"I can't speak to you," he murmured, "you've hurt me so, that I shall lie awake all night, choking with this cough! If you had it you'd know what it was—but you'll be comfortably asleep, while I'm in agony—and nobody near me! I wonder how you would like to pass those fearful nights!" And he began to wail aloud for very pity of himself.
"Since you are in the habit of passing dreadful nights," I said, "it wont be Miss who spoils your ease; you'd be the same, had she never come—However, she shall not disturb you, again—and perhaps, you'll get quieter when we leave you."
"Must I go?" asked Catherine dolefully, bending over him. "Do you want me to go, Linton?"
"You can^t alter what you've done?" he replied pettishly, shrinking from her, "unless you alter it for the worse, by teasing me into a fever!"
