hands in amazement. "What! you come back? Is it really you? Is it?"
"Yes, Heathcliff," he replied, glancing from me up to the windows which reflected a score of glittering moons, but showed no lights from within. "Are they at home—where is she? Nelly, you are not glad—you needn't be so disturbed. Is she here? Speak! I want to have one word with her—your mistress. Go, and say some person from Gimmerton desires to see her."
"How will she take it?" I exclaimed, "what will she do? The surprise bewilders me—it will put her out of her head! And you are Heathcliff? But altered! Nay, there's no comprehending it. Have you been for a soldier?"
"Go, and carry my message," he interrupted impatiently; I'm in hell till you do!"
He lifted the latch, and I entered; but when I got to the parlour where Mr. and Mrs.
