洛克伍德先生造访呼啸山庄(5)

Wrong again, Mr Lockwood, 'said Mr Heathcliff. No, her husband, my son, is dead. This, he added, looking scornfully at the young man, is certainly not my son.

My name is Hareton Earnshaw, growled the young man. We finished our meal in silence, and when I looked out of the window, all I could see was darkness and snow.

I don't think I can get home without a guide, I said politely. No one answered me. I turned to the woman.

Mrs Heathcliff, I begged, What can I do? Please help me! Take the road you came on, 'she replied without interest, opening a book. That's the best advice I can give.

Mr Heathcliff, I'll have to stay here for the night! I told him. I hope that will teach you not to walk over the moors in bad weather,

he answered. I don't keep guest bedrooms. You can share a bed with Hareton or Joseph. I was so angry with them all that I could not stay there a moment longer, and rushed out into the darkness.

I saw Joseph by the back door, caught hold of the lamp he was carrying, and ran with it to the gate. But the dogs chased after me and attacked me, and I was soon knocked to the ground.

Heathcliff and Hareton stood at the door, laughing, as I shouted at the dogs and tried to get up. In the end I was again rescued by the housekeeper, Zillah, who ordered away the dogs and helped me to my feet.

I was so bruised and exhausted that I did not feel strong enough to walk home, and although I did not want to, I had to spend the night at Wuthering Heights.

Nobody wished me goodnight, as Zillah took me upstairs to find a bed for me.