him on his feet, looked up to discover the author of the accident.
A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five shillings and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not show a blanker countenance than he did on beholding the figure of Mr. Earnshaw above—It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intensest anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge. Had it been dark, I dare say, he would have tried to remedy the mistake by smashing Hareton's skull on the steps; but, we witnessed his salvation; and I was presently below with my precious charge pressed to my heart.
Hindley descended more leisurely, sobered and abashed.
"It is your fault, Ellen," be said, "you should have kept him out of sight; you should have taken him from me! Is he injured anywhere?"
