"Aha, Ellen!"she cried gaily, jumping up and running to my side. "I shall have a pretty story to tell tonight: and so you've found me out. Have you ever been here in your life before?"
"Put that hat on, and home at once,"said I. "I'm dreadfully grieved at you, Miss Cathy: you've done extremely wrong. It's no use pouting and crying: that won't repay the trouble I've had, scouring the country after you. To think how Mr Linton charged me to keep you in; and you stealing off so! it shows you are a, cunning little fox, and nobody will put faith in you any more.来源：www.examda.com
"What have I done?' sobbed she, instantly checked. "Papa charged me nothing: he'll not scold me, Ellen——he's never cross, like you!"
"Come, come!" I repeated. "I'll tie the riband. Now, let us have no petulance. Oh, for shame! You thirteen years old, and such a baby!"
This exclamation was caused by her pushing the hat from her head, and retreating to the chimney out of my reach.
"Nay,"said the servant, "don't be hard on the bonny lass, Mrs Dean. We made her stop: she'd fain have ridden forwards, afeard you should be uneasy. But Hareton offered to go with her, and I thought he should: it's a wild road over the hills."
Hareton, during the discussion, stood with his hands in his pockets, too awkward to speak; though he looked as if he did not relish my intrusion.
"How long am I to wait?" I continued, disregarding the woman's interference. "It will be dark in ten minutes. Where is the pony, Miss Cathy? And where is Phoenix? I shall leave you, unless you be quick; so please yourself."
"The pony is in the yard,' she replied, `and Phoenix is shut in there. He's bitten——and so is Charlie. I was going to tell you all about it; but you are in a bad temper, and don't deserve to hear."
I picked up her hat, and approached to reinstate it; but perceiving that the people of the house took her part, she commenced capering round the room; and on my giving chase, ran like a mouse over and under and behind the furniture, rendering it ridiculous for me to pursue. Hareton and the woman laughed, and she joined them, and waxed more impertinent still; till I cried, in great irritation:来源：www.examda.com
"Well, Miss Cathy, if you were aware whose house this is, you'd be glad enough to get out.
"It's your father's, isn't it?' said she, turning to Hareton. `Nay,' he replied, looking down, and blushing bashfully.
He could not stand a steady gaze from her eyes, though they were just his own.
"Whose then——your master's?"she asked.
He coloured deeper, with a different feeling, muttered an oath, and turned away.
"Who is his master?"continued the tiresome girl, appealing to me. `He talked about "our house'', and "our folk''. I thought he had been the owner's son. And he never said, Miss; he should have done, shouldn't he, if he's a servant?'
Hareton grew black as a thunder cloud, at this childish speech. I silently shook my questioner, and at last succeeded in equipping her for departure.
"Now, get my horse," she said, addressing her unknown kinsman as she would one of the stable-boys at the Grange. "And you may come with me. I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh, and to hear about the fairishes, as you call them: but make haste! What's the matter? Get my horse, I say.
"I'll see thee damned before I be thy servant!' growled the lad. "You'll see me what?"asked Catherine in surprise. "Damned——thou saucy witch!"he replied.
"There, Miss Cathy! you see you have got into pretty company, I interposed. "Nice words to be used to a young lady! Pray don't begin to dispute with him. Come, let us seek for Minny ourselves, and begone."
"But, Ellen,"cried she, staring, fixed in astonishment, "how dare he speak so to me? Mustn't he be made to do as I ask him? You wicked creature, I shall tell papa what you said.——Now, then!"来源：www.examda.com
Hareton did not appear to feel this threat; so the tears sprang into her eyes with indignation. "You bring the pony,"she exclaimed, turning to the woman, "and let my dog free this moment!"
"Softly, miss,"answered the addressed: "you'll lose nothing by being civil. Though Mr Hareton, there, be not the master's son, he's your cousin; and I was never hired to serve you"
"He my cousin!' cried Cathy, with a scornful laugh. "Yes, indeed,"responded her reprover.
"Oh, Ellen! don't let them say such things,"she pursued, in great trouble. `Papa is gone to fetch my cousin from London: my cousin is a gentleman's son. That my"——she stopped, and wept outright; upset at the bare notion of relationship with such a clown.
