"Oh! it's Maister _Hathecliff's_ ye're wanting?" cried he, as if making a new discovery. "Couldn't ye ha' said soa, at onst? un' then, I mud ha' telled ye, baht all this wark, that that's just one ye cannut see-he allas keeps it locked, un' nob'dy iver mells on't but hisseln."
"You've a nice house, Joseph," I could not refrain from observing, "and pleasant inmates; and I think the concentrated essence of all the madness in the world took up its abode in my brain the day I linked my fate with theirs! However, that is not to the present purpose-there are other rooms. For heaven's sake be quick, and let me settle somewhere!"

'Oh! it's Master Hathecliff's ye're wanting?' cried he, as if making a new discovery. 'Couldn't ye have said so? He allas keeps his locked, an' nobody ever goes in but hisself.'
'Well, there are other rooms. For heaven's sake, let me settle somewhere!'
