Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear for this appeal. The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible; one gone on an errand, and the other at his work, probably. We knew Linton's tones, and entered.
"Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starved to death!" said the boy, mistaking our approach for that of his negligent attendant.
He stopped on observing his error: his cousin flew to him.

A resolute stare into the grate showed that Joseph had no ear for this appeal. The housekeeper and Hareton were invisible. We knew Linton's voice, and entered.
'Oh, I hope you'll die in a garret, starving!' said the boy, mistaking our approach for Joseph's. He stopped on seeing us: his cousin flew to him.
