Everyone said you were the one from Earnshaw, but only you yourself knew you are just a niddering Gipsy who was entitled such an honored name. And maybe that's the reason why self-abased and anguished almost inundated your soul, that you could only learn nothing but "It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now" in such a long and affectionate dialogue. But it is not your fault, it is nobody's. It is just your fate rather than everthing.