I listened, and tossed about, and, finally, dressed and descended.

It was too irksome to lie there, harassing my brain with a hundred idle misgivings.
I distinguished Mr.Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan.

He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.

I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders.

It drew him forth sooner than I expected.
He opened the door immediately, and said--'Nelly, come here--is it morning?
Come in with your light.' 'It is striking four,' I answered.