fingers So I laid it on his knee. He did not strike it off either. I returned to my work. Catherine leaned her head and arms on the table Till she heard the slight rustle Of the covering being removed. Then she stole away And quietly seated herself beside her cousin. He trembled and his face glowed. All his rudeness and all his surly harshness Had deserted him. He could not summon courage at first To utter a syllable in reply to her questioning look And her murmured petition. Say you forgive me, Heriton. Do. You can make me so happy by speaking that little word. He muttered something inaudible. And you'll be my friend. Added Catherine interrogatively. Nay, you'll be ashamed of me every day of your life. He answered, And the more ashamed, the more you know me. And I cannot bide it. So you won't be my friend. She said, smiling as sweet as honey And creeping close-up. I overheard no further distinguishable talk. But, on looking round again, I perceived two such radiant countenances Bent over the page of the accepted book That I did not doubt the treaty had been ratified On both sides, And the enemies were, thenceforth, sworn allies. The work they studied was full of costly pictures, And those and their position had charm enough To keep them unmoved till Joseph came home. He poor man was perfectly aghast at the spectacle Of Catherine seated on the same bench with Heriton Anshaw, Leaning her hand on his shoulder, And confounded at his favourite's endurance of her proximity. It affected him too deeply to allow an observation On the subject that night. His emotion was only revealed by the immense size he drew, As he solemnly spread his large Bible on the table, And overlaid it with dirty bank-notes from his pocket-book, The produce of the day's transactions. At length he summoned Heriton from his seat. Tack these into the maester, lad. He said, And abide there. He's going up to my own room. This oil is neither mince nor seamly for us. We one side out and search another. Come, Catherine, I said. We must side out, too. I've done my ironing. Are you ready to go? It is nought eight o'clock. She answered, rising unwillingly. Heriton, I'll leave this book upon the chimney-piece, And I'll bring some more to-morrow. Only books that you leave I shall take into the house. Said Joseph. That'll be Mitch if you can find him again. Sir, you may please your cell. Cathy threatened that his library should pay for hers, And, smiling as she passed Heriton, went singing upstairs, Lighter of heart, I venture to say, Than ever she had been under that roof before, Except perhaps during her earliest visits to Linton. The intimacy thus commenced, grew rapidly, Though it encountered temporary interruptions. Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, And, my young lady was no philosopher, And no paragon of patience, But both their minds tending to the same point, One loving and desiring to esteem, The other loving and desiring to be esteemed, They contrived in the end to reach it. You see, Mr. Lockwood, it was easy enough To win Mrs. Heathcliff's heart. But now I am glad you did not try. The crown of all my wishes will be the union of those two. I shall envy no one on their wedding-day. There won't be a happier woman than myself in England. Chapter 33 Of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 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 here to fall. She got downstairs before me, and out into the garden, Where she had seen her cousin performing some easy work, When I went to bid them come to breakfast, I saw she had persuaded him to clear a large space of ground From current 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 current 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, 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. Heriton, I wonder you should have no more wit Than to go and make that mess at her bidding? I have forgotten there 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 today she stole nearer to Heriton, 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, When I 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 prim roses in his plate of porridge. He dared not speak to her there, he dared hardly look, And yet she went on teasing, till he was twice on the point Of being provoked to laugh. I frowned, and then she glanced towards the master, Whose mind was occupied on other subjects than his company, As his countenance evenced. And she grew serious for an instant, Scrutinizing him with deep gravity. Afterwards she turned, and recommended her nonsense. At last Heriton 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. It is well you are out of my reach. He exclaimed, What fiend possesses you to stare back at me continually With those infernal eyes. Down with them, don't remind me of your existence again. I thought I had cured you of laughing. It was me. muttered Heriton. What do you say? demanded the master. Heriton looked at his plate, and did not repeat the confession. Mr. Heathcliff looked at him a bit, And then silently resumed his breakfast, And his interrupted musing. We had nearly finished, and the two young people Prudently shifted wider asunder, So I anticipated no further disturbance during that sitting, When Joseph appeared at the door, Revealing by his quivering lip and furious eye That the outrage committed on his precious shrubs was detected. He must have seen Cathy and her cousin About the spot before he examined it, For while his jaws worked like those of a cow chewing its cod, And rendered his speech difficult to understand, he began. Ah, I won't have my wage. And I won't go. I had aimed to die where I'd saw for sixty years, And I thought I'd lug my books into the garret And all my bits of stuff, And they should have to kitchen to their cell, For to take a quietness. It were hard to give me own hearthstone, But I thought I could do that. But nah, shooed on my garden fro me, And by the heart, meester, I cannot stand it. Yeah, me bendy oak, and ye will. I known used it, And an old man doesn't soon get used to new bathens. I'd rather iron my bait and my soup We a hummer in the road.  Interrupted, Heathcliff. Cut it short. What's your grievance? I'll interfere in no quarrels between you and Nellie. She may thrust you into the coal-hole for anything I care. It's known, Nellie. Answered, Joseph. I shouldn't shift for Nellie. Nasty old note, as she is. Thank God, shoo cannot stale to sell a nobody. Sure, well, never, sir, handsome. But what a body would look at her about winking. It's unflaisome, raceless queen That switched her lad with her bowed ead And her forehead ways. Till, nay, he fair brust my heart. He's forgotten all I've done for him, And made on him, and gone, And driven up a whole road To grandest current trees in the garden. And here he lamented outright, Unmanned by a sense of his bitter injuries, And unshores in gratitude and dangerous condition. Is the fool drunk? Asked Mr Heathcliff. Herten, is it you he's finding fault with? I've pulled up two or three bushes. Replied the young man. But I'm going to set him again. And why have you pulled them up? Said the master. Catherine wisely put in her tongue. We wanted to plant some flowers there. She cried. I'm the only person to blame, for I wished him to do it. And who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place? Demanded her father-in-law, Much surprised. And who ordered you to obey her? He added, turning to heriton. The latter was speechless, his cousin replied. You shouldn't grudge a few yards of earth for me to ornament, When you had taken all my land.  Said Heathcliff. And my money.  Silence. He exclaimed. Get done and be gone. And Herton's land and his money. Pursued the reckless thing. Herton and I are friends now, And I shall tell him all about you. The master seemed confounded a moment. He grew pale and rose up, Eyeing her all the while with an expression of mortal hate. If you strike me, Herton will strike you. She said. So you may as well sit down.  Thundered Heathcliff. Damnable witch, dare you pretend to rouse him against me? Off with her. Do you hear? Fling her into the kitchen. I'll kill her, Elendine, if you let her come into my sight again. Herton tried, under his breath, to persuade her to go. Drag her away. He cried savagely. Are you staying to talk? And he approached to execute his own command. He'll not obey you wicked man any more, Said Catherine. And he'll soon detest you as much as I do. Wished, wished! muttered the young man reproachfully. I will not hear you speak so to him, have done. But he won't let him strike me. She cried. Come, men! He whispered earnestly. It was too late. Heathcliff had caught hold of her. Now you go! He said to Arnshaw. A cursed witch, this time she has provoked me when I could not bear it, and I'll make her repent it forever. He had his hand in her hair. Herton attempted to release her locks, in treating him not to hurt her that once. Heathcliff's black eyes flashed, he seemed ready to tear Catherine in pieces, and I was just worked up to risk coming to the rescue, when of a sudden his fingers relaxed.  Then he drew his hand over his eyes, stood a moment to collect himself apparently, and turning anew to Catherine, said with assumed calmness.  Go with Mrs. Dean and keep with her, and confine your insolence to her ears. As to Herton Arnshaw, if I see him listen to you, I'll send him seeking his bread where he can get it. Your love will make him an outcast and a beggar. Nelly, take her, and leave me, all of you, leave me. I led my young lady out. She was too glad of her escape to resist. The others followed, and Mr. Heathcliff had the room to himself till dinner. I had counseled Catherine to dine upstairs, but, as soon as he perceived her vacant seat, he sent me to call her. He spoke to none of us, ate very little, and went out directly afterwards, intimating that he should not return before evening. The two new friends established themselves in a house during his absence, where I heard Herot and Stirling check his cousin on her offering a revelation of her father-in-law's conduct to his father. He said he wouldn't suffer a word to be uttered in his disparagement. If he were the devil, it didn't signify he would stand by him, and he'd rather she would abuse himself as she used to than begin on Mr. Heathcliff. Catherine was waxing cross at this, but he found means to make her hold her tongue by asking how she would like him to speak ill of her father. Then she comprehended that Earnshaw took the master's reputation home to himself and was attached by tie stronger than reason could break, chains forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen. She showed a good heart thenceforth in avoiding both complaints and expressions of antipathy, concerning Heathcliff, and confessed to me her sorrow that she had endeavoured to raise a bad spirit between him and Herotton. Indeed, I don't believe she has ever breathed a syllable in the latter's hearing against her oppressor since. When this slight disagreement was over, they were friends again, and as busy as possible in their several occupations of pupil and teacher. I worked with them after I had done my work, and I felt so soothed and comforted to watch them that I did not notice how time got on. You know, they both appeared in a measure, my children. I had long been proud of one, and now I was sure the other would be a source of equal satisfaction. His honest, warm and intelligent nature shook off rapidly the clouds of ignorance and degradation in which it had been bred, and Catherine's sincere commendations spurred to his industry. His brightening mind brightened his features and added spirit and nobility to their aspect. I could hardly fancy at the same individual I had beheld on the day I discovered my little lady at Wuthering Heights after her expedition to the crags. While I admired and they laboured, Dosk drew on, and with it returned the master. He came upon us quite unexpectedly, entering by the front way, and had a full view of the whole three, and raised our heads to glance at him. Well, I reflected, there was never a pleasanter or more harmless sight, and it will be a burning shame to scold them. The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads, and revealed their faces animated with the eager interest of children, for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of nobility to feel and learn that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity. They lifted their eyes together to encounter Mr. Heathcliff. Perhaps you have never remarked that their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. The present Catherine has no other likeness to her, except a breadth of forehead, and a certain arch of the nostril that makes her appear rather hotty, whether she will or not. With heriton the resemblance has carried farther. It is singular at all times, then it was particularly striking, because his senses were alert and his mental faculties wakened to unwanted activity. I suppose this resemblance disarmed Mr. Heathcliff. He walked to the hearth in evident agitation, but it quickly subsided as he looked at the young man, or I should say altered its character, for it was there yet. He took the book from his hand and glanced at the open page, then returned it without any observation, merely signing Catherine away. Her companion lingered very little behind her, and I was about to depart also, but he bid me sit still. It is a poor conclusion, is it not? He observed, having brooded a while on the scene he had just witnessed. An absurd termination to my violent exertions. I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, but everything is ready and in my power. I find the will to lift a slate off either roof has vanished. My old enemies have not beaten me. Now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives. I could do it and none could hinder me. But where is the use? I don't care for striking. I can't take the trouble to raise my hand. That sounds as if I had been laboring the whole time only to exhibit a fine trait of magnanimity. It is far from being the case. I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. Nellie, there is a strange change approaching. I am in its shadow at present. I take so little interest in my daily life that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me, and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony. About her I won't speak, and I don't desire to think, but I earnestly wish she were invisible. Her presence invokes only maddening sensations. He moves me differently, and yet if I could do it without seeming insane, I'd never see him again. You'll perhaps think me rather inclined to become so. He added, making an effort to smile. If I try to describe the thousand forms of past associations and ideas he awakens or embodies. But you'll not talk of what I tell you, and my mind is so eternally secluded in itself it is tempting at last to turn it out to another. Five minutes ago Heriton seemed a personification of my youth, not a human being. I felt to him in such a variety of ways that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally. In the first place his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least, for what is not connected with her to me and what does not recall her I cannot look down to this floor but her features are shaped in the flags. In every cloud, in every tree, filling the air at night and caught by glimpses in every object by day I am surrounded with her image. The most ordinary faces of men and women, my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist and that I have lost her. Well, Heriton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love, of my wild endeavours to hold my right, my degradation, my pride, my happiness and my anguish. But it is frenzy to repeat these thoughts to you, only it will let you know why, with a reluctance to be always alone, his society is no benefit, rather an aggravation of the constant torment I suffer, and it partly contributes to render me, regardless how he and his cousin go on together, I can give them no attention any more. But what do you mean by a change, Mr. Heathcliff? I said, alarmed at his manner. Though he was neither in danger of losing his senses nor dying, according to my judgement, he was quite strong and healthy, and, as to his reason, from childhood he had a delight in dwelling on dark things and entertaining odd fancies. He might have had a monomania on the subject of his departed idol, but on every other point his wits were as sound as mine. I shall not know that till it comes. He said, I'm only half conscious of it now. You have no feeling of illness, have you? I asked. No, Nellie, I have not. He answered, then you are not afraid of death, I pursued. Afraid? No. He replied, I have neither a fear nor a presentiment nor a hope of death. Why should I? With my hard constitution and temperate mode of living and unparalleled occupations I ought to and probably shall remain above ground till there is scarcely a black hair on my head. And yet I cannot continue in this condition. I have to remind myself to breathe, almost to remind my heart to beat, and it is like bending back a stiff spring. It is by compulsion that I do the slightest act not prompted by one thought, and by compulsion that I notice anything alive or dead which is not associated with one universal idea. I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long and so unwaveringly that I am convinced it will be reached and soon, because it has devoured my existence. I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfilment. My confessions have not relieved me, but they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show. Oh, God, it is a long fight. I wish it were over. He began to pace the room, muttering terrible things to himself, till I was inclined to believe, as he said Joseph did, that conscience had turned his heart to an earthly hell. I wondered greatly how it would end, though he seldom before had revealed this state of mind, even by looks, it was his habitual mood I had no doubt. He asserted it himself, but not a soul from his general bearing would have conjectured the fact. You did not when you saw him, Mr. Lockwood, and at the period of which I speak he was just the same as then, only fonder of continued solitude and perhaps still more laconic in company. CHAPTER XXXIV This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting or set meals, yet he would not consent formally to exclude Herotin and Cathy. He had an aversion to yielding so completely to his feelings, choosing rather to absent himself, waiting once in twenty-four hours seemed sufficient sustenance for him. One night, after the family were in bed, I heard him go downstairs and out at the front door. I did not hear him re-enter, and in the morning I found he was still away. We were in April then, the weather was sweet and warm, the grass as green as showers and sun could make it, and the two dwarf apple trees near the southern wall in full bloom. After breakfast Catherine insisted on my bringing a chair sitting with my work under the fir trees at the end of the house, and she beguiled Herotin, who had perfectly recovered from his accident, to dig and arrange her little garden, which was shifted to that corner by the influence of Joseph's complaints. I was comfortably reveling in the spring fragrance around and the beautiful soft blue overhead, when my young lady, who had run down near the gate to procure some primrose roots for a border, and only half laden, and informed us that Mr Heathcliff was coming in. And he spoke to me, she added, with a perplexed countenance. What did he say? asked Herotin. He told me to be gone as fast as I could, she answered, but he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him. How? he inquired. Why, almost bright and cheerful, no, almost nothing, very much excited, and wild and glad, she replied. Nightwalking amuses him then, a remarked affecting a careless manner, in reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement, for to see the master looking glad would not be an everyday spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the open door, he was pale, and he trembled, yet certainly he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes that altered the aspect of his whole face. Will you have some breakfast? I said. You must be hungry, rambling about all night. I wanted to discover where he had been, but I did not like to ask directly. No, I'm not hungry. He answered, averting his head, and speaking rather contemptuously, as if he guessed I was trying to divine the occasion of his good humour. I felt perplexed, I didn't know whether it were not a proper opportunity to offer a bit of admonition. I don't think it right to wander out of doors, I observed, instead of being in bed. It is not wise at any rate this moist season. I dare say you'll catch a bad cold or a fever. You have something the matter with you now. Nothing but what I can bear, he replied, and with the greatest pleasure provided you'll leave me alone. Get in and don't annoy me. I obeyed, and in passing, I noticed he breathed as fast as a cat. Yes, I reflected to myself, we shall have a fit of illness, I cannot conceive what he has been doing. That noon he sat down to dinner with us, and received a heaped up plate from my hands, as if he intended to make amends for previous fasting. I've neither cold nor fever, Nellie. He remarked, in allusion to my morning speech, and I'm ready to do justice to the food you give me. He took his knife and fork, and was going to commence eating, when the inclination appeared to become suddenly extinct. He laid them on the table, looked eagerly towards the window, then rose, and went out. We saw him walking to and fro in the garden, while we concluded our meal, and Earnshaw said he'd go and ask why he would not dine. He thought we had grieved him some way. Well, is he coming? cried Catherine, when her cousin returned. Nay, he answered. But he's not angry. He seemed rarely pleased indeed, only I made him impatient by speaking to him twice, and then he bid me be off to you. He wondered how I could want the company of anybody else. I set his plate to keep warm on the fender, and after an hour or two he re-entered, when the room was clear, in no degree calmer, the same unnatural. It was unnatural, appearance of joy under his black brows, the same bloodless hue, and his teeth visible, now and then, in a kind of smile, his frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates, a strong thrilling rather than trembling. I will ask what is the matter, I thought, or who should, and I exclaimed, Have you heard any good news, Mr. Heathcliff? You look uncommonly animated. Where should good news come from to me? He said. I'm animated with hunger, and seemingly I must not eat. Your dinner is here, I returned. Why won't you get it? I don't want it now. He muttered hastily. I'll wait till supper, and Nelly, once for all, let me beg you to warn Herton and the other away from me. I wish to be troubled by nobody. I wish to have this place to myself. Is there some new reason for this banishment? I inquired. Tell me why you are so queer, Mr. Heathcliff. Where were you last night? I'm not putting the question through idle curiosity, but— You are putting the question through very idle curiosity. He interrupted with a laugh. Yet I'll answer it. Last night I was on the threshold of hell. Today I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it, hardly three feet to sever me, and now you'd better go. You'll neither see nor hear anything to frighten you if you refrain from prying. Having swept the hearth and wiped the table, I departed, more perplexed than ever. He did not quit the house again that afternoon, and no one intruded on his solitude, till at eight o'clock I deemed it proper, though one summoned to carry a candle and his supper to him. He was leaning against the ledge of an open lattice, but not looking out. His face was turned to the interior gloom. The fire had smoldered to ashes, the room was filled with the damp, mild air of the cloudy evening, and so still that not only the murmur of the beck down-gimmetin was distinguishable, but its ripples and its gurgling over the pebbles, or through the large stones which it could not cover. I uttered an ejaculation of discontent at seeing the dismal grate, and commenced shutting the casements one after another, till I came to his. Must I close this, I asked, in order to rouse him, for he would not stir. The light flashed on his features as I spoke. Oh, Mr. Lockwood, I cannot express what a terrible start I got by the momentary view, those deep black eyes, that smile and ghastly paleness. It appeared to me, not Mr. Heathcliff, but a goblin, and in my terror I let the candle bend towards the wall, and it left me in darkness. Yes, close it. He replied, in his familiar voice. There, that is pure awkwardness. Why did you hold the candle horizontally? Be quick, and bring another. I hurried out in a foolish state of dread, and said to Joseph, the master wishes you to take him alight, and rekindle the fire, for I dared not go in myself again just then.  We heard him mount the stairs directly. He did not proceed to his ordinary chamber, but turned into that with the panelled bed. Its window, as I mentioned before, is wide enough for anybody to get through, and it struck me that he plotted another midnight excursion, of which he had rather we had no suspicion. Is he a ghoul, or a vampire? I amused. I had read of such hideous incarnate demons, and then I set myself to reflect how I had tended him in infancy, and watched him grow to youth, and followed him almost through his whole course, and what absurd nonsense it was to yield to that sense of horror. But where did he come from, the little dark thing, harboured by a good man to his bane? muttered superstition as I dozed into unconsciousness. And I began, half-dreaming, to weary myself with imagining some fit parentage for him, and repeating my waking meditations, I tracked his existence over again, with grim variations, at last picturing his death and funeral, of which all I can remember is, being exceedingly vexed at having the task of dictating an inscription for his monument, and consulting the sexton about it, and, as he had no surname, and we could not tell his age, we were obliged to content ourselves with the single word, heath-cliff. That came true, we were. If you enter the kirkyard, you'll read, on his headstone, only that, and the date of his death. Dawn restored me to common sense, I rose and went into the garden, as soon as I could see, to ascertain if there were any footmarks under his window. There were none. He has stayed at home, I thought, and he'll be all right today. I prepared breakfast for the household, as was my usual custom, but told Heriton and Catherine to get theirs ere the master came down, for he lay late. They preferred taking it out of doors, under the trees, and I set a little table to accommodate them. On my re-entrance I found Mr. Heathcliff below. He and Jorseth were conversing about some farming business. He gave clear, minute directions concerning the matter discussed, but he spoke rapidly, and turned his head continually aside, and had the same excited expression, even more exaggerated. When Jorseth quitted the room, he took his seat in the place he generally chose, and I put a basin of coffee before him. He drew it nearer, and then rested his arms on the table, and looked at the opposite wall, as I supposed surveying one particular portion, up and down, with glittering, restless eyes, and with such eager interest that he stopped breathing during half a minute together. Come now, I exclaimed, pushing some bread against his hand. Eat and drink that, while it is hot. It has been waiting near an hour. He didn't notice me, and yet he smiled. I'd rather have seen him gnash his teeth than smile so. Mr. Heathcliff, Master, I cried, Don't, for God's sake, stare as if you saw an unearthly vision. Don't, for God's sake, shout so loud. He replied, Turn round and tell me, are we by ourselves? Of course, was my answer. Of course we are. Still I involuntarily obeyed him, as if I was not quite sure. With a sweep of his hand he cleared a vacant space in front, among the breakfast things, and leaned forward to gaze more at his ease. Now I perceived he was not looking at the wall, for when I regarded him alone, it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards' distance, never at walls, it communicated, apparently, both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes. At least the anguished yet raptured expression of his countenance suggested that idea. The fancied object was not fixed either, his eyes pursued it with unwirried diligence, and, even in speaking to me, were never weaned away. I vainly reminded him of his protracted absence from food, if he stirred to touch anything in compliance with my entreaties, if he stretched his hand out to get a piece of bread, his fingers clenched before they reached it, and remained on the table, forgetful of their aim. I sat, a model of patience, trying to attract his absorbed attention from its engrossing speculation, till he grew irritable, and got up, asking why I would not allow him to have his own time in taking his meals, and saying that on the next occasion I needn't wait, I might set the things down and go. Having uttered these words he left the house slowly sauntered down the garden path, and disappeared through the gate. The hours crept anxiously by, another evening came, I did not retire to rest till late, and when I did I could not sleep. He returned after midnight, and instead of going to bed, shut himself into the room beneath. I listened and tossed about, and finally dressed and descended.  I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan. He mottered detached words also, the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering, and spoken as one would speak to a person present, low and earnest, and wrong from the depth of his soul. I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment, but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately and said, Nellie, come here, is it morning? Come in with your light. It is striking fall, I answered. You want a candle to take upstairs? You might have lit one at this fire. No, I don't wish to go upstairs. He said, Come in and kindle me a fire and do anything there is to do about the room. I must blow the coals red first before I can carry any, I replied, getting a chair in the bellows. He roamed to and fro, meantime, in a state approaching distraction, his heavy sighs succeeding each other so thick as to leave no space for common breathing between. When day breaks I'll send for green. He said, I wish to make some legal inquiries of him while I can bestow a thought on those matters, and while I can act calmly. I have not written my will yet, and how to leave my property I cannot determine. I wish I could annihilate it from the face of the earth. I would not talk so, Mr. Heathcliff, I interposed. Let your will be a while. You'll be spared to repent of your many injustices yet. I never expected that your nerves would be disordered. They are at present marvellously so, however, and almost entirely through your own faults. The way you've passed these three last days might knock up a titan. Do take some food and some repose. You need only look at yourself in a glass to see how you require both.  It is not my fault that I cannot eat or rest. He replied, I assure you it is through no settled designs. I'll do both as soon as I possibly can. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water rest within arm's length of the shore. I must reach it first, and then I'll rest. Well, never mind, Mr. Green. As to repenting of my injustices, I've done no injustice and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy, and yet I'm not happy enough. My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself. Happy, Master! I cried. Strange happiness! If you would hear me without being angry, I might offer some advice that would make you happier. What is that? He asked. Give it.  You must have forgotten the contents of the book and you may not have space to search it now. Could it be hurtful to send for someone, some minister of any denomination, it does not matter which, to explain it and show you how very far you have aired from its precepts and how unfit you will be for its heaven unless a change takes place before you die? I'm rather obliged than angry, Nellie. He said. For you remind me of the manner in which I desire to be buried. It is to be carried to the churchyard in the evening. You and Herotin may, if you please, accompany me and mind particularly to notice that the sexton obeys my directions concerning the two coffins. No minister need come, nor need anything be said over me. I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me. And supposing you persevered in your obstinate fast and died by that means and they refused to bury you in the precincts of the Kirk, I said, shocked at his godless indifference, how would you like it? They won't do that, he replied. If they did you must have me removed secretly and if you neglect it you shall prove practically that the dead are not annihilated. As soon as he heard the other members of the family stirring he retired to his den and I breathed freer. But in the afternoon while Joseph and Herotin were at their work he came into the kitchen again and, with a wild look, bid me come and sit in the house. He wanted somebody with him. I declined telling him plainly that his strange talk and manner frightened me and I had neither the nerve nor the will to be his companion alone. I believe you think me a fiend. He said with his dismal laugh something too horrible to live under a decent roof. Then turning to Catherine who was there and who drew behind me at his approach he added half sneeringly. Will you come, Chuck? I'll not hurt you. No, to you I've made myself worse than the devil. Well, there is one who won't shrink from my company. By God, she's relentless.  It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear. Even mine. He solicited the society of no one more. At dusk he went into his chamber. Through the whole night and far into the morning we heard him groaning and murmuring to himself. Herotin was anxious to enter but I bid him fetch Mr. Kenneth and he should go in and see him. When he came and I requested admittance and tried to open the door I found it locked and Heathcliff bid our speed damned. He was better and would be left alone, so the doctor went away. The following evening was very wet indeed it poured down till day dawn and as I took my morning walk round the house I observed the master's window swinging open and the rain driving straight in. He cannot be in bed I thought though showers would wrench him through he must either be up or out but I'll make no more ado I'll go boldly and look. Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key I ran to unclose the panels for the chamber was vacant quickly pushing them aside I peeped in. Mr. Heathcliff was there laid on his back his eyes met mine so keen and fierce I started and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead but his face and throat were washed with rain the bedclothes dripped and he was perfectly still the ladders flapping to and fro had grazed one hand that rested on the sill no blood trickled from the broken skin and when I put my fingers to it I could doubt no more he was dead and stark I hasped the window I combed his black long hair from his forehead I tried to close his eyes to extinguish if possible that frightful life-like gaze of exaltation before anyone else beheld it they would not shut they seemed to sneer at my attempts and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too taken with another fit of cowardice I cried out for Joseph Joseph shuffled up and made a noise but resolutely refused to meddle with him the devil's hurried off his soul he cried and he may have his carcass into the bargain for ought I care eh, what a wicked earn he looks yearning at death and the old sinner grinned in mockery I thought he intended to cut a caper round the bed but suddenly composing himself he fell on his knees and raised his hands and returned thanks that the lawful master and the ancient stock were restored to their rights I felt stunned by the awful event and my memory unavoidably recurred to former times with a sort of oppressive sadness but poor Heraton, the most wronged was the only one who really suffered much he sat by the corpse all night weeping in bitter earnest he pressed its hand and kissed the sarcastic savage face that everyone else shrank from contemplating and bemoaned him with that strong grief which springs naturally from a generous heart though it be tough as tempered steel Mr. Kenneth was perplexed to pronounce of what disorder the master died I concealed the fact of his having swallowed nothing for four days fearing it might lead to trouble and then I am persuaded he did not abstain on purpose it was the consequence of his strange illness not the cause we buried him to the scandal of the whole neighbourhood as he wished Ernshaw and I, the sexton and six men to carry the coffin comprehended the whole attendance the six men departed when they had let it down into the grave we stayed to see it covered Heraton with a streaming face dug green sods and laid them over the brown mould himself at present it is as smooth and verdant as its companion mounds and I hope its tenant sleeps as soundly but the country forks if you ask them would swear on the Bible that he walks there are those who speak to having met him near the church and on the moor and even within this house idle tales you'll say and so say I yet that old man by the kitchen fire at firms he has seen two on him looking out of his chamber window on every rainy night since his death and an old thing happened to me about a month ago I was going to the Grange one evening a dark evening threatening thunder and just at the turn of the heights I encountered a little boy with a sheep and two lambs before him he was crying terribly and I suppose the lambs were skittish and would not be guided it's the matter my little man I asked there's Heathcliff in a woman yonder and at nab he blubbered and I dare not pass him I saw nothing but neither the sheep nor he would go on so I bid him take the road lower down he probably raised the phantoms from thinking as he traversed the moors alone on the nonsense he had heard his parents and companions repeat yet still I don't like being out in the dark now I don't like being left by myself in this grim house I cannot help it I shall be glad when they leave it and shift to the Grange they are going to the Grange then I said yes answered Mrs. Dean as soon as they are married and that will be on New Year's Day and who will live here then? why, Joseph will take care of the house and perhaps a lad to keep him company they will live in the kitchen and the rest will be shot up the ghosts has choose to inhabit it, I observed no Mr. Lockwood said Nelly, shaking her head I believe the dead are at peace but it is not right to speak of them with levity at that moment the garden gate swung to the ramblers were returning they are afraid of nothing, I grumbled watching their approach through the window together they would brave Satan and all his legions as they stepped onto the doorstones and halted to take a last look at the moon correctly at each other by her light I felt irresistibly impelled to escape them again and pressing a remembrance into the hand of Mrs. Dean and disregarding her expostulations at my rudeness I vanished through the kitchen as they opened the house door and so should have confirmed Joseph in his opinion of his fellow servant's gay indiscretions had he not fortunately recognised me for a respectable character by the sweet ring of a sovereign at his feet my walk home was lengthened by a diversion in the direction of the Kirk and beneath its walls I perceived decay had made progress even in seven months many a window showed black gaps deprived of glass and slates jotted off here and there beyond the right line of the roof to be gradually worked off in coming autumn storms I sought and soon discovered the three headstones on the slope next to the moor the middle one grey and half buried in the heath Edgar Linton's only harmonised by the turf and moss creeping up its foot heath lifts still bare I lingered round them under that benign sky watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hair-bells listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth


Hello people of the internet, my name is Johnny and welcome back to another video on FNAF Security Breach. We just repaired Freddy, and now we have to go to Monty Golf, and we have to give our party pass to one of the staff bots there. Now, how we get to Monty Golf, that is a very, very good question. Ooh, look at this area! Dude, this is so cool. Also, Freddy, your power goes down so, so quick. Exit to Atrium. Hey. Alright, so I think we're going the right way. Let's charge you up, actually, cause dude, your power goes down so fast. There we go. And now it's 4 AM, and let's make our way over... Game. Game. Game. Let's make our way over to Monty Golf. Woooo! No way! The Freddy and friends on tour characters. That's so interesting. Alright. And now, here we are. Hello. Um, let's make our way to Monty Golf, which is down... This way. Whoa! Ah, damn it. No, dude, I thought I had to give you the pass. Is that not what I do? Oh. I wasn't even in Monty's Gato Golf yet. Oh, dude, look at these! Yo! Okay, so you scanned my pass. Uh, Freddy, let's chill out, cause your battery's going down real quick. What is this down here? Alright, can't go in there. Yo, what? So that's Kid's Cove. Can I go out? And this is level two. Okay. Band. Wait, what? Oh, secret secret. I love just walking around. Like, this place is huge. What is this place? I feel like I shouldn't be here. Chica's Cakes. I like to have a bit of Chica's Cakes. I feel like I definitely should not be doing this. But this place is so cool, dude. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, dude, I just want to look around. Ooh, a present for me. A Chica Magnet. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome. I'll put her right next to my Mr. Hippo Magnet. Dude, it's like a cake bakery. This is crazy. Ooh, nice bathrooms. Okay, and what's in here? Whoa. Is that the Golden Cupcake? No room, no dessert. Oh, no room for dessert. I feel like I definitely should not be around here. Uh, I'm just here to look around. The Purple Fan from FNAF 4. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, shoot. Okay. Is there even anything that I want in here? I have no clue. Ooh, there is. What is it? Let me, let me, come on. Don't look at me. What am I supposed to do? Monty Magnet. Okay. I think I'm just going to go actually. I think I've had enough of Chica's cake for now. It does say let's eat, and I like that. I also like Carl being back.  The Daycare. Oh, I'm actually banned. That is actually so sad. Ooh, ooh, let me in. Moonflush. I swear I had that. It might have been the Sunflush though. All right. And this is Kids Cove. Hey, Foxy. Good to have you in the game, dude. Let's go, dude. All right. Now, let's actually go into Monty's Gator Golf. All right. Yes. I think that's everything. All right, dude. Let's do it. You good? What? What? Where'd he go? Okay. Well, at least we can go. Well, I'm coming in right now. Okay. That's crazy. Whoa. What is that sound? Oh my God. What the heck? That's crazy. Whoa. Oh my God. This is so cool. I love this. Oh, no, I don't love you. All right. Monty's Gator Golf Course. Can I actually play? I'm assuming I need to dodge you guys, as always. Well, I'm not so good at that. Now am I. Oh God. Whoa. Okay. There's a lot. You probably will. You probably will, dude. Oh, the whole in one hurricane. Snuck past him. Oh my God. There's so many bots, dude. That's so loud, dude. Oh my gosh. All right. Stay clear of this, dude. All right. Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa. So here's the stage. And I need to get to somewhere. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, from where? Oh my God. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't even see him. I don't even see him. This is crazy. This place is massive. I don't really know where I'm. Dude, he actually pounced on you. That's insane. Also, my save is so far away. I think right. I've used Freddie to get into the back of the bakery. Got a new thing. What's it say? Why is Montegulf a arcade arcade in the mini golf course? It makes absolutely no sense. It seems to work. Okay. Otherwise, that's what I came here for.  All right. Can't go in there. What the heck is that? That's that's so weird. All right. Well, this place was kind of pointless. I guess I do need to get this still. All right. I think that's everything in there. Thanks, Freddie. Now I'm going to save because oh my God. I do not want to do all of that all over again. Still don't really know where I'm supposed to be going. Let's hide in here.  Hey, I'll try for ready because I don't really want that either. Okay. Can't go in there. Oh, that's the security office. Let's not go in there just yet. I can't go in there. Whoa. Okay. Let's save. Wow. This is a lot of steam. Oh, hello. Awesome. I'll take that. Oh, whoa. Hey, hey, where the heck he'll never find me. I told you he'd never find me. Oh, God. Did he go in there? I need to go in there. Okay, Freddie. I am blind. I can't actually see. I need this though. It's a lower maybe probably. Okay. That as well as frames would be nice as well. Jesus. Freddie, I wish I could see. Can I leave? Yes. Oh, oh. Oh, no. All right. Let's we need to get out of here, dude. So let's do just that. Can I go in here? I really want to. Let's go. Oh, my gosh. Look at this place. This is crazy. I see. Oh, my God. Okay. That was genuine. Jesus. All right. Let's go. Let's go. Let's get out of here. This is not at all where I thought I would be. Bye. All right. I think we're safe behind the maze. I still can't find what is making the clanging noise in the AC system. Fifth visit this week.  Oh, I think I think I might know what's in some vents. Could it be music man? I could get to the catwalks over at Gator golf and take a look. Maybe someone who works in major size knows how. So I need to go to major size to get to the catwalks in Monty golf. Oh, my God, do this danger everywhere. All right. That's the exit right up there. Me out of here, dude.  I'm not even going to ask. I'm not. I'm just getting out here. Let's head over to major size now. Good gosh. Monty's Gator golf course was freaking incredible. But oh my gosh, so terrifying. All right, let's get out of Monty Gator golf. And I think major size is directly above us. So let's actually go this way and go upstairs right here. And I think is this it? Absolutely not. All right, cool. Oh, I need to go up, up. Okay, that's going to be a bit difficult. So major size. Yeah, right down here past L chip. Where are you going? Dude, where are you going? Uh, I'm going to go this way. Okay. All right, major size. Can I even get in here though? Apparently I can. All right, cool. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. All right, let's just go in. We got to go. Who are you? That's great. That's not Andy.  All right. Well, let's have a look. Oh, okay. Okay. What's in here? These buttons change the maze. I wonder what the right combination is. They change the what now? It's actually a maze. Oh, splendid. Splendid. Job security. Where is everyone? Leo was the only one who had a copy of the maze control key, so I need to find Leo. But I haven't seen him for months. All right, I'm not going to find Leo. Maybe that creepy bot knows where the key is. Leo was supposed to train it to work the maze. Instead, he tricked the bot into doing busy work under the daycare theater. Uh-oh, I'm banned from the daycare. I'll check after all the staff meeting tonight. Lost child? Don't get lost yourself. Stay in place and wait for help. I feel like that's not going to work this time. Okay. I believe there is a control panel for the maze around here. Yeah, so I need to find... Wait, does he want me to go back to the control panel? All right. So how do I... How do I do... How do I do... I'm banned. Freddie, I can't. I'm actually banned. All right. Well, let's go to the daycare theater then. I actually forget how to get to the daycare theater. Um... So this might be a bit of a problem. Fried treats, huh? Drinks. Burgers. I think I need to go down a level to get to the daycare. The only problem I have with the, uh... Mall so far, the mega pizza flex, is that it's a mega pizza flex. Sometimes I just don't know where the heck I'm supposed to be going. Here we go. The daycare. Um... Superstar daycare. But I'm banned. All right. Here we are. The daycare. So... Can I... But I'm banned. Whoa! Ah, shoot. Wait, don't actually... Oh, thank God.  So where is this theater? Oh, is that it? Oh, that might be it up there. Or down here. This is the theater. Wow! Hey, Fez, uh, Freddy and Friends. Distraction.  Oh, God. Oh my God, there's so much. Oh, Freddy. Whoa, what's this? That's interesting. So now we're underneath... All right, Freddy. Now we're underneath the, uh... The thing. Here, let's get this. I did see another one of these upstairs. The answer. Move blue to the corner. You should... Oh, okay. So they're gonna be spread around in the, in the bags. Ooh, look at the, uh, the teasers. The Scott Games teasers, Jesus. All right, you guys are inactive though, right? I don't have to worry about you. I think, hopefully, please and thank you. Okay. Hey, Freddy. Getting all ready for the big show, huh? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Uh, wow. This is a big area. Let's get this. Let's save. Ooh. All right, that's exactly what I needed. So now, we can go back to... Mazer size. I'm just looking for secrets. Um, again, a lot of Cursor Dreadbear stuff. A lot of Cursor Dreadbear. Oh, not this again! Not this again! Dude. Well, luckily, I saved. Because I do think I'm dead here. Oh, oh yeah, I'm totally dead.  So now that we know what's gonna happen, let's just run! Oh, God, stop! All of you, stop! All of you, stop! I said stop, you're not stopping. All of you have to stop. I said stop. Freddy, goddammit, you just waving son of a gun. Why is my hand blue? There we go. Stop moving. All of you. Geez. Please just let me get this. Let's all go to the lobby and get ourselves a treat. Okay. Sure, we can do that. Uh. Oh, that's not good. Freddy, Freddy, Freddy, Freddy, Freddy! Freddy! That wasn't Freddy, that was Monty. Captain Foxy's pirate adventure. That's the name of the... of the whatchamacallit. The actual, uh... I can't think of the name, the ride, the ride. In Help Wanted, Jesus. I do love this though. Let's all go to the lobby and get some treats. Can I just get Freddy? Freddy! Freddy! There he is. Thank you. All right, let's get going, dude. Uh, I also want to read... Oh, his battery's low. Uh, BB World Game has been acting me up. Customers have complained that it starts to glitch out. Oh, my God. What?!  Wait, Freddy's my friend. Let's wait. Once he leaves... Now. Ooh, okay. I think, I think we're good. So let's just go back to Maze. Punch in the code. Get in the vents. Go to the catwalk. Dude. This game is huge. It's still blowing my mind how huge this game is. Back in. Let's go punch in the code. Which, hopefully, it won't actually make me do a puzzle, because I really don't want to do a puzzle right now. Uh, boop boop boop. Did I do it? Defeat Monty and take his claws. Oh, my God. I actually do have to fight Monty. And I'm stealing his hands, basically, as well. All right. Let's do it. Oh, okay. No, never mind. Not good. Ooh, please don't tell me you saw me. Oh, thank you. I love you, Chica. Thank you so much. All right. Let's find this vent. Are you? Wait, how do I? Wait, what? I'm just pushing stuff. Okay. So that's the vent and there's something blocking the vent. Okay. Uh, dude, I'm so confused. I'm just spamming buttons. Uh, okay. So you can't get in there. Let's try number two. You still can't get in there. Okay. Let's try number three or four. I pushed four instead. Hey, one of these times I push this God dang button. It's going to work. One of these times at some point down the line anytime now. Oh, wait. Did I do it?  Dude, I've been trying this for so goddamn long. Oh my God. But never, ever, ever do that to me ever again video game. I'm going back and I'm saving right God dang meow meow. All right, Monty. I'm coming for you.  Uh, once they load in, we'll go to the catwalks. Oh, no. Oh, I thought that was the God dang music, man. Dude, here we go. Let's save because this is probably the big boss fight. Oh, uh, what the heck? Do I have to shoot these? No. Oh, wait. Whoa. Can I cut your eye, dude? I'm assuming not. They changed it in the trailer. He's not that, you know, broken.  Uh, what do I do? Whoa, whoa. Uh, do I shoot him? I can't. Uh, uh, what do I do? How am I supposed to fight him? Oh God. He's Monty chill, Monty chill. What's this? Oh God. Uh, I'm just going to run. Oh, uh, I can't use this. There we go. What do I use this for? Not that. Oh, I did something. I don't know if that's what I'm supposed to do, but I did something. I don't know where he is. Oh my God. Whoa, that's not fair. Oh, I'm so dead. Oh my God. Whoa. All right. Let's try and use this. Oh, no, get. Oh gosh. Stop. Let me use it. I don't shoot him. You're telling me I don't shoot him? Monty, I thought he was stuck. Do I shoot this? I feel like I did, but it didn't do anything. Is that doing something? He was smashing the turret. Oh God. Where the heck are you going? All right. Well, I'm going to keep shooting this then. If it would let me, I think it's filling up that meter. I think if I keep shooting at that, I can fill it up or something. I don't know why I need to do that. Oh God. Okay. Oh, over there. Okay. Oh my God.  You're so fast. Come on. All right. He's right there. Let's run. No clue. He's right here. He's actually going away. Okay. All right. There we go. There we go. Oh God. Oh God. This is very intense. This is the awesome boss battle. I love this. Here, let's use this. Oh, so far away. Am I even doing that? I don't think I got even one. Oh, never mind. Okay. Okay. Let's run this way. Let's go. Even though. Oh my God. He's right there. This is it. Come on. Flash bucket. How do I do that? Oh my God. Button, button. Oh, button. Right here. Oh, dump the water, dude. Dump it. Oh, it's not water. It's. Oh my God. I feel bad. Are you kidding me? I like, I basically killed Monty. That was insane. Wait, they didn't alert anybody. Cause they don't have anybody to alert. Oh my God. I killed Monty. Jesus. All right. Well, uh, I guess we should get out of here. Well, I think that's going to do it for this episode. Probably another very long one. Um, but wow, that boss fight. That's insane. I, I'm curious to see if Monty's actually defeated or if he's going to keep coming back. I have a feeling we're not done with him. Though what is done is my voice because episode two to whatever this episode is, cause honestly, I've been recording all day. I've lost count. Uh, I've lost count. What episode this is, this is, but I've recorded so many videos today and my voice is going. So I think that's going to do it for, for this batch of recording sessions. I'm having so much fun with this game. I absolutely love it. I love just walking around is incredible. Exploring, seeing all the different rooms and attractions and also all the animatronics, they're awesome. But that's going to do it for this episode and I'll see you all on the flip side. Goodbye.