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"
Well
!
"
said
Catherine
,
perceiving
her
hesitate
to
complete
the
sentence
.
"
With
him
:
and
I
wo
n't
be
always
sent
off
!
"
she
continued
,
kindling
up
.
"
You
are
a
dog
in
the
manger
,
Cathy
,
and
desire
no
one
to
be
loved
but
yourself
!
"
"
You
are
an
impertinent
little
monkey
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Linton
,
in
surprise
.
"
But
I
'll
not
believe
this
idiocy
!
It
is
impossible
that
you
can
covet
the
admiration
of
Heathcliff
--
that
you
consider
him
an
agreeable
person
!
I
hope
I
have
misunderstood
you
,
Isabella
?
"
"
No
,
you
have
not
,
"
said
the
infatuated
girl
.
"
I
love
him
more
than
ever
you
loved
Edgar
;
and
he
might
love
me
,
if
you
would
let
him
!
"
"
I
would
n't
be
you
for
a
kingdom
,
then
!
"
Catherine
declared
emphatically
:
and
she
seemed
to
speak
sincerely
.
"
Nelly
,
help
me
to
convince
her
of
her
madness
.
Tell
her
what
Heathcliff
is
:
an
unreclaimed
creature
,
without
refinement
,
without
cultivation
:
an
arid
wilderness
of
furze
and
whinstone
.
I
'd
as
soon
put
that
little
canary
into
the
park
on
a
winter
's
day
,
as
recommend
you
to
bestow
your
heart
on
him
!
It
is
deplorable
ignorance
of
his
character
,
child
,
and
nothing
else
,
which
makes
that
dream
enter
your
head
.
Pray
,
do
n't
imagine
that
he
conceals
depths
of
benevolence
and
affection
beneath
a
stern
exterior
!
He
's
not
a
rough
diamond
--
a
pearl-containing
oyster
of
a
rustic
:
he
's
a
fierce
,
pitiless
,
wolfish
man
.
I
never
say
to
him
,
'
Let
this
or
that
enemy
alone
,
because
it
would
be
ungenerous
or
cruel
to
harm
them
'
;
I
say
,
'
Let
them
alone
,
because
I
should
hate
them
to
be
wronged
'
:
and
he
'd
crush
you
like
a
sparrow
's
egg
,
Isabella
,
if
he
found
you
a
troublesome
charge
.
I
know
he
could
n't
love
a
Linton
;
and
yet
he
'd
be
quite
capable
of
marrying
your
fortune
and
expectations
!
Avarice
is
growing
with
him
a
besetting
sin
.
There
's
my
picture
:
and
I
'm
his
friend
--
so
much
so
,
that
had
he
thought
seriously
to
catch
you
,
I
should
,
perhaps
,
have
held
my
tongue
,
and
let
you
fall
into
his
trap
.
"
Miss
Linton
regarded
her
sister-in-law
with
indignation
.
"
For
shame
!
for
shame
!
"
she
repeated
angrily
,
"
you
are
worse
than
twenty
foes
,
you
poisonous
friend
!
"
"
Ah
,
you
wo
n't
believe
me
,
then
?
"
said
Catherine
.
"
You
think
I
speak
from
wicked
selfishness
?
"
"
I
'm
certain
you
do
,
"
retorted
Isabella
;
"
and
I
shudder
at
you
!
"
