make me dull; and I walked about, before you came, a great deal, for me. Tell uncle, I'm in tolerable health, will you?"
"I'll tell him that you say so, Linton. I couldn't affirm that you are," observed my young lady, wondering at his pertinacious assertion of what was evidently an untruth.
"And be here again next Thursday," continued he, shunning her puzzled gaze. "And give him my thanks for permitting you to come—my best thanks, Catherine. And—and, if you did meet my father, and he asked you about me, don't lead him to suppose that I've been extremely silent and stupid—don't look sad and downcast, as you are doing—he'll be angry."
"I care nothing for his anger," exclaimed Cathy, imagining she would be its object.
"But I do," said her cousin, shuddering.
"Don't provoke him against me, Catherine, for he is very hard."
"Is he severe to you, Master Heathcliff?"
