"Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?" she said, with angry animation. "You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now-I see we shall-but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my resting-place, where I'm bound before spring is over! There it is: not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel-roof, but in the open air, with a head-stone; and you may please yourself whether you go to them or come to me!"
"Catherine, what have you done?" commenced the master. "Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch Heath-"

'Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?' she said angrily. 'You are always found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never! I suppose we shall have plenty of lamentations now - but they can't keep me from my narrow home out yonder: my resting-place, where I'm bound before spring is over! Not among the Lintons, mind, under the chapel-roof, but in the open air, with a head-stone; and you may please yourself whether you go to them or come to me!'
'Catherine, what have you done?' began the master. 'Am I nothing to you any more? Do you love that wretch Heath-'
