"He told me to begone as fast as I could," she answered. "But he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him."
"How?" he inquired.
"Why, almost bright and cheerful. No, _almost_ nothing-_very much_ excited, and wild, and glad!" she replied.
"Night-walking amuses him, then," I remarked, affecting a careless manner: in reality as surprised as she was, and anxious to ascertain the truth of her statement; for to see the master looking glad would not be an every-day spectacle. I framed an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the open door; he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.

'He told me to begone as fast as I could,' she answered. 'But he looked so different to usual that I stopped to stare at him.'
'Different? How?'
'Why, almost bright and cheerful. No, almost nothing - very much excited, and wild, and glad!' she replied.
'Night-walking amuses him, then,' I remarked, affecting a careless manner, but really as surprised as she was, for to see the master looking glad would not be an everyday sight.
I made an excuse to go in. Heathcliff stood at the door; he was pale, and he trembled: yet, certainly, he had a strange joyful glitter in his eyes, that altered the aspect of his whole face.
