"We have none," he answered; "you must wait on yourself!"
"Where must I sleep, then?" I sobbed; I was beyond regarding self-respect, weighed down by fatigue and wretchedness.
"Joseph will show you Heathcliff's chamber," said he; "open that door-he's in there."
I was going to obey, but he suddenly arrested me, and added in the strangest tone-"Be so good as to turn your lock, and draw your bolt-don't omit it!"
"Well!" I said. "But why, Mr. Earnshaw?" I did not relish the notion of deliberately fastening myself in with Heathcliff.

'We have none,' he answered; 'you must wait on yourself!'
'Where must I sleep, then?' I sobbed.
'Joseph will show you Heathcliff's chamber,' said he. Then he added in the strangest tone - 'Be so good as to lock your door and bolt it!'
'Why, Mr. Earnshaw?'
