frivolous accusations; Mrs. Linton peremptorily insisted that she should get to-bed; and, having scolded her heartily, threatened to send for the doctor.
Mention of Kenneth, caused her to exclaim, instantly, that her health was perfect, and it was only Catherine's harshness which made ber unhappy.
"How can you say I am harsh, you naughty fondling?" cried the mistress, amazed at the unreasonable assertion. "You are surely losing your reason. When have I been harsh, tell me?"
"Yesterday," sobbed Isabella, "and now!"
"Yesterday!" said her sister-in-law. "On what occasion?"
"In our walk along the moor; you told me to ramble where I pleased, while you sauntered on with Mr. Heathcliff!"
"And that's your notion of harshness?" said Catherine, laughing. "It was no hint that your company was superfluous; we didn't care
