But ere he had crossed the door-stones, Mr.Heathcliff, coming up the causeway, encountered him, and laying hold of his shoulder asked,--'What's to do now, my lad ?' 'Naught, naught,' he said, and broke away to enjoy his grief and anger in solitude.
Heathcliff gazed after him, and sighed.
'It will be odd if I thwart myself,' he muttered, unconscious that I was behind him.

'But when I look for his father in his face, I find _her_ every day more! How the devil is he so like?
I can hardly bear to see him.' He bent his eyes to the ground, and walked moodily in.

There was a restless, anxious expression in his countenance.

I had never remarked there before; and he looked sparer in person.

His daughter-in-law, on perceiving him through the window, immediately escaped to the kitchen, so that I remained alone.
'I'm glad to see you out of doors again, Mr.Lockwood,' he said, in reply to my greeting; 'from selfish motives partly: I don't think I could readily supply your loss in this desolation.