Sit down and take your dinner with us; a guest that is safe from repeating his visit can generally be made welcome.

Catherine! bring the things in: where are you ?' Catherine reappeared, bearing a tray of knives and forks.
'You may get your dinner with Joseph,' muttered Heathcliff, aside, 'and remain in the kitchen till he is gone.' She obeyed his directions very punctually: perhaps she had no temptation to transgress.

Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better class of people when she meets them.
With Mr.Heathcliff, grim and saturnine, on the one hand, and Hareton, absolutely dumb, on the other, I made a somewhat cheerless meal, and bade adieu early.

I would have departed by the back way, to get a last glimpse of Catherine and annoy old Joseph; but Hareton received orders to lead up my horse, and my host himself escorted me to the door, so I could not fulfil my wish.
'How dreary life gets over in that house!' I reflected, while riding down the road.

'What a realisation of something more romantic than a fairy tale it would have been for Mrs.Linton Heathcliff, had she and I struck up an attachment, as her good nurse desired, and migrated together into the stirring atmosphere of the town!'.