'Na--ay! yah muh goa back whear yah coom frough.' 'Joseph!' cried a peevish voice, simultaneously with me, from the inner room.

'How often am I to call you?
There are only a few red ashes now.
Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear for this appeal.

The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible; one gone on an errand, and the other at his work, probably.

We knew Linton's tones, and entered.
'Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starved to death!' said the boy, mistaking our approach for that of his negligent attendant.
He stopped on observing his error: his cousin flew to him.
'Is that you, Miss Linton ?' he said, raising his head from the arm of the great chair, in which he reclined.

'No--don't kiss me: it takes my breath.