tion. . .he was invisible to her abstracted gaze. The delirium was not fixed, however; having weaned her eyes from contemplating the outer darkness; by degrees, she centred her attention on him, and discovered who it was that held her.
"Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?" she said with angry animation. . ."You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations, now. . .I see we shall. . .but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder—My resting place where I'm bound before Spring is over! There it is, not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel-roof; but in the open air with a head-stone, and you may please yourself, whether you go to them, or come to me!"
"Catherine, what have you done?" commenced the master. "Am I nothing to you,
