white flakes from his clothes; "I wonder you should select the thick of a snow-storm to ramble about in. Do you know that you run a risk of being lost in the marshes? People familiar with these moors often miss their road on such evenings, and, I can tell you, there is no chance of a change at present."
"Perhaps I can get a guide among your lads, and he might stay at the Grange till morning—could you spare me one?"
"No, I could not."
"Oh, indeed! Well then, I must trust to my own sagacity."
"Umph!"
"Are you going to mak th 'tea?" demanded he of the shabby coat, shifting his ferocious gaze from me to the young lady.
"Is he to have any?" she asked, appealing to Heathcliff.
"Get it ready, will you?" was the answer, uttered so savagely that I started. The tone in which the words were said, revealed a ge-
