'No, Heathcliff's a tough young fellow: he looks blooming to-day.

I've just seen him.

He's rapidly regaining flesh since he lost his better half.' 'Who is it, then, Mr.Kenneth ?' I repeated impatiently.
'Hindley Earnshaw! Your old friend Hindley,' he replied, 'and my wicked gossip: though he's been too wild for me this long while.

There! I said we should draw water.

But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.