whether you kept with us or not; I merely thought Heathcliff's talk would have nothing entertaining for your ears."
"Oh, no," wept the young lady, "you wished me away, because you knew I liked to be there!"
"Is she sane?" asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. "I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you."
"I don't mind the conversation," she answered: "I wanted to be with—"
"Well!" said Catherine, perceiving her hesitate to complete the sentence.
"With him; and I wont be always sent off!" she continued, kindling up. "You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!"
"You are an impertinent little monkey!" exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in surprise. "But I'll not believe this idiocy! It is impossible that you can covet the admiration of Heathcliff
