his head to enjoy the agitation of the other disputant who stood behind.
"Hush, Master Heathcliff!" I said, "that's your father's tale too, I suppose."
"It isn't—you hold your tongue!" he answered, "she did, she did, Catherine, she did, she did!"
"Cathy, beside herself, gave the chair a violent push, and caused him to fall against one arm. He was immediately seized by a suffocating cough that soon ended his triumph.
It lasted so long, that it frightened even me. As to his cousin, she wept with all her might, aghast at the mischief she had done, though she said nothing.
I held him, till the fit exhausted itself. Then he thrust me away; and leant his head down, silently—Catherine quelled her lamentations also, took a seat opposite, and looked solemnly into the fire.
"How do you feel now, Master Heathcliff," I inquired after waiting ten minutes.
