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He
did
n't
cast
a
glance
towards
my
companions
,
though
they
were
sufficiently
near
for
Linton
's
sobs
to
be
audible
;
but
hailing
me
in
the
almost
hearty
tone
he
assumed
to
none
besides
,
and
the
sincerity
of
which
I
could
n't
avoid
doubting
,
he
said
:
"
It
is
something
to
see
you
so
near
to
my
house
,
Nelly
.
How
are
you
at
the
Grange
?
Let
us
hear
.
The
rumour
goes
,
"
he
added
in
a
lower
tone
,
"
that
Edgar
Linton
is
on
his
deathbed
:
perhaps
they
exaggerate
his
illness
!
"
"
No
;
my
master
is
dying
,
"
I
replied
:
"
It
is
true
enough
.
A
sad
thing
it
will
be
for
us
all
,
but
a
blessing
for
him
!
"
"
How
long
will
he
last
,
do
you
think
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
I
said
.
"
Because
,
"
he
continued
,
looking
at
the
two
young
people
,
who
were
fixed
under
his
eye
--
Linton
appeared
as
if
he
could
not
venture
to
stir
or
raise
his
head
,
and
Catherine
could
not
move
,
on
his
account
--
"
because
that
lad
yonder
seems
determined
to
beat
me
;
and
I
'd
thank
his
uncle
to
be
quick
,
and
go
before
him
.
Hallo
!
has
the
whelp
been
playing
that
game
long
?
I
did
give
him
some
lessons
about
snivelling
.
Is
he
pretty
lively
with
Miss
Linton
generally
?
"
"
Lively
?
no
--
he
has
shown
the
greatest
distress
,
"
I
answered
.
"
To
see
him
,
I
should
say
,
that
instead
of
rambling
with
his
sweetheart
on
the
hills
,
he
ought
to
be
in
bed
,
under
the
hands
of
a
doctor
.
"
"
He
shall
be
in
a
day
or
two
,
"
muttered
Heathcliff
.
"
But
first
--
get
up
,
Linton
!
Get
up
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Do
n't
grovel
on
the
ground
there
:
up
,
this
moment
!
"
Linton
had
sunk
prostrate
again
in
another
paroxysm
of
helpless
fear
,
caused
by
his
father
's
glance
towards
him
,
I
suppose
:
there
was
nothing
else
to
produce
such
humiliation
.
He
made
several
efforts
to
obey
,
but
his
little
strength
was
annihilated
for
the
time
,
and
he
fell
back
again
with
a
moan
.
Mr.
Heathcliff
advanced
,
and
lifted
him
to
lean
against
a
ridge
of
turf
.
