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Then
I
am
not
like
him
,
am
I
?
"
"
Not
much
,
"
I
answered
:
not
a
morsel
,
I
thought
,
surveying
with
regret
the
white
complexion
and
slim
frame
of
my
companion
,
and
his
large
languid
eyes
--
his
mother
's
eyes
,
save
that
,
unless
a
morbid
touchiness
kindled
them
a
moment
they
had
not
a
vestige
of
her
sparkling
spirit
.
"
How
strange
that
he
should
never
come
to
see
mamma
and
me
!
"
he
murmured
.
"
Has
he
ever
seen
me
?
If
he
has
,
I
must
have
been
a
baby
.
I
remember
not
a
single
thing
about
him
!
"
"
Why
,
Master
Linton
,
"
said
I
,
"
three
hundred
miles
is
a
great
distance
;
and
ten
years
seem
very
different
in
length
to
a
grown-up
person
compared
with
what
they
do
to
you
.
It
is
probable
Mr.
Heathcliff
proposed
going
from
summer
to
summer
,
but
never
found
a
convenient
opportunity
;
and
now
it
is
too
late
.
Do
not
trouble
him
with
questions
on
the
subject
:
it
will
disturb
him
,
for
no
good
.
"
The
boy
was
fully
occupied
with
his
own
cogitations
for
the
remainder
of
the
ride
,
till
we
halted
before
the
farmhouse
garden
gate
.
I
watched
to
catch
his
impressions
in
his
countenance
.
He
surveyed
the
carved
front
and
low-browed
lattices
,
the
straggling
gooseberry
bushes
and
crooked
firs
,
with
solemn
intentness
,
and
then
shook
his
head
:
his
private
feelings
entirely
disapproved
of
the
exterior
of
his
new
abode
.
But
he
had
sense
to
postpone
complaining
:
there
might
be
compensation
within
.
Before
he
dismounted
,
I
went
and
opened
the
door
.
It
was
half-past
six
;
the
family
had
just
finished
breakfast
;
the
servant
was
clearing
and
wiping
down
the
table
.
Joseph
stood
by
his
master
's
chair
telling
some
tale
concerning
a
lame
horse
;
and
Hareton
was
preparing
for
the
hay
field
.
"
Hallo
,
Nelly
!
"
said
Mr.
Heathcliff
,
when
he
saw
me
,
"
I
feared
I
should
have
to
come
down
and
fetch
my
property
myself
.
You
've
brought
it
,
have
you
?
Let
us
see
what
we
can
make
of
it
.
"
He
got
up
and
strode
to
the
door
.
Hareton
and
Joseph
followed
in
gaping
curiosity
.
Poor
Linton
ran
a
frightened
eye
over
the
faces
of
the
three
.
"
Surely
,
"
said
Joseph
,
after
a
grave
inspection
,
"
he
's
swopped
wi
'
ye
,
maister
,
an
'
yon
's
his
lass
!
"
Heathcliff
,
having
stared
his
son
into
an
ague
of
confusion
,
uttered
a
scornful
laugh
.
