Грозовой перевал
Chapter 2
"There’snobbutt’missis; andshoo’llnotoppen’tanyemakyerflaysomedinstillneeght."
"Why? CannotyoutellherwhoIam,eh,Joseph?"
"Nor-neme! I’llhaenohendwit,"mutteredthehead,vanishing.
Thesnowbegantodrivethickly. Iseizedthehandletoessayanothertrial;whenayoungmanwithoutcoat,andshoulderingapitchfork,appearedintheyardbehind. Hehailedmetofollowhim,and,aftermarchingthroughawashhouse,andapavedareacontainingacoal-shed,pump,andpigeon-cot,weatlengtharrivedinthehuge,warmcheerfulapartment,whereIwasformerlyreceived. Itgloweddelightfullyintheradianceofanimmensefire,compoundedofcoal,peat,andwood; andnearthetable,laidforaplentifuleveningmeal,Iwaspleasedtoobservethe"missis,"anindividualwhoseexistenceIhadneverpreviouslysuspected. Ibowedandwaited,thinkingshewouldbidmetakeaseat. Shelookedatme,leaningbackinherchair,andremainedmotionlessandmute.
"Roughweather! "Iremarked. "I’mafraid,Mrs.Heathcliff,thedoormustbeartheconsequenceofyourservants’leisureattendance: Ihadhardworktomakethemhearme."
Sheneveropenedhermouth. Istared—shestaredalso: atanyrate,shekepthereyesonmeinacool,regardlessmanner,exceedinglyembarrassinganddisagreeable.
"Sitdown,"saidtheyoungmangruffly. "He’llbeinsoon."
