Then,' I continued, 'my predecessor's name was Linton ?' 'It was.' 'And who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr.
Heathcliff?
Are they relations ?' 'No; he is the late Mrs.Linton's nephew.' 'The young lady's cousin, then ?' 'Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's, the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr.Linton's sister.' 'I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over the front door.

Are they an old family ?' 'Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy is of us--I mean, of the Lintons.

Have you been to Wuthering Heights?
I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how she is!' 'Mrs.Heathcliff?
she looked very well, and very handsome; yet, I think, not very happy.' 'Oh dear, I don't wonder! And how did you like the master ?' 'A rough fellow, rather, Mrs.Dean.

Is not that his character?
'Rough as a saw-edge, and hard as whinstone! The less you meddle with him the better.' 'He must have had some ups and downs in life to make him such a churl.

Do you know anything of his history ?' 'It's a cuckoo's, sir--I know all about it: except where he was born, and who were his parents, and how he got his money at first.