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I
do
not
know
whether
it
was
sorrow
for
him
,
but
his
cousin
put
on
as
sad
a
countenance
as
himself
,
and
returned
to
her
father
.
All
three
entered
,
and
mounted
to
the
library
,
where
tea
was
laid
ready
.
I
proceeded
to
remove
Linton
's
cap
and
mantle
,
and
placed
him
on
a
chair
by
the
table
;
but
he
was
no
sooner
seated
than
he
began
to
cry
afresh
.
My
master
enquired
what
was
the
matter
.
"
I
ca
n't
sit
on
a
chair
,
"
sobbed
the
boy
.
"
Go
to
the
sofa
,
then
,
and
Ellen
shall
bring
you
some
tea
,
"
answered
his
uncle
patiently
.
He
had
been
greatly
tried
during
the
journey
,
I
felt
convinced
,
by
his
fretful
ailing
charge
.
Linton
slowly
trailed
himself
off
,
and
lay
down
.
Cathy
carried
a
footstool
and
her
cup
to
his
side
.
At
first
she
sat
silent
;
but
that
could
not
last
:
she
had
resolved
to
make
a
pet
of
her
little
cousin
,
as
she
would
have
him
to
be
;
and
she
commenced
stroking
his
curls
,
and
kissing
his
cheek
,
and
offering
him
tea
in
her
saucer
,
like
a
baby
.
This
pleased
him
,
for
he
was
not
much
better
:
he
dried
his
eyes
,
and
lightened
into
a
faint
smile
.
"
Oh
,
he
'll
do
very
well
,
"
said
the
master
to
me
,
after
watching
them
a
minute
.
"
Very
well
,
if
we
can
keep
him
,
Ellen
.
The
company
of
a
child
of
his
own
age
will
instil
new
spirit
into
him
soon
,
and
by
wishing
for
strength
he
'll
gain
it
.
"
"
Ay
,
if
we
can
keep
him
!
"
I
mused
to
myself
;
and
sore
misgivings
came
over
me
that
there
was
slight
hope
of
that
.
And
then
,
I
thought
,
however
will
that
weakling
live
at
Wuthering
Heights
?
Between
his
father
and
Hareton
,
what
playmates
and
instructors
they
'll
be
.
Our
doubts
were
presently
decided
--
even
earlier
than
I
expected
.
I
had
just
taken
the
children
upstairs
,
after
tea
was
finished
,
and
seen
Linton
asleep
--
he
would
not
suffer
me
to
leave
him
till
that
was
the
case
--
I
had
come
down
,
and
was
standing
by
the
table
in
the
hall
,
lighting
a
bedroom
candle
for
Mr.
Edgar
,
when
a
maid
stepped
out
of
the
kitchen
and
informed
me
that
Mr.
Heathcliff
's
servant
Joseph
was
at
the
door
,
and
wished
to
speak
with
the
master
.
"
I
shall
ask
him
what
he
wants
first
,
"
I
said
,
in
considerable
trepidation
.
"
A
very
unlikely
hour
to
be
troubling
people
,
and
the
instant
they
have
returned
from
a
long
journey
.
I
do
n't
think
the
master
can
see
him
.
Joseph
had
full
advanced
through
the
kitchen
as
I
uttered
these
words
,
and
now
presented
himself
in
the
hall
.
He
was
donned
in
his
Sunday
garments
,
with
his
most
sanctimonious
and
sourest
face
,
and
,
holding
his
hat
in
one
hand
and
his
stick
in
the
other
,
he
proceeded
to
clean
his
shoes
on
the
mat
.
"
Good
evening
,
Joseph
,
"
I
said
coldly
.
"
What
business
brings
you
here
to-night
?
"
