"Is the fool drunk?" asked Mr. Heathcliff. "Hareton is it you he's finding fault with?"
"Iv'e pulled up two or three bushes," replied the young man, "but I'm going to set 'em again.
"And why have you pulled them up?" said the master.
Catherine wisely put in her tongue.
"We wanted to plant some flowers there," she cried. "I'm the only person to blame, for I wished him to do it."
"And who the devil gave you leave to touch a stick about the place?" demanded her father-in-law, much surprised, "And who ordered you to obey her?" he added turning to Hareton.
The latter was speechless; his cousin replied—
"You shouldn't grudge a few yards of earth, for me to ornament, when you have taken all my land!"
"Your land, insolent slut? you never had any!" said Heathcliff.
