to the table,” interrupted Linton, striving to preserve his ordinary tone, and a due measure of politeness. “ Mr. Heathcliff will have a long walk, wherever he may lodge tonight; and I’m thirsty.”
She took her post before the urn; and Miss Isabella came, summoned by the bell; then, having handed their chairs forward, I left the room. The meal hardly endured ten minutes. Catherine’s cup was never filled: she could neither eat nor drink. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer, and scarcely swallowed a mouthful. Their guest did not protract his stay that evening above an hour longer. I asked, as he departed, if he went to Gimmerton?
“No, to Wuthering Heights,” he answered: “ Mr. Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.”
Mr. Earnshaw invited him ! and he called on Mr. Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.