muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally. I made up my mind for broken bones, at least; but she only glared about her, for an instant, and then rushed from the room.
The master directed me to follow; I did, to her chamber door; she hindered me from going farther by securing it against me.
As she never offered to descend to breakfast next morning, I went to ask whether she would have some carried up.
"No!" she replied, peremptorily.
The same question was repeated at dinner, and tea; and again on the morrow after, and received the same answer.
Mr. Linton, on his part, spent his time in the library, and did not inquire concerning his wife's occupations. Isabella and he had had an hour's interview, during which he tried to elicit from her some sentiment of proper horror for Heathcliff's advances; but he could make nothing of her evasive replies, and was obliged
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