"_Bed-rume_!" he repeated, in a tone of mockery. "Yah's see all t' _bed-rumes_ thear is-yon's mine."
He pointed into the second garret, only differing from the first in being more naked about the walls, and having a large, low, curtainless bed, with an indigo-coloured quilt, at one end.
"What do I want with yours?" I retorted. "I suppose Mr. Heathcliff does not lodge at the top of the house, does he?"

'Bed-room!' he repeated, in a tone of mockery. 'Yah see all t' bedrooms there is - yon's mine.' He pointed into the second garret.
'What do I want with yours? Mr. Heathcliff does not sleep up here, does he?'
