There is no need to be frantic!' 'I know you didn't like him,' she answered, repressing a little the intensity of her delight.

'Yet, for my sake, you must be friends now.
Shall I tell him to come up ?' 'Here,' he said, 'into the parlour ?' 'Where else ?' she asked.
He looked vexed, and suggested the kitchen as a more suitable place for him.

Mrs.Linton eyed him with a droll expression--half angry, half laughing at his fastidiousness.
'No,' she added, after a while; 'I cannot sit in the kitchen.

Set two tables here, Ellen: one for your master and Miss Isabella, being gentry; the other for Heathcliff and myself, being of the lower orders.

Will that please you, dear?
Or must I have a fire lighted elsewhere?
If so, give directions.