"No-I have to scold them every evening for their late rambles: but they don't care for me. At least, have a drink of our old ale; it will do you good: you seem weary."
She hastened to fetch it before I could refuse, and I heard Joseph asking whether "it warn't a crying scandal that she should have followers at her time of life? And then, to get them jocks out o' t' maister's cellar! He fair shaamed to 'bide still and see it."
She did not stay to retaliate, but re-entered in a minute, bearing a reaming silver pint, whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness. And afterwards she furnished me with the sequel of Heathcliff's history. He had a "queer" end, as she expressed it.

'No - they like their late rambles. Have a drink of our old ale; it will do you good.'
She hastened to fetch it. I heard Joseph asking whether it 'weren't a crying shame that she should have fellers at her time of life?' She did not retaliate, but re-entered bearing a foaming silver pint. Then she told me the sequel of Heathcliff's history. He had a 'queer' end, as she expressed it.
