‘Well, Linton,’ murmuredCatherine, whenhiscorrugatedbrowrelaxed.‘Areyougladtoseeme? CanIdoyouanygood?’
‘Whydidn’tyoucomebefore?’ heasked.‘Youshouldhavecome, , writingthoselongletters.I’, Icanneitherbeartotalk, ! Willyou, (lookingatme,) stepintothekitchenandsee?’
Ihadreceivednothanksformyotherservice; andbeingunwillingtoruntoandfroathisbehest, Ireplied—
‘NobodyisouttherebutJoseph.’
‘Iwanttodrink,’ heexclaimed, fretfully, turningaway.‘’smiserable! AndI’mobligedtocomedownhere—theyresolvednevertohearmeup-stairs.’
‘Isyourfatherattentivetoyou, MasterHeathcliff?’ Iasked, perceivingCatherinetobecheckedinherfriendlyadvances.
‘Attentive? Hemakesthemalittlemoreattentive, atleast,’ hecried.‘Thewretches! Doyouknow, MissLinton, thatbruteHaretonlaughsatme! Ihatehim! indeed, Ihatethemall: theyareodiousbeings.’
Cathybegansearchingforsomewater; shelightedonapitcherinthedresser, filledatumbler, ; andhavingswallowedasmallportion, appearedmoretranquil, andsaidshewasverykind.
‘Andareyougladtoseeme?’ askedshe, reiteratingherformerquestionandpleasedtodetectthefaintdawnofasmile.
‘Yes, ’ssomethingnewtohearavoicelikeyours!’ hereplied.‘ButIhavebeenvexed, becauseyouwouldn’: hecalledmeapitiful, shuffling, worthlessthing; andsaidyoudespisedme; andifhehadbeeninmyplace, hewouldbemorethemasteroftheGrangethanyourfather, ’tdespiseme, doyou, Miss—’
‘IwishyouwouldsayCatherine, orCathy,’ interruptedmyyounglady.‘Despiseyou? No! Nexttopapa, andEllen, ’, though; andIdarenotcomewhenhereturns: willhestayawaymanydays?’
