Her cousin had shrunk into a corner of the settle, as quiet as a mouse, congratulating himself, I dare say, that the correction had alighted on another than him.

Mr.Heathcliff, perceiving us all confounded, rose, and expeditiously made the tea himself.

The cups and saucers were laid ready.

He poured it out, and handed me a cup.
'Wash away your spleen,' he said.

'And help your own naughty pet and mine.