Грозовий перевал
Chapter 19
JosephhadfulladvancedthroughthekitchenasIutteredthesewords,andnowpresentedhimselfinthehall.HewasdonnedinhisSundaygarments,withhismostsanctimoniousandsourestface,and,holdinghishatinonehandandhisstickintheother,heproceededtocleanhisshoesonthemat.
"Goodevening,Joseph,"Isaidcoldly."Whatbusinessbringsyouhereto-night?"
"It’sMaisterLintonImunspaketo,"heanswered,wavingmedisdainfullyaside.
"Mr.Lintonisgoingtobed;unlessyouhavesomethingparticulartosay,I’msurehewon’thearitnow,"Icontinued."Youhadbettersitdowninthere,andentrustyourmessagetome."
"Whichishisrahm?"pursuedthefellow,surveyingtherangeofcloseddoors.
Iperceivedhewasbentonrefusingmymediation,soveryreluctantlyIwentuptothelibrary,andannouncedtheunseasonablevisitor,advisingthatheshouldbedismissedtillnextday.Mr.Lintonhadnottimetoempowermetodoso,forJosephmountedcloseatmyheels,andpushingintotheapartment,plantedhimselfatthefarsideofthetable,withhistwofistsclappedontheheadofhisstick,andbeganinanelevatedtone,asifanticipatingopposition:
"Hathecliffhassentmeforhislad,andImunn’tgoback‘bouthim."
