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296 direct him, with some slight coaxing. He’s a pretty little darling when he’s good. I’d make such a pet of him, if he were mine. We should never quarrel, should we, after we were used to each other? Don’t you like him, Ellen?” “Like him?” I exclaimed. “The worst-tempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into its teens! Happily, as Mr. Heathcliff conjectured, he’ll not win twenty! I doubt whether he’ll see spring, indeed. And small loss to his family whenever he drops off. And lucky it is for us that his father took him--the kinder he was treated, the more tedious and selfish he’d be! I’m glad you have no chance of having him for a husband, Miss Catherine.” My companion waxed serious at hearing this speech. To speak of his death so regardlessly wounded her feelings. “He’s younger than I,” she answered, after a protracted pause of meditation, “and he ought to live the longest: he will--he must live as long as I do. He’s as strong now as when he first came into the North, I’m positive of that. It’s only a cold that ails him, the same as Papa has. You say Papa will get better, and why shouldn’t he?” “Well, well,” I cried, “after all, we needn’t trouble ourselves; for listen, Miss--and mind, I’ll keep my word--if you attempt going to Wuthering Heights again, with or without me, I shall inform Mr. Linton, and, unless he allow it, the intimacy with your cousin must not be revived.” “It has been revived!” muttered Cathy sulkily. “Must not be continued, then,” I said. “We’ll see!” was her reply, and she set off at a gallop, leaving me to toil in the rear. We both reached home before our dinner-time; my master |
