‘Is uncle?’ he continued.
‘No, I shall be your companion there,’ I said.
Linton sank back on his pillow and fell into a brown study.
‘I won’t go without uncle,’ he cried at length: ‘I can’t tell where you mean to take me.’
I attempted to persuade him of the naughtiness of showing reluctance to meet his father; still he obstinately resisted any progress towards dressing, and I had to call for my master’s assistance in coaxing him out of bed. The poor thing was finally got off, with several delusive assurances that his absence should be short: that Mr. Edgar and Cathy would visit him, and other promises, equally ill-founded, which I invented and reiterated