Hareton, during the discussion, stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak; though he looked as if he did not relish my intrusion.
"How long am I to wait?" I continued, disregarding the woman's interference. "It will be dark in ten minutes. Where is the pony, Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? I shall leave you, unless you be quick; so please yourself."
"The pony is in the yard," she replied, "and Phoenix is shut in there. He's bitten-and so is Charlie. I was going to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear."

Hareton stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak.
'How long am I to wait?' I continued, ignoring the woman's interference. 'It will be dark in ten minutes. Where is the pony, Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? Be quick!'
'The pony is in the yard,' she replied, 'and Phoenix is shut in there. He's been bitten - and so has Charlie. I was going to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear.'
