"In what apartment is it?" I asked.
"Oh," he cried, "I shan't tell _you_ where it is. It is our secret. Nobody, neither Hareton nor Zillah, is to know. There! you've tired me-go away, go away!" And he turned his face on to his arm, and shut his eyes again.

'In what room is it?' I asked.
'Oh,' he cried, 'I shan't tell you. Nobody is to know. You've tired me - go away!' And he shut his eyes again.
