"Oh, I'll turn the talk on my landlord's family!" I thought to myself. "A good subject to start—and that pretty girl—widow, I should like to know her history; whether she be a native of the country, or, as is more probable, an exotic that the surly indigenae will not recognise for kin."
With this intention I asked Mrs. Dean why Heathcliif let Thrushcross Grange, and preferred living in a situation and residence so much inferior.
"Is he not rich enough to keep the estate in good order?" I enquired.
"Rich sir!" she returned. "He has, nobody knows what money, and every year it increases. Yes, yes, he's rich enough to live in a finer house than this; but he's very near—close-handed; and, if he had meant to flit to Thrushcross Grange, as soon as he heard of a good tenant, he could not have borne to miss the chance of getting a few hundreds more. It
