each of you, nearly enough; and you'll need half-an-hour's
donning.'

I waited five minutes, but getting no answer left him. Catherine
supped with her brother and sister-in-law: Joseph and I joined at
an unsociable meal, seasoned with reproofs on one side and
sauciness on the other. His cake and cheese remained on the table
all night for the fairies. He managed to continue work till nine
o'clock, and then marched dumb and dour to his chamber. Cathy sat
up late, having a world of things to order for the reception of her
new friends: she came into the kitchen once to speak to her old
one; but he was gone, and she only stayed to ask what was the
matter with him, and then went back. In the morning he rose early;
and, as it was a holiday, carried his ill-humour on to the moors;
not re-appearing till the family were departed for church. Fasting
and reflection seemed to have brought him to a better spirit. He
hung about me for a while, and having screwed up his courage,
exclaimed abruptly - 'Nelly, make me decent, I'm going to be good.'

'High time, Heathcliff,' I said; 'you HAVE grieved Catherine:
she's sorry she ever came home, I daresay! It looks as if you
envied her, because she is more thought of than you.'

The notion of ENVYING Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but
the notion of grieving her he understood clearly enough.

'Did she say she was grieved?' he inquired, looking very serious.

'She cried when I told her you were off again this morning.'