He watched the couple walking past the window. Earnshaw had his countenance completely averted from his companion. He seemed studying the familiar landscape with a stranger's and an artist's interest. Catherine took a sly look at him, expressing small admiration. She then turned her attention to seeking out objects of amusement for herself, and tripped merrily on, lilting a tune to supply the lack of conversation.
"I've tied his tongue," observed Heathcliff. "He'll not venture a single syllable all the time! Nelly, you recollect me at his age-nay, some years younger. Did I ever look so stupid: so 'gaumless,' as Joseph calls it?"
"Worse," I replied, "because more sullen with it."

He watched the couple walking past the window. Earnshaw had his face averted from his companion. Catherine took a sly glance at him, and then looked around her, singing to supply the lack of conversation.
'I've tied his tongue,' observed Heathcliff. 'He'll not say a single word now! Nelly, when I was his age, did I ever look so stupid and "gaumless?"'
'Worse,' I replied, 'because more sullen.'
