interrupted; ‘you’ll disorder the handkerchief I have tied round your face, and make the cut bleed again. Drink your tea, and take breath, and give over laughing: laughter is sadly out of place under this roof, and in your condition!’

‘An undeniable truth,’ she replied. ‘Listen to that child! It maintains a constant wail - send it out of my hearing for an hour; I sha’n’t stay any longer.’

I rang the bell, and committed it to a servant’s care; and then I inquired what had urged her to escape from Wuthering Heights in such an unlikely plight, and where she meant to go, as she refused remaining with us.

‘I ought, and I wished to remain,’ answered she, ‘to cheer Edgar and take care