'Why, sir, she is my late master's daughter: Catherine Linton was
her maiden name. I nursed her, poor thing! I did wish Mr.
Heathcliff would remove here, and then we might have been together
again.'

'What! Catherine Linton?' I exclaimed, astonished. But a minute's
reflection convinced me it was not my ghostly Catherine. Then,' I
continued, 'my predecessor's name was Linton?'

'It was.'

'And who is that Earnshaw: Hareton Earnshaw, who lives with Mr.
Heathcliff? Are they relations?'

'No; he is the late Mrs. Linton's nephew.'

'The young lady's cousin, then?'

'Yes; and her husband was her cousin also: one on the mother's,
the other on the father's side: Heathcliff married Mr. Linton's
sister.'

'I see the house at Wuthering Heights has "Earnshaw" carved over
the front door. Are they an old family?'

'Very old, sir; and Hareton is the last of them, as our Miss Cathy
is of us - I mean, of the Lintons. Have you been to Wuthering
Heights? I beg pardon for asking; but I should like to hear how
she is!'