"Whear the divil?" began the religious elder. "The Lord bless us! The Lord forgie us! Whear the _hell_ wold ye gang? ye marred, wearisome nowt! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a cham'er. There's not another hoile to lig down in i' th' hahse!"
I was so vexed, I flung my tray and its contents on the ground; and then seated myself at the stairs'-head, hid my face in my hands, and cried.

'Where the devil?' he began. 'The Lord bless us! Ye've seen all but Hareton's bit of a chamber. There's not another hole to lie down in i' th' house!'
I was so vexed, I flung my porridge on the ground; and then sat on the stairs and cried.
