knocking. There was Heathcliff, by himself; it gave me a start to see him alone.
"Where is Miss Catherine?" I cried hurriedly. "No accident, I hope?"
"At Thrushcross Grange," he answered, "and I would have been there too, but they had not the manners to ask me to stay."
"Well, you will catch it!" I said, "you'll never be content till you're sent about your business. What in the world led you wandering to Thrushcross Grange?"
"Let me get off my wet clothes, and I'll tell you all about it, Nelly," he replied.
I bid him beware of rousing the master, and while he undressed, and I waited to put out the candle, he continued—
"Cathy and I escaped from the wash house to have a ramble at liberty, and getting a glimpse of the Grange lights, we thought we would just go and see whether the Lintons passed their Sunday evenings standing shivering in corners, while their father and mother
