Miss Linton regarded her sister-in-law with indignation.
“For shame! for shame!” she repeated angrily, “you are worse than twenty foes, you poisonous friend!”
“Ah, you won’t believe me, then?” said Catherine. “You think I speak from wicked selfishness?”
“I’m certain you do,” retorted Isabella; “and I shudder at you!”
“Good!” cried the other. “Try for yourself if that be your spirit: I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.”
“And I must suffer for her egotism!” she sobbed, as Mrs. Linton left the room. “All, all is against me; she has blighted my single consolation. But she uttered falsehoods, didn’t she? Mr. Heathcliff is not a fiend: he has an honourable soul, and a true one, or how could he remember her?”
“Banish him from your thoughts, miss,” I said. “He’s a bi
