It was growing dark--we heard a sound of voices at the garden-gate.

Our host hurried out instantly: _he_ had his wits about him; _we_ had not.

There was a talk of two or three minutes, and he returned alone.
'I thought it had been your cousin Hareton,' I observed to Catherine.

'I wish he would arrive! Who knows but he might take our part ?' 'It was three servants sent to seek you from the Grange,' said Heathcliff, overhearing me.

'You should have opened a lattice and called out: but I could swear that chit is glad you didn't.