'What a trifle scares you! It's surely no great cause of alarm that Heathcliff should take a moonlight saunter on the moors, or even lie too sulky to speak to us in the hay-loft.

I'll engage he's lurking there.

See if I don't ferret him out!' I departed to renew my search; its result was disappointment, and Joseph's quest ended in the same.
'Yon lad gets war und war!' observed he on re-entering.

'He's left th' gate at t' full swing, and Miss's pony has trodden dahn two rigs o' corn, and plottered through, raight o'er into t' meadow! Hahsomdiver, t' maister 'ull play t' devil to-morn, and he'll do weel.

He's patience itsseln wi' sich careless, offald craters--patience itsseln he is! Bud he'll not be soa allus--yah's see, all on ye! Yah mun'n't drive him out of his heead for nowt!' 'Have you found Heathcliff, you ass ?' interrupted Catherine.