He leant against the side, and held his fingers on the latch as if intending to open for himself.

'Who can it be ?' I thought.

'Mr.Earnshaw?
Oh, no! The voice has no resemblance to his.' 'I have waited here an hour,' he resumed, while I continued staring; 'and the whole of that time all round has been as still as death.

I dared not enter.

You do not know me?
Look, I'm not a stranger!' A ray fell on his features; the cheeks were sallow, and half covered with black whiskers; the brows lowering, the eyes deep-set and singular.