She was about to insist, when the entrance of Joseph finished our conversation; and Catherine removed her seat to a corner, and nursed Hareton, while I made the supper. Hindley; and we didnt settle it till all was nearly cold. Then we came to the agreement that we would let him ask, if he wanted any; for we feared particularly to go into http://www.cashbonus.org/payday-loans-ok his presence when he had been some time alone.
“And how isnt that nowt comed in fro th field, be this time? What is he about? girt idle seeght!” demanded the old man, looking round for Heathcliff.
Its surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors, or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hay-loft
I went and called, but got no answer. On returning, I whispered to Catherine that he had heard a good part of what she said, I was sure; and told how I saw him quit the kitchen just as she complained of her brothers conduct regarding him. She jumped up in a fine fright, flung Hareton on to the settle, and ran to seek for her friend herself; not taking leisure to consider why she was so flurried, or how her talk would have affected him. She was absent such a while that Joseph proposed we should wait no longer. He cunningly conjectured they were staying away in order to avoid hearing his protracted blessing. They were “ill eneugh for ony fahl manners,” he affirmed. And on their behalf he added that night a special prayer to the usual quarter-of-an-hours supplication before meat, and would have tacked another to the end of the grace, had not his young mistress broken in upon him with a hurried command that he must run down the road, and, wherever Heathcliff had rambled, find and make him re-enter directly!
“I want to speak to him, and I must, before I go upstairs,” she said. “And the gate is open: he is somewhere out of hearing; for he would not reply, though I shouted at the top of the fold as loud as I could.”
Joseph objected at first; she was too much in earnest, however, to suffer contradiction; and at last he placed his hat on his head, and walked grumbling forth. Meantime, Catherine paced up and down the floor, exclaiming-“I wonder where he is-I wonder where he can be! What did I say, Nelly? Was he vexed at my bad humour this afternoon? Dear! tell me what Ive said to grieve him? I do wish hed come. I do wish he would!”
“What a noise for nothing!” I cried, though rather uneasy myself. “What a trifle scares you! Ill engage hes lurking there. See if I dont ferret him out!”
“Yon lad gets war und war!” observed he on re-entering. “Hes left th gate at t full swing, and Misss pony has trodden dahn two rigs o corn, and plottered through, raight oer into t meadow! Hahsomdiver, t maister ull play t devil to-morn, and hell do weel. Hes patience itsseln wi sich careless, offald craters-patience itsseln he is! Bud hell not be soa allus-yahs see, all on ye! Yah munnt drive him out of his heead for nowt!”
“I sud more likker look for th horse,” he replied. “It ud be to more sense. Bud I can look for norther horse nur man of a neeght loike this-as black as t chimbley! und Heathcliffs noan t chap to coom at my whistle-happen hell be less hard o hearing wi ye!”