she thrust the hearth-brush into the grates in mistake for the poker; and mal-appropriated several other articles of her craft; but I retired, confiding in her energy for a resting-place against my return.
Wuthering Heights was the goal of my proposed excursion. An after-thought brought me back, when I had quitted the court.
"All well at the Heights?" I enquired of the woman.
"Eea, f'r owt Ee knaw!" she answered, skurrying away with a pan of hot cinders.
I would have asked why Mrs. Dean had deserted the Grange; but it was impossible to delay her at such a crisis, so, I turned away and made my exit, rambling leisurely along with the glow of a sinking sun behind, and the mild glory of a rising moon in front; one fading, and the other brightening, as I quitted the park, and climbed the stony by-road branching off to Mr. Heathcliff's dwelling.
Before I arrived in sight of it, all that re-