He is not tolerably well, as he told me to tell papa; but he's better, very likely.' 'There you differ with me, Miss Cathy,' I remarked; 'I should conjecture him to be far worse.' Linton here started from his slumber in bewildered terror, and asked if any one had called his name.
'No,' said Catherine; 'unless in dreams.

I cannot conceive how you manage to doze out of doors, in the morning.' 'I thought I heard my father,' he gasped, glancing up to the frowning nab above us.

'You are sure nobody spoke ?' 'Quite sure,' replied his cousin.

'Only Ellen and I were disputing concerning your health.

Are you truly stronger, Linton, than when we separated in winter?
If you be, I'm certain one thing is not stronger--your regard for me: speak,--are you ?' The tears gushed from Linton's eyes as he answered, 'Yes, yes, I am!' And, still under the spell of the imaginary voice, his gaze wandered up and down to detect its owner.
Cathy rose.