"Yes," she answered; "because he always made such a great deal of his sufferings, you know. He is not tolerably well, as he told me to tell papa; but he's better, very likely."
"There you differ with me, Miss Cathy," I remarked; "I should conjecture him to be far worse."
Linton here started from his slumber in bewildered terror, and asked if any one had called his name.
"No," said Catherine; "unless in dreams. I cannot conceive how you manage to doze out of doors, in the morning."
"I thought I heard my father," he gasped, glancing up to the frowning nab above us. "You are sure nobody spoke?"

'Yes,' she answered; 'because he always made such a great deal of his sufferings. He is not completely well, but he's better, very likely.'
'There you differ with me, Miss Cathy,' I remarked; 'I should say he is far worse.'
Linton started from his slumber in bewildered terror, and asked if anyone had called his name.
'I thought I heard my father,' he gasped, glancing around. 'You are sure nobody spoke?'
