Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court
Mr. He unfastened it, and leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed quickly: “Dont stand there, love! Bring the person in, if it be anyone particular.” Ere long, I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew upstairs, breathless and wild; too excited to show gladness: indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.
“Oh, Edgar, Edgar!” she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. “Oh, Edgar darling! Heathcliffs come back-he is!” And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.
“Well, well,” cried her husband, crossly, “dont strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!”
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
“I know you didnt 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?”
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 cannot sit in the kitchen. Will that please you, dear? Or must I have a fire lighted elsewhere? If so, give directions. Ill run down and secure my guest. Im afraid the joy is too great to be real!”
“You bid him step up,” he said, addressing me; “and, Catherine, try to be glad, without being absurd. (more…)