christian, and never mind me. This is 'Fairy Annie's Wedding'—a bonny tune—it goes to a dance."
Mrs. Dean was about to recommence, when I advanced, and recognising me directly, she jumped to her feet, crying—
"Why, bless you, Mr. Lockwood! How could you think of returning in this way? All's shut up at Thrushcross Grange. You should have given us notice!"
"I've arranged to be accommodated there, for as long as I shall stay," I answered. "I depart again to-morrow. And how are you transplanted here, Mrs. Dean? tell me that."
"Zillah left, and Mr. Heathcliff wished me to come, soon after you went to London, and stay till you returned. But, step in, pray! Have you walked from Gimmerton this evening?"
"From the Grange," I replied; "and, while they make me lodging room there, I want to finish my business with your master, because
