misfortune to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I disturbed vou."
"Oh, God confound you, Mr. Lockwood! I wish you were at the ," commenced my host, setting the candle on a chair, because be found it impossible to hold it steady.
"And who showed you up to this room?" he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. "Who was it? I've a good mind to turn them out of the house this moment."
"It was your servant Zillah," I replied, flinging myself on the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments. "I should not care if you did, Mr. Heathcliff; she richly deserves it. I suppose that she wanted to get another proof that the place was haunted, at my expense. Well, it is — swarming with ghosts and goblins. You have reason in shutting it up, I assure you. No one will thank you for a doze in such a den!"
"What do you mean?" asked Heathcliff, "and what are you doing? Lie down and finish out the night, since you are here; but, tor Heaven's sake, don't repeat that horrid noise. Nothing could excuse it unless you were having your throat cut."
"If the little fiend had got in at the window, she probably would have strangled me!" I returned. "I'm not going to endure the persecutions of your hospitable ancestors, again. Was not the Reverend Jabes Branderham akin to you on the mother's side? And that minx, Catherine Linton, or Earnshaw, or however she was called — she must have been a changeling — wicked little soul. She told me she had been walking the earth these twenty years: a just punishment for her mortal transgressions, I've no doubt."
Scarcely were these words uttered, when I recollected the association of Heathcliff's with Catherine's name in the book, which had completely slipped from my memory till thus awakened. I blushed at my inconsideration; but, without showing farther consciousness of the offense, I hastened to add,
The truth is, sir, I passed the first part of the night in" — Here I stopped afresh — I was about to say "perusing those old volumes;" then it would have revealed my knowledge of their written, as well as their printed contents; so correcting myself, I went on,
"In spelling over the name scratched on that window-ledge. A monotonous occupation, calculated to set me asleep, like counting, or" —
