“There are many things to be considered before that question can be answered properly,” I said, sententiously. “First and foremost, do you love Mr. Edgar?”
“And he will be rich, and I shall like to be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband.”
“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. There now!”
Ive no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldnt have thought of it
“Nay; you are making a jest of it: it is exceedingly ill-natured! Its no jest to me!” said the young lady, scowling, and turning her face to the fire.
“Im very far from jesting, Miss Catherine,” I replied. “You love Mr. Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldnt, unless he possessed the four former attractions.”
“But there are several other handsome, rich young men in the world: handsomer, possibly, and richer than he is. What should hinder you from loving them?”
“I dont want your permission for that-I shall marry him: and yet you have not told me whether Im right.”
She was vexed, but she did not proceed
“Perfectly right; if people be right to marry only for the present. Continue reading “I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether”