"He spelt, and drawled over by syllables, the name-'Hareton Earnshaw.'
"'And the figures?' I cried, encouragingly, perceiving that he came to a dead halt.
"'I cannot tell them yet,' he answered.
"'Oh, you dunce!' I said, laughing heartily at his failure.
"The fool stared, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes, as if uncertain whether he might not join in my mirth: whether it were not pleasant familiarity, or what it really was, contempt. I settled his doubts, by suddenly retrieving my gravity and desiring him to walk away, for I came to see Linton, not him. He reddened-I saw that by the moonlight-dropped his hand from the latch, and skulked off, a picture of mortified vanity. He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose, because he could spell his own name; and was marvellously discomfited that I didn't think the same."

'He spelt over by syllables, the name "Hareton Earnshaw."
'"And the figures?" I cried.
'"I cannot tell them yet," he answered.
'"Oh, you dunce!" I said, laughing heartily.
'The fool stared uncertainly, with a grin hovering about his lips, and a scowl gathering over his eyes. I asked him to walk away, for I came to see Linton, not him. He reddened and skulked off, a picture of mortified vanity. He imagined himself to be as accomplished as Linton, I suppose, because he could spell his own name.'
