Go up-stairs; I have something to say to Ellen Dean in private.

That's not the way: up-stairs, I tell you! Why, this is the road upstairs, child!' He seized, and thrust her from the room; and returned muttering--'I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.' 'Do you understand what the word pity means ?' I said, hastening to resume my bonnet.

'Did you ever feel a touch of it in your life ?' 'Put that down!' he interrupted, perceiving my intention to depart.

'You are not going yet.

Come here now, Nelly: I must either persuade or compel you to aid me in fulfilling my determination to see Catherine, and that without delay.