regarded my request? Did she come across you on purpose?"
"What is it to you?" he growled, "I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses, and you have no right to object—I'm not your husband you needn't be jealous of me!"
"I'm not jealous of you;" replied the mistress, I'm jealous for you. Clear your face, you shan't scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But, do you like her, tell the truth, Heathcliff? There, you wont answer. I'm certain you don't!"
"And would Mr. Linton approve of his sister marrying that man?" I inquired.
"Mr. Linton should approve," returned my lady decisively.
"He might spare himself the trouble," said Heathcliff, "I could do as well without his approbation—And, as to you, Catherine, I have a mind to speak a few words, now, while we are at it—I want you to be aware that I know you have treated me infernally—infer-
