Ask him, Ellen.' 'Mr.Hareton will ask the master to send you up-stairs, if you don't behave!' I said.

He had not only twitched his shoulder but clenched his fist, as if tempted to use it.
'I know why Hareton never speaks, when I am in the kitchen,' she exclaimed, on another occasion.

'He is afraid I shall laugh at him.
Ellen, what do you think?
He began to teach himself to read once; and, because I laughed, he burned his books, and dropped it: was he not a fool ?' 'Were not you naughty ?' I said; 'answer me that.' 'Perhaps I was,' she went on; 'but I did not expect him to be so silly.
Hareton, if I gave you a book, would you take it now?
I'll try!' She placed one she had been perusing on his hand; he flung it off, and muttered, if she did not give over, he would break her neck.
'Well, I shall put it here,' she said, 'in the table-drawer; and I'm going to bed.' Then she whispered me to watch whether he touched it, and departed.

But he would not come near it; and so I informed her in the morning, to her great disappointment.

I saw she was sorry for his persevering sulkiness and indolence: her conscience reproved her for frightening him off improving himself: she had done it effectually.