'Have you been looking for him, as I ordered ?' 'I sud more likker look for th' horse,' he replied.

'It 'ud be to more sense.

Bud I can look for norther horse nur man of a neeght loike this--as black as t' chimbley! und Heathcliff's noan t' chap to coom at _my_ whistle--happen he'll be less hard o' hearing wi' _ye_!' It _was_ a very dark evening for summer: the clouds appeared inclined to thunder, and I said we had better all sit down; the approaching rain would be certain to bring him home without further trouble.

However, Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquillity.

She kept wandering to and fro, from the gate to the door, in a state of agitation which permitted no repose; and at length took up a permanent situation on one side of the wall, near the road: where, heedless of my expostulations and the growling thunder, and the great drops that began to plash around her, she remained, calling at intervals, and then listening, and then crying outright.