In the next few days after the garden incident Heathcliff all but stopped eating, and spent the nights walking outside. Heathcliff began acting very awkwardly. One day Cathy was happily working on her garden and came across Heathcliff, she was surprised to see him looking "very much excited, and wild, and glad." I told him he should eat, and indeed at dinner he took a heaped plate, but abruptly lost interest in food, he seemed to be watching something by the window, and went outside. Everyone in the household was puzzled by this weird version of Heathcliff. Hareton followed to ask him what was wrong, and Heathcliff told him to go back to Cathy and not bother him. Heathcliff came back an hour or two later, with the same "unnatural appearance of joy," shivering the way a "tight-stretched cord vibrates a strong thrilling, rather than trembling." I asked him what was going on, and he answered that he was within sight of his heaven, hardly three feet away. I wondered if he could be seeing the ghost of Catherine. Later that evening, I found him sitting in the dark with the windows all open. I was spooked by the pallor of his face and his black eyes. I half-wondered if he were a vampire, but I came to my senses, since I had watched him grow up. But still, he could have been bitten by one. Anyway, The next day he was even more restless and could hardly speak logically, and stared fascinated at nothing with an "anguished, yet raptured expression." Early the next morning having spent the night outside, he declared he wanted to settle things with his lawyer. I carried on giving him the advice to eat, and get some sleep, but he replied that he could do neither: "My soul's bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself." I told him to repent his sins, and he thanked me for the reminder and asked me to make sure he was buried next to Catherine: "I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued, and uncoveted by me.
