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"
Sit
down
,
sir
,
"
he
said
,
at
length
.
"
Mrs.
Linton
,
recalling
old
times
,
would
have
me
give
you
a
cordial
reception
;
and
,
of
course
,
I
am
gratified
when
anything
occurs
to
please
her
.
"
"
And
I
also
,
"
answered
Heathcliff
,
"
especially
if
it
be
anything
in
which
I
have
a
part
.
I
shall
stay
an
hour
or
two
willingly
.
"
He
took
a
seat
opposite
Catherine
,
who
kept
her
gaze
fixed
on
him
as
if
she
feared
he
would
vanish
were
she
to
remove
it
.
He
did
not
raise
his
to
her
often
:
a
quick
glance
now
and
then
sufficed
;
but
it
flashed
back
,
each
time
more
confidently
,
the
undisguised
delight
he
drank
from
hers
.
They
were
too
much
absorbed
in
their
mutual
joy
to
suffer
embarrassment
.
Not
so
Mr.
Edgar
:
he
grew
pale
with
pure
annoyance
:
a
feeling
that
reached
its
climax
when
his
lady
rose
,
and
stepping
across
the
rug
,
seized
Heathcliff
's
hands
again
,
and
laughed
like
one
beside
herself
.
"
I
shall
think
it
a
dream
to-morrow
!
"
she
cried
.
"
I
shall
not
be
able
to
believe
that
I
have
seen
,
and
touched
and
spoken
to
you
once
more
.
And
yet
,
cruel
Heathcliff
!
you
do
n't
deserve
this
welcome
.
To
be
absent
and
silent
for
three
years
,
and
never
to
think
of
me
!
"
"
A
little
more
than
you
have
thought
of
me
,
"
he
murmured
.
"
I
heard
of
your
marriage
,
Cathy
,
not
long
since
;
and
,
while
waiting
in
the
yard
below
,
I
meditated
this
plan
:
--
just
to
have
one
glimpse
of
your
face
,
a
stare
of
surprise
,
perhaps
,
and
pretended
pleasure
;
afterwards
settle
my
score
with
Hindley
;
and
then
prevent
the
law
by
doing
execution
on
myself
.
Your
welcome
has
put
these
ideas
out
of
my
mind
;
but
beware
of
meeting
me
with
another
aspect
next
time
!
Nay
,
you
'll
not
drive
me
off
again
.
You
were
really
sorry
for
me
,
were
you
?
Well
,
there
was
cause
.
I
've
fought
through
a
bitter
life
since
I
last
heard
your
voice
and
you
must
forgive
me
for
I
struggled
only
for
you
!
"
"
Catherine
,
unless
we
are
to
have
cold
tea
,
please
to
come
to
the
table
,
"
interrupted
Linton
,
striving
to
preserve
his
ordinary
tone
,
and
a
due
measure
of
politeness
.
"
Mr.
Heathcliff
will
have
a
long
walk
,
wherever
he
may
lodge
to-night
;
and
I
'm
thirsty
.
"
She
took
her
post
before
the
urn
;
and
Miss
Isabella
came
,
summoned
by
the
bell
;
then
,
having
handed
their
chairs
forward
,
I
left
the
room
.
The
meal
hardly
endured
ten
minutes
.
Catherine
's
cup
was
never
filled
:
she
could
neither
eat
nor
drink
.
Edgar
had
made
a
slop
in
his
saucer
,
and
scarcely
swallowed
a
mouthful
.
The
guest
did
not
protract
his
stay
that
evening
above
an
hour
longer
.
I
asked
,
as
he
departed
,
if
he
went
to
Gimmerton
?
"
No
,
to
Wuthering
Heights
,
"
he
answered
:
"
Mr.
Earnshaw
invited
me
,
when
I
called
this
morning
.
"
