"Take the road you came," she answered, ensconcing herself in a chair, with a candle, and the long book open before her. "It is brief advice; but, as sound as I can give."
"Then, if you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog, or a pit full of snow, your conscience wont whisper that it is partly your fault?"
"How so? I cannot escort you. They wouldn't let me go to the end of the garden-wall."
"You! I should be sorry to ask you to cross the threshold, for my convenience, on such a night," I cried. "I want you to tell me my way, not to show it; or else to persuade Mr. Heathcliff to give me a guide."
"Who? There is himself, Earnshaw, Zillah, Joseph, and I. Which would you have?"
"Are there no boys at the farm?"
"No, those are all."
"Then, it follows that I am compelled to stay."
