Mr. Linton walked to a window on the other side of the room that overlooked the court. He unfastened it, and leant out. I suppose they were below, for he exclaimed, quickly:—
"Don't stand there love! Bring the person in, if it be any one particular."
Ere long, I heard the click of the latch, and Catherine flew up-stairs, breathless and wild, too excited to show gladness; indeed, by her face, you would rather have surmised an awful calamity.
"Oh, Edgar, Edgar!" she panted, flinging her arms round his neck. "Oh, Edgar, darling! Heathcliff's come back—he is!" And she tightened her embrace to a squeeze.
"Well, well," cried her husband, crossly, "don't strangle me for that! He never struck me as such a marvellous treasure. There is no need to be frantic!"
"I know you didn't like him," she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her
