"'I beg your pardon,' I replied. 'But I loved Catherine too; and her brother requires attendance, which, for her sake, I shall supply. Now that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: Hindley has exactly her eyes, if you had not tried to gouge them out, and made them black and red; and her-'
"'Get up, wretched idiot, before I stamp you to death!' he cried, making a movement that caused me to make one also.
"'But then,' I continued, holding myself ready to flee, 'if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the ridiculous, contemptible, degrading title of Mrs. Heathcliff, she would soon have presented a similar picture! _She_ wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour quietly: her detestation and disgust must have found voice.'

'"I beg your pardon," I replied. "But I loved Catherine too; and I need to attend on her brother. Now, that she's dead, I see her in Hindley: he has exactly her eyes, if you had not tried to gouge them out, and her-"
'"Get up, wretched idiot, before I stamp you to death!" he cried.
'"But then," I continued, standing ready to flee, "if poor Catherine had trusted you, and assumed the ridiculous, degrading title of Mrs. Heathcliff, she wouldn't have borne your abominable behaviour! She would have voiced her hatred and disgust."
