I asked, as he departed, if he went to Gimmerton?
'No, to Wuthering Heights,' he answered: 'Mr.Earnshaw invited me, when I called this morning.' Mr.Earnshaw invited _him_! and _he_ called on Mr.Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone.

Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak?
I mused: I had a presentiment in the bottom of my heart that he had better have remained away.
About the middle of the night, I was wakened from my first nap by Mrs.
Linton gliding into my chamber, taking a seat on my bedside, and pulling me by the hair to rouse me.
'I cannot rest, Ellen,' she said, by way of apology.

'And I want some living creature to keep me company in my happiness! Edgar is sulky, because I'm glad of a thing that does not interest him: he refuses to open his mouth, except to utter pettish, silly speeches; and he affirmed I was cruel and selfish for wishing to talk when he was so sick and sleepy.

He always contrives to be sick at the least cross! I gave a few sentences of commendation to Heathcliff, and he, either for a headache or a pang of envy, began to cry: so I got up and left him.' 'What use is it praising Heathcliff to him ?' I answered.

'As lads they had an aversion to each other, and Heathcliff would hate just as much to hear him praised: it's human nature.