with unchristian ferocity; and, if you mention coming here to him, he'll put a veto on your visits altogether. Therefore, you must not mention it, unless you be careless of seeing your cousin hereafter—you may come, if you will, but you must not mention it."
"Why did you quarrel?" asked Catherine, considerably crest-fallen.
"He thought me too poor to wed his sister," answered Heathcliff, "and was grieved that I got her—his pride was hurt, and he'll never forgive it."
"That's wrong!" said the young lady: "sometime, I'll tell him so; but Linton and I have no share in your quarrel. I'll not come here, then, he shall come to the Grange."
"It will be too far for me," murmured her cousin, "to walk four miles would kill me. No, come here, Miss Catherine, now and then, not every morning, but once or twice a week."
The father launched towards his son a glance of bitter contempt.
