people were bearing the coffin from the house; he had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner; and previous to following with Hareton he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table, and muttered with peculiar gusto,
"Now my bonny lad you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!"
The unsuspecting thing was pleased at this speech; he played with Heathcliff's whiskers, and stroked his cheek, but I divined its meaning and observed tartly,
"That boy must go back with me to Thrushcross Grange, Sir—There is nothing in the world less yours than he is!"
"Does Linton say so?" he demanded.
"Of course—he has ordered me to take him." I replied.
"Well," said the scoundrel, "We'll not argue the subject now; but I have a fancy to try my hand at rearing a young one, so inti-
