You say she never mentions my name, and that I am never mentioned to her.

To whom should she mention me if I am a forbidden topic in the house?
She thinks you are all spies for her husband.

Oh, I've no doubt she's in hell among you! I guess by her silence, as much as anything, what she feels.

You say she is often restless, and anxious-looking: is that a proof of tranquillity?
You talk of her mind being unsettled.

How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation?
And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from _duty_ and _humanity_! From _pity_ and _charity_! He might as well plant an oak in a flower-pot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares?
Let us settle it at once: will you stay here, and am I to fight my way to Catherine over Linton and his footman?
Or will you be my friend, as you have been hitherto, and do what I request?
Decide! because there is no reason for my lingering another minute, if you persist in your stubborn ill-nature!' Well, Mr.Lockwood, I argued and complained, and flatly refused him fifty times; but in the long run he forced me to an agreement.