It was not the attorney.

My own sweet little mistress sprang on my neck sobbing, 'Ellen, Ellen! Is papa alive ?' 'Yes,' I cried: 'yes, my angel, he is, God be thanked, you are safe with us again!' She wanted to run, breathless as she was, up-stairs to Mr.Linton's room; but I compelled her to sit down on a chair, and made her drink, and washed her pale face, chafing it into a faint colour with my apron.

Then I said I must go first, and tell of her arrival; imploring her to say, she should be happy with young Heathcliff.

She stared, but soon comprehending why I counselled her to utter the falsehood, she assured me she would not complain.
I couldn't abide to be present at their meeting.

I stood outside the chamber-door a quarter of an hour, and hardly ventured near the bed, then.