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"
How
long
they
are
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
Ah
,
I
see
some
dust
on
the
road
--
they
are
coming
?
No
!
When
will
they
be
here
?
May
we
not
go
a
little
way
--
half
a
mile
,
Ellen
:
only
just
half
a
mile
?
Do
say
yes
:
to
that
clump
of
birches
at
the
turn
!
"
I
refused
staunchly
.
At
length
her
suspense
was
ended
:
the
travelling
carriage
rolled
in
sight
.
Miss
Cathy
shrieked
and
stretched
out
her
arms
,
as
soon
as
she
caught
her
father
's
face
looking
from
the
window
.
He
descended
,
nearly
as
eager
as
herself
:
and
a
considerable
interval
elapsed
ere
they
had
a
thought
to
spare
for
any
but
themselves
.
While
they
exchanged
caresses
,
I
took
a
peep
in
to
see
after
Linton
.
He
was
asleep
in
a
corner
,
wrapped
in
a
warm
,
fur-lined
cloak
,
as
if
it
had
been
winter
.
A
pale
,
delicate
,
effeminate
boy
,
who
might
have
been
taken
for
my
master
's
younger
brother
so
strong
was
the
resemblance
:
but
there
was
a
sickly
peevishness
in
his
aspect
,
that
Edgar
Linton
never
had
.
The
latter
saw
me
looking
;
and
having
shaken
hands
,
advised
me
to
close
the
door
,
and
leave
him
undisturbed
;
for
the
journey
had
fatigued
him
.
Cathy
would
fain
have
taken
one
glance
,
but
her
father
told
her
to
come
,
and
they
walked
together
up
the
park
,
while
I
hastened
before
to
prepare
the
servants
.
"
Now
darling
"
said
Mr.
Linton
,
addressing
his
daughter
,
as
they
halted
at
the
bottom
of
the
front
steps
;
"
your
cousin
is
not
so
strong
or
merry
as
you
are
,
and
he
has
lost
his
mother
,
remember
,
a
very
short
time
since
;
therefore
,
do
n't
expect
him
to
play
and
run
about
with
you
directly
.
And
do
n't
harass
him
much
by
talking
:
let
him
be
quiet
this
evening
,
at
least
,
will
you
?
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
papa
,
"
answered
Catherine
:
"
but
I
do
want
to
see
him
;
and
he
has
n't
once
looked
out
.
"
The
carriage
stopped
;
and
the
sleeper
being
roused
,
was
lifted
to
the
ground
by
his
uncle
.
"
This
is
your
cousin
Cathy
,
Linton
,
"
he
said
,
putting
their
little
hands
together
.
"
She
's
fond
of
you
already
;
and
mind
you
do
n't
grieve
her
by
crying
to-night
.
Try
to
be
cheerful
now
;
the
travelling
is
at
an
end
,
and
you
have
nothing
to
do
but
rest
and
amuse
yourself
as
you
please
.
"
"
Let
me
go
to
bed
,
then
,
"
answered
the
boy
,
shrinking
from
Catherine
's
salute
;
and
he
put
up
his
fingers
to
remove
incipient
tears
.
"
Come
,
come
,
there
's
a
good
child
,
"
I
whispered
,
leading
him
in
.
"
You
'll
make
her
weep
too
--
see
how
sorry
she
is
for
you
!
"
