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"
Well
,
well
,
"
cried
her
husband
crossly
,
"
do
n't
strangle
me
for
that
!
He
never
struck
me
as
such
a
marvellous
treasure
.
There
is
no
need
to
be
frantic
!
"
"
I
know
you
did
n't
like
him
,
"
she
answered
,
repressing
a
little
the
intensity
of
her
delight
.
"
Yet
,
for
my
sake
,
you
must
be
friends
now
.
Shall
I
tell
him
to
come
up
?
"
"
Here
?
"
he
said
,
"
into
the
parlour
?
"
"
Where
else
?
"
she
asked
.
He
looked
vexed
,
and
suggested
the
kitchen
as
a
more
suitable
place
for
him
.
Mrs.
Linton
eyed
him
with
a
droll
expression
--
half
angry
,
half
laughing
at
his
fastidiousness
.
"
No
,
"
she
added
after
a
while
;
"
I
can
not
sit
in
the
kitchen
.
Set
two
tables
here
,
Ellen
:
one
for
your
master
and
Miss
Isabella
,
being
gentry
;
the
other
for
Heathcliff
and
myself
,
being
of
the
lower
orders
.
Will
that
please
you
,
dear
?
Or
must
I
have
a
fire
lighted
elsewhere
?
If
so
,
give
directions
.
I
'll
run
down
and
secure
my
guest
.
I
'm
afraid
the
joy
is
too
great
to
be
real
!
"
She
was
about
to
dart
off
again
;
but
Edgar
arrested
her
.
"
You
bid
him
step
up
,
"
he
said
,
addressing
me
;
"
and
Catherine
,
try
to
be
glad
,
without
being
absurd
!
the
whole
household
need
not
witness
the
sight
of
your
welcoming
a
runaway
servant
as
a
brother
.
"
I
descended
and
found
Heathcliff
waiting
under
the
porch
,
evidently
anticipating
an
invitation
to
enter
.
He
followed
my
guidance
without
waste
of
words
,
and
I
ushered
him
into
the
presence
of
the
master
and
mistress
,
whose
flushed
cheeks
betrayed
signs
of
warm
talking
.
But
the
lady
's
glowed
with
another
feeling
when
her
friend
appeared
at
the
door
:
she
sprang
forward
,
took
both
his
hands
,
and
led
him
to
Linton
;
and
then
she
seized
Linton
's
reluctant
fingers
and
crushed
them
into
his
.
Now
fully
revealed
by
the
fire
and
candlelight
,
I
was
amazed
more
than
ever
,
to
behold
the
transformation
of
Heathcliff
.
He
had
grown
a
tall
,
athletic
,
well-formed
man
;
beside
whom
,
my
master
seemed
quite
slender
and
youthlike
.
His
upright
carriage
suggested
the
idea
of
his
having
been
in
the
army
.
His
countenance
was
much
older
in
expression
and
decision
of
feature
than
Mr.
Linton
's
;
it
looked
intelligent
,
and
retained
no
marks
of
former
degradation
.
A
half-civilised
ferocity
lurked
yet
in
the
depressed
brows
and
eyes
full
of
black
fire
,
but
it
was
subdued
;
and
his
manner
was
even
dignified
:
quite
divested
of
roughness
,
though
too
stern
for
grace
.
My
master
's
surprise
equalled
or
exceeded
mine
:
he
remained
for
a
minute
at
a
loss
how
to
address
the
ploughboy
,
as
he
had
called
him
.
Heathcliff
dropped
his
slight
hand
,
and
stood
looking
at
him
coolly
till
he
chose
to
speak
.
