Грозовий перевал
Chapter 18
"Nay,"saidtheservant,"don’tbehardonthebonnylass,Mrs.Dean.Wemadeherstop:she’dfainhaveriddenforwards,afeardyoushouldbeuneasy.Haretonofferedtogowithher,andIthoughtheshould:it’sawildroadoverthehills."
Hareton,duringthediscussion,stoodwithhishandsinhispockets,tooawkwardtospeak;thoughhelookedasifhedidnotrelishmyintrusion.
"HowlongamItowait?"Icontinued,disregardingthewoman’sinterference."Itwillbedarkintenminutes.Whereisthepony,MissCathy?AndwhereisPhoenix?Ishallleaveyou,unlessyoubequick;sopleaseyourself."
"Theponyisintheyard,"shereplied,"andPhoenixisshutinthere.He’sbitten—andsoisCharlie.Iwasgoingtotellyouallaboutit;butyouareinabadtemper,anddon’tdeservetohear."
Ipickedupherhat,andapproachedtoreinstateit;butperceivingthatthepeopleofthehousetookherpart,shecommencedcaperingroundtheroom;andonmygivingchase,ranlikeamouseoverandunderandbehindthefurniture,renderingitridiculousformetopursue.Haretonandthewomanlaughed,andshejoinedthem,andwaxedmoreimpertinentstill;tillIcried,ingreatirritation:
"Well,MissCathy,ifyouwereawarewhosehousethisis,you’dbegladenoughtogetout."
"It’syourfather’s,isn’tit?"saidshe,turningtoHareton.
"Nay,"hereplied,lookingdown,andblushingbashfully.Hecouldnotstandasteadygazefromhereyes,thoughtheywerejusthisown.
"Whosethen—yourmaster’s?"sheasked.
