"Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?" I continued. "Think for yourself! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. And you say she's sick; and yet you leave her alone, up there in a strange house! You who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own sufferings; and she pitied them, too; but you won't pity hers! I shed tears, Master Heathcliff, you see-an elderly woman, and a servant merely-and you, after pretending such affection, and having reason to worship her almost, store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there quite at ease. Ah! you're a heartless, selfish boy!"

'Did she come to Wuthering Heights because she hated you?' I continued. 'Think! As to your money, she does not even know that you will have any. You say she's sick; and yet you leave her alone, up there in a strange house! She pitied your sufferings, but you won't pity hers! After pretending such affection, you store every tear you have for yourself, and lie there at ease. Ah! you're a heartless, selfish boy!'
