Chapter 29

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌⁠The evening after the funeral, my young lady and I were seated in the library; now musing mournfully—one of us despairingly—on our loss, now venturing conjectures as to the gloomy future.

We had just agreed the best destiny which could await Catherine would be a permission to continue resident at the Grange; at least during Linton’s life: he being allowed to join her there, and I to remain as house