membering Mrs. Dean's anecdote of his first attempt at enlightening the darkness in which he had been reared, I observed,
"But, Mrs. Heathcliff, we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet."
"Oh!" she replied, "I don't wish to limit his acquirements. . .still, he has no right to appropriate what is mine, and make it ridiculous to me with his vile mistakes and mis-pronunciations! Those books, both prose and verse, were consecrated to me by other associations, and I hate to have them debased and profaned in his mouth! Besides, of all, he has selected my favourite pieces that I love the most to repeat, as if out of deliberate malice!"
Hareton's chest heaved in silence a minute; be laboured under a severe sense of mortification and wrath, which it was no easy task to suppress.
