"Linton, dear!" whispered Catherine, "I can't go to Wuthering Heights. . .papa has forbidden me. . .He'll not harm you, why are you so afraid?"
"I can never re-enter that house," he answered. "I am not to re-enter it without you!"
"Stop. . ." cried his father. "We'll respect Catherine's filial scruples. Nelly, take him in, and I'll follow your advice concerning the doctor, without delay."
"You'll do well," replied I, "but I must remain with my mistress. To mind your son is not my business."
"You are very stiff!" said Heathcliff, "I know that—but you'll force me to pinch the baby, and make it scream, before it moves your charity. Come then, my hero. Are you willing to return, escorted by me?"
He approached once more, and made as if be would seize the fragile being; but shrink-
