us—if she desired to go she might—the nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her!"
"Mr. Heathcliff," said I, "this is the talk of a madman, and your wife, most likely is convinced you are mad; and, for that reason, she has borne with you hitherto: but now that you say she may go, she'll doubtless avail herself of the permission—You are not so bewitched ma'am, are you, as to remain with him, of your own accord?"
"Take care, Ellen!" answered Isabella, her eyes sparkling irefully—there was no misdoubting by their expression, the full success of her partner's endeavours to make himself detested, "Don't put faith in a single word he speaks. He's a lying fiend, a monster, and not a human being! I've been told I might leave him before; and I've made the attempt, but I dare not repeat it! Only Ellen, promise you'll not mention a syllable of
