I do regret, however, that he so little deserves the trouble: if I wished any blessing in the world, it was to find him a worthy object of pride; and I'm bitterly disappointed with the whey-faced, whining wretch!' While he was speaking, Joseph returned bearing a basin of milk-porridge, and placed it before Linton: who stirred round the homely mess with a look of aversion, and affirmed he could not eat it.

I saw the old man-servant shared largely in his master's scorn of the child; though he was compelled to retain the sentiment in his heart, because Heathcliff plainly meant his underlings to hold him in honour.
'Cannot ate it ?' repeated he, peering in Linton's face, and subduing his voice to a whisper, for fear of being overheard.

'But Maister Hareton nivir ate naught else, when he wer a little 'un; and what wer gooid enough for him's gooid enough for ye, I's rayther think!' 'I _sha'n't_ eat it!' answered Linton, snappishly.

'Take it away.' Joseph snatched up the food indignantly, and brought it to us.
'Is there aught ails th' victuals ?' he asked, thrusting the tray under Heathcliff's nose.
'What should ail them ?' he said.
'Wah!' answered Joseph, 'yon dainty chap says he cannut ate 'em.

But I guess it's raight! His mother wer just soa--we wer a'most too mucky to sow t' corn for makking her breead.' 'Don't mention his mother to me,' said the master, angrily.