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"
On
the
morrow
I
was
sad
;
partly
because
you
were
poorly
,
and
partly
that
I
wished
my
father
knew
,
and
approved
of
my
excursions
:
but
it
was
beautiful
moonlight
after
tea
;
and
,
as
I
rode
on
,
the
gloom
cleared
.
I
shall
have
another
happy
evening
,
I
thought
to
myself
;
and
what
delights
me
more
,
my
pretty
Linton
will
.
I
trotted
up
their
garden
,
and
was
turning
round
to
the
back
,
when
that
fellow
Earnshaw
met
me
,
took
my
bridle
,
and
bid
me
go
in
by
the
front
entrance
.
He
patted
Minny
's
neck
,
and
said
she
was
a
bonny
beast
,
and
appeared
as
if
he
wanted
me
to
speak
to
him
.
I
only
told
him
to
leave
my
horse
alone
,
or
else
it
would
kick
him
.
He
answered
in
his
vulgar
accent
,
'
It
would
n't
do
mitch
hurt
if
it
did
'
;
and
surveyed
its
legs
with
a
smile
.
I
was
half
inclined
to
make
it
try
;
however
,
he
moved
off
to
open
the
door
,
and
,
as
he
raised
the
latch
,
he
looked
up
to
the
inscription
above
,
and
said
,
with
a
stupid
mixture
of
awkwardness
and
elation
:
"
'M
iss
Catherine
!
I
can
read
yon
,
now
.
'
"
'
Wonderful
,
'
I
exclaimed
.
'
Pray
let
us
hear
you
--
you
are
grown
clever
!
'
"
He
spelt
,
and
drawled
over
by
syllables
,
the
name
--
'
Hareton
Earnshaw
.
'
"
'
And
the
figures
?
'
I
cried
encouragingly
,
perceiving
that
he
came
to
a
dead
halt
.
"
'
I
can
not
tell
them
yet
,
"
he
answered
.
"
'
Oh
,
you
dunce
!
'
I
said
,
laughing
heartily
at
his
failure
.
"
The
fool
stared
,
with
a
grin
hovering
about
his
lips
,
and
a
scowl
gathering
over
his
eyes
,
as
if
uncertain
whether
he
might
not
join
in
my
mirth
:
whether
it
were
not
pleasant
familiarity
,
or
what
it
really
was
,
contempt
.
I
settled
his
doubts
,
by
suddenly
retrieving
my
gravity
and
desiring
him
to
walk
away
,
for
I
came
to
see
Linton
,
not
him
.
He
reddened
--
I
saw
that
by
the
moonlight
--
dropped
his
hand
from
the
latch
,
and
skulked
off
a
picture
of
mortified
vanity
.
He
imagined
himself
to
be
as
accomplished
as
Linton
,
I
suppose
,
because
he
could
spell
his
own
name
;
and
was
marvellously
discomfited
that
I
did
n't
think
the
same
.
"
"
Stop
,
Miss
Catherine
,
dear
!
"
I
interrupted
.
"
I
shall
not
scold
,
but
I
do
n't
like
your
conduct
there
.
If
you
had
remembered
that
Hareton
was
your
cousin
as
much
as
Master
Heathcliff
,
you
would
have
felt
how
improper
it
was
to
behave
in
that
way
.
At
least
,
it
was
praiseworthy
ambition
for
him
to
desire
to
be
as
accomplished
as
Linton
;
and
probably
he
did
not
learn
merely
to
show
off
.
you
had
made
him
ashamed
of
his
ignorance
before
,
I
have
no
doubt
;
and
he
wished
to
remedy
it
and
please
you
.
To
sneer
at
his
imperfect
attempt
was
very
bad
breeding
.
