Heathcliff?" I asked, perceiving Catherine to be checked in her friendly advances.
"Attentive? He makes them a little more attentive, at least," he cried. "The wretches! Do you know. Miss Linton, that brute Hareton laughs at me—I hate him—indeed, I hate them all—they are odious beings."
Cathy began searching for some water; she lighted on a pitcher in the dresser; filled a tumbler, and brought it. He bid her add a spoonful of wine from a bottle on the table; and having swallowed a small portion, appeared more tranquil, and said she was very kind.
"And are you glad to see me?" asked she, reiterating her former question, and pleased to detect the faint dawn of a smile.
"Yes, I am—It's something new to hear a voice like yours!" he replied, "but I have been vexed, because you wouldn't come—And papa swore it was owing to me; he called me a pitiful, shuffling, worthless thing; and said you
