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To obviate the danger of this threat being fulfilled, Mr Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early, on Catherine's pony; and, said he: `As we shall now have no influence over his destiny, good or bad, you must say nothing of where he is gone, to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter, and it is better for her to remain in ignorance of his proximity;lest she should be restless, and anxious to visit the Heights.Merely tell her his father sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us.'

Linton was very reluctant to be roused from his bed at five o'clock, and astonished to be informed that he must prepare for further travelling;but I softened off the matter by stating that he was going to spend some time with his father, Mr Heathcliff, who wished to see him so much, he did not like to defer the pleasure till he should recover from his late journey.

`My father!' he cried, in strange perplexity.`Mamma never told me I had a father.Where does he live? I'd rather stay with uncle.'

`He lives a little distance from the Grange,' I replied; `just beyond those hills: not so far, but you may walk over here when you get hearty.And you should be glad to go home, and to see him.You must try to love him, as you did your mother, and then he will love you.'

`But why have I not heard of him before?' asked Linton.`Why didn't mamma and he live together, as other people do?'

`He had business to keep him in the north,' I answered, `and your mother's health required her to reside in the south.'

`And why didn't mamma speak to me about him?' persevered the child.

`She often talked of uncle, and I learnt to love him long ago.How am Ito love papa? I don't know him.'

`Oh, all children love their parents,' I said.`Your mother, perhaps, thought you would want to be with him if she mentioned him often to you.

Let us make haste.An early ride on such a beautiful morning is much preferable to an hour's more sleep.

`Is she to go with us,' he demanded: `the little girl Isaw yesterday?' replied I.

`Is uncle?' he continued.

`No, I shall be your companion there,' I said.

Linton sank back on his pillow and fell into a brown study.

`I won't go without uncle,' he cried at length: `I can't tell where you mean to take me.'

I attempted to persuade him of the naughtiness of showing reluctance to meet his father; still he obstinately resisted any progress towards dressing, and I had to call for my master's assistance in coaxing him out of bed.The poor thing was finally got off, with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short; that Mr Edgar and Cathy would visit him, and other promises, equally ill-founded, which I invented and reiterated at intervals throughout the way.The pure heather-scented air, and the bright sunshine, and the gentle canter of Minny, relieved his despondency after a while.He began to put questions concerning his new home, and its inhabitants, with greater interest and liveliness.

`Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant a place as Thrushcross Grange?'

he inquired, turning to take a last glance into the valley, whence a light mist mounted and formed a fleecy cloud on the skirts of the blue.

`It is not so buried in trees,' I replied, `and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully all round; and the air is healthier for you--fresher and dryer.You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark at first; though it is a respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood.And you will have such nice rambles on the moors.

Hareton Earnshaw--that is Miss Cathy's other cousin, and so yours in a manner--will show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills.'

`And what is my father like?' he asked.`Is he as young and handsome as uncle?'

`He's as young,' said I; `but he has black hair and eyes, and looks sterner; and he is taller and bigger altogether.He'll not seem to you so gentle and kind at first, perhaps, because it is not his way: still, mind you, be frank and cordial with him; and naturally he'll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own.'

`Black hair and eyes!' mused Linton.`I can't fancy him.Then I am not like him, am I?'

`Not much,' I answered: not a morsel, I thought, surveying with regret the white complexion and slim frame of my companion, and his large languid eyes--his mother's eyes, save that, unless a morbid touchiness kindled them a moment, they had not a vestige of her sparkling spirit.

`How strange that he should never come to see mamma and me!' he murmured.`Has he ever seen me? If he have, I must have been a baby.Iremember not a single thing about him!'

`Why, Master Linton,' said I, `three hundred miles is a great distance; and ten years seem very different in length to a grown-up person compared with what they do to you.It is probable Mr Heathcliff proposed going from summer to summer, but never found a convenient opportunity;and now it is too late.Don't trouble him with questions on the subject:

it will disturb him, for no good.'

The boy was fully occupied with his own cogitations for the remainder of the ride, till we halted before the farmhouse garden gate.I watched to catch his impressions in his countenance.He surveyed the carved front and low-browed lattices, the straggling gooseberry bushes and crooked firs, with solemn intentness, and then shook his head: his private feelings entirely disapproved of the exterior of his new abode.But he had sense to postpone complaining: there might be compensation within.Before he dismounted, I went and opened the door.It was half past six; the family had just finished breakfast; the servant was clearing and wiping down the table.Joseph stood by his master's chair telling some tale concerning a lame horse; and Hareton was preparing for the hay field.