Wuthering Heights Page #3

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The dots are for the days

you've spent with me.

You see?

I've marked every day.

Hmm.

Very foolish.

As if I took notice.

Where's the sense in that?

To show that I do take notice.

Oh, I see.

Should I always

be sitting with you?

You might be dumb

for anything

you say to amuse me.

You never told me before

that I talk too little.

Or that you disliked

my company, Cathy.

That's no company at all,

when people know nothing

and say nothing.

It's so lovely to see you.

Come in.

Nelly.

Oh, Cathy.

I thought you were Frances,

risen from the dead.

Nelly, will you keep

a secret for me?

Oh, is it

worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton

asked me...

to marry him.

Oh... Well...

How should I answer?

Well, really, Miss Cathy,

how should I know?

I accepted him.

Cathy...

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Um, of course I do.

Of course.

I can't help it.

Why do you love him, Cathy?

Uh, because he's handsome

and pleasant to be with.

Bad.

Because, um... he's young

and cheerfuI.

Bad, still.

And because he'll be rich.

And I shall be the greatest

woman of the neighborhood.

Cathy.

Is that what you really want?

Well, marry Mr. Edgar then.

Where's your obstacle?

Here.

In my souI and in my heart,

I'm convinced I'm wrong.

And if my brother had

not put Heathcliff

so low,

I shouldn't have thought of it.

It would degrade me

to marry Heathcliff now.

So he...

he'll never know I love him.

My great miseries in this world

have been Heathcliff's miseries.

And I watched...

and felt each...

from the beginning.

My love for Linton is like...

like foliage in the woods.

Time will change it...

as winter changes the trees.

I love Heathcliff.

He's the...

He's like the...

eternaI rocks beneath.

A... A source of literaI,

visible delight...

but necessary.

Nelly...

I am Heathcliff.

Shh.

Why?

It's Joseph,

and Heathcliff

might be with him.

In fact, I'm not sure he wasn't

here earlier.

Young deviI of a gypsy

gets worse and worse.

He's left the gate open

and took off

across the moors.

No.

Go and look for him.

Call him back.

What?

Now, go after him.

Do you think he heard?

I think he heard something.

What?

What did I say?

I think he heard up untiI

the bit where you said

it would degrade you

to marry him.

Oh...

Heathcliff!

Cathy!

Heathcliff.

Please, come in, Miss Cathy.

Oh, my God, I lost him.

- Cathy!

- I lost him!

Heathcliff...

Heathcliff!

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my souI.

The Heathcliff of her childhood

disappeared forever that night.

She could not find him.

As she recovered,

she waited for his return...

but he did not come.

And eventually,

Cathy turned away from her

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