In the last winter Heathcliff began to see her everywhere. Every cloud and every tree carried her face, and the whole world was a collection of memoranda that she had existed and that he had lost her. He stopped eating. He walked the moor at night and came in at dawn with his clothes soaked. Young Cathy, left a widow at seventeen, had begun to teach Hareton his letters, and the two of them read together in the evening by the fire. Heathcliff watched them and saw Catherine's eyes in both faces, and he could not lift his hand against either. I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, he told Nelly, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. One April morning they found him dead by the open window, with the rain beating in and his eyes fixed and his teeth showing in a smile. The shepherds say the two of them walk the moor together in bad weather.