05-03-呼啸山庄 [1]
stranger with them．They're dangerous．’
‘Come，come，Mr Lockwood．Have some wine．We don't often have strangers here，and I'm afraid neither I nor my dogs are used to receiving them．’
I could not feel offended after this，and accepted the wine．We sat drinking and talking together for a while．I suggested visiting him tomorrow．He did not seem eager to see me again，but I shall go anyway.I am interested in him，even if he isn't interested in me.
* * *
Two days later Yesterday afternoon was misty and bitterly cold，but I walked the four miles to Wuthering Heights and arrived just as it was beginning to snow. I banged on the front door for ten minutes，getting colder and colder.Finally Joseph's head appeared at a window of one of the farm buildings．
‘What do you want？’he growled．
‘Could you let me in？’I asked desperately．
He shook his head．‘There's only Mrs Heathcliff indoors，and she won't open the door to you．’
Just then a young man appeared and called me to follow him．We went through the back door and into the big room where I had been before．I was delighted to see a warm fire and a table full of food．And this time there was a woman sitting by the fire．She must be Mrs Heathcliff，I thought．I had not imagined my landlord was married. She looked at me coldly without saying anything．
‘Terrible weather！’I remarked．There was silence．
‘What a beautiful animal！’I tried again，pointing to one of the dogs that had attacked me．She still said nothing，but got up to make the tea．She was only about seventeen，with the most beautiful little face I had ever seen．Her golden wavy hair fell around her shoulders．
‘Have you been invited to tea？'she asked me crossly．
‘No，but you are the proper person to invite me，’I smiled．
For some reason this really annoyed her．She stopped making the tea，and threw herself angrily back in her chair. Meanwhile the young man was staring aggressively at me．He looked like a farm worker，but seemed to be part of the family．I did not feel at all comfortable．At last Heathcliff came in.
‘Here I am，sir，as I promised！’I said cheerfully．
‘You shouldn't have come，’he answered，shaking the snow off his clothes．‘You'll never find your way back in the dark.’
‘Perhaps you could lend me a servant to guide me back to the Grange？’I asked．
‘No，I couldn't．There aren't any servants here except Joseph and the housekeeper．Get the tea ready，will you？’he added fiercely to the young woman．I was shocked by his unpleasantness．
We sat down to eat．I tried to make conversation with the three silent people round the table．
‘How happy you must be，Mr Heathcliff，’I began，‘in this quiet place，with your wife and—’
‘My wife！My wife's ghost，you mean？’
I suddenly realized I had made a serious mistake.So his wife was dead！Of course he was too old to be married to that young girl. She must be married to the young man next to me，who was drinking his tea out of a bowl and eating his bread with unwashed hands．Perhaps the poor girl had found no one better to marry in this uninhabited area．I turned politely to the young man.
‘Ah，so you are this lady's husband！’This was worse than before. His face went red，and he seemed only just able to stop himself hitting me．He muttered something I could not hear．
‘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
‘Come，come，Mr Lockwood．Have some wine．We don't often have strangers here，and I'm afraid neither I nor my dogs are used to receiving them．’
I could not feel offended after this，and accepted the wine．We sat drinking and talking together for a while．I suggested visiting him tomorrow．He did not seem eager to see me again，but I shall go anyway.I am interested in him，even if he isn't interested in me.
* * *
Two days later Yesterday afternoon was misty and bitterly cold，but I walked the four miles to Wuthering Heights and arrived just as it was beginning to snow. I banged on the front door for ten minutes，getting colder and colder.Finally Joseph's head appeared at a window of one of the farm buildings．
‘What do you want？’he growled．
‘Could you let me in？’I asked desperately．
He shook his head．‘There's only Mrs Heathcliff indoors，and she won't open the door to you．’
Just then a young man appeared and called me to follow him．We went through the back door and into the big room where I had been before．I was delighted to see a warm fire and a table full of food．And this time there was a woman sitting by the fire．She must be Mrs Heathcliff，I thought．I had not imagined my landlord was married. She looked at me coldly without saying anything．
‘Terrible weather！’I remarked．There was silence．
‘What a beautiful animal！’I tried again，pointing to one of the dogs that had attacked me．She still said nothing，but got up to make the tea．She was only about seventeen，with the most beautiful little face I had ever seen．Her golden wavy hair fell around her shoulders．
‘Have you been invited to tea？'she asked me crossly．
‘No，but you are the proper person to invite me，’I smiled．
For some reason this really annoyed her．She stopped making the tea，and threw herself angrily back in her chair. Meanwhile the young man was staring aggressively at me．He looked like a farm worker，but seemed to be part of the family．I did not feel at all comfortable．At last Heathcliff came in.
‘Here I am，sir，as I promised！’I said cheerfully．
‘You shouldn't have come，’he answered，shaking the snow off his clothes．‘You'll never find your way back in the dark.’
‘Perhaps you could lend me a servant to guide me back to the Grange？’I asked．
‘No，I couldn't．There aren't any servants here except Joseph and the housekeeper．Get the tea ready，will you？’he added fiercely to the young woman．I was shocked by his unpleasantness．
We sat down to eat．I tried to make conversation with the three silent people round the table．
‘How happy you must be，Mr Heathcliff，’I began，‘in this quiet place，with your wife and—’
‘My wife！My wife's ghost，you mean？’
I suddenly realized I had made a serious mistake.So his wife was dead！Of course he was too old to be married to that young girl. She must be married to the young man next to me，who was drinking his tea out of a bowl and eating his bread with unwashed hands．Perhaps the poor girl had found no one better to marry in this uninhabited area．I turned politely to the young man.
‘Ah，so you are this lady's husband！’This was worse than before. His face went red，and he seemed only just able to stop himself hitting me．He muttered something I could not hear．
‘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