"And I never knew such a fainthearted creature," added the woman; "nor one so careful of hisseln. He _will_ go on, if I leave the window open a bit late in the evening. Oh! it's killing, a breath of night air! And he must have a fire in the middle of summer; and Joseph's bacca-pipe is poison; and he must always have sweets and dainties, and always milk, milk for ever-heeding naught how the rest of us are pinched in winter; and there he'll sit, wrapped in his furred cloak in his chair by the fire, with some toast and water or other slop on the hob to sip at; and if Hareton, for pity, comes to amuse him-Hareton is not bad-natured, though he's rough-they're sure to part, one swearing and the other crying. I believe the master would relish Earnshaw's thrashing him to a mummy, if he were not his son; and I'm certain he would be fit to turn him out of doors, if he knew half the nursing he gives hisseln. But then he won't go into danger of temptation: he never enters the parlour, and should Linton show those ways in the house where he is, he sends him upstairs directly."

'And I never knew such a fainthearted, fussy creature,' added the woman. 'He will go on, if I leave the window open in the evening. Oh! it's killing, a breath of night air! And he must have a fire in the middle of summer; and he must always have sweets, and milk, milk for ever, and never mind the rest of us. There he'll sit, wrapped in his fur cloak in his chair by the fire, with some toast and water; and if Hareton comes to amuse him - Hareton is not bad-natured, though he's rough - they're sure to part with one swearing and the other crying. Heathcliff stays away from him.'
