I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration, resembling a groan. He muttered detached words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul. I had not courage to walk straight into the apartment; but I desired to divert him from his reverie, and therefore fell foul of the kitchen fire, stirred it, and began to scrape the cinders. It drew him forth sooner than I expected. He opened the door immediately, and said-"Nelly, come here-is it morning? Come in with your light."
"It is striking four," I answered. "You want a candle to take upstairs: you might have lit one at this fire."
"No, I don't wish to go upstairs," he said. "Come in, and kindle _me_ a fire, and do anything there is to do about the room."

I heard Mr. Heathcliff's step, restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deeply drawn breath, resembling a groan. He muttered words also; the only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering; and spoken as one would speak to a person present; low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.
I had not courage to walk straight into the room; but to divert him, I stirred the kitchen fire, and scraped the embers. He opened the door immediately, and said, 'Nelly - is it morning? Come in with your light.'
'It is striking four,' I answered. 'You want a candle to take upstairs.'
'No, I don't wish to go upstairs,' he said. 'Come in, and kindle me a fire.'
