I hope you are satisfied, Miss Cathy, that you are not the person to benefit him; and that his condition of health is not occasioned by attachment to you.

Now, then, there he is! Come away: as soon as he knows there is nobody by to care for his nonsense, he'll be glad to lie still.' She placed a cushion under his head, and offered him some water; he rejected the latter, and tossed uneasily on the former, as if it were a stone or a block of wood.

She tried to put it more comfortably.
'I can't do with that,' he said; 'it's not high enough.' Catherine brought another to lay above it.
'That's too high,' murmured the provoking thing.
'How must I arrange it, then ?' she asked despairingly.
He twined himself up to her, as she half knelt by the settle, and converted her shoulder into a support.
'No, that won't do,' I said.

'You'll be content with the cushion, Master Heathcliff.

Miss has wasted too much time on you already: we cannot remain five minutes longer.' 'Yes, yes, we can!' replied Cathy.