洛克伍德先生造访呼啸山庄(1)

Chapter 1 Mr Lockwood visits Wuthering Heights 1801 I have just returned from a visit to my landlord, Mr Heathcliff.

I am delighted with the house I am renting from him. Thrushcross Grange is miles away from any town or village. That suits me perfectly.

And the scenery here in Yorkshire is so beautiful! Mr Heathcliff, in fact, is my only neighbour, and I think his character is similar to mine.

He does not like people either. My name is Lockwood, I said, when I met him at the gate to his house.

I'm renting Thrushcross Grange from you. I just wanted to come and introduce myself. He said nothing, but frowned, and did not encourage me to enter.

After a while, however, he decided to invite me in. Joseph, take Mr Lock wood's horse! he called. And bring up some wine from the cellar!

Joseph was a very old servant, with a sour expression on his face. He looked crossly up at me as he took my horse.

God help us! A visitor! he muttered to himself. Perhaps there were no other servants, I thought.

And it seemed that Mr Heathcliff hardly ever received guests. His house is called Wuthering Heights.

The name means a windswept house on a hill , and it is a very good description. The trees around the house do not grow straight, but are bent by the north wind, which blows over the moors every day of the year.