feet, and his agitation was so extreme, that he could hardly pick it up.
"It is only your guest, slr," I called out, desirous to spare him the humiliation of exposing his cowardice further. "I had the misfortune to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I disturbed you."
"Oh, God confound you, Mr. Lockwood! I wish you were at the—" commenced my host setting the candle on a chair, because he found it impossible to hold it steady.
"And who showed you up to this room?" he continued, crushing his nails into his palms, and grinding his teeth to subdue the maxillary convulsions. "Who was it? I've a good mind to turn them out of the house, this moment!"
"It was your servant, Zillah," I replied flinging myself, on to the floor, and rapidly resuming my garments. "I should not care if you did, Mr. Heathcliff; she richly deserves
