"By no means!" cried Mrs. Linton in answer. "I won't be named a dog in the manger again. You _shall_ stay: now then! Heathcliff, why don't you evince satisfaction at my pleasant news? Isabella swears that the love Edgar has for me is nothing to that she entertains for you. I'm sure she made some speech of the kind; did she not, Ellen? And she has fasted ever since the day before yesterday's walk, from sorrow and rage that I despatched her out of your society under the idea of its being unacceptable."
"I think you belie her," said Heathcliff, twisting his chair to face them. "She wishes to be out of my society now, at any rate!"

'By no means!' cried Mrs. Linton. 'You shall stay! Heathcliff, why aren't you pleased? Isabella swears that the love Edgar has for me is nothing to that she has for you.'
