Mention of Kenneth caused her to exclaim, instantly, that her health was perfect, and it was only Catherine's harshness which made her unhappy.
'How can you say I am harsh, you naughty fondling ?' cried the mistress, amazed at the unreasonable assertion.

'You are surely losing your reason.

When have I been hash, tell me ?' 'Yesterday,' sobbed Isabella, 'and now!' 'Yesterday!' said her sister-in-law.

'On what occasion ?' 'In our walk along the moor: you told me to ramble where I pleased, while you sauntered on with Mr.Heathcliff!' 'And that's your notion of harshness ?' said Catherine, laughing.

'It was no hint that your company was superfluous?
We didn't care 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.