Isabella，you can't! Heathcliff's not a man， but something dark and horrible
to live with!
Do you imagine, Catherine, that I don't know why you're acting so? Because
you love him! Yes! You love him! And you're mad with pain and jealousy
at the thought of my marrying him! Because you want him to pine for you
and dream of you, and die for you， while you live in comfort and security
as Mrs. Linton! You don't want him to be happy! You want to make him suffer!
You want to destroy him! But I want to make him happy! And I will, I will!
I heard your voices.
We were just discussing the ball.
W'ell there's plenty of time for gossip tomorrow， and you ought to come
to bed, darling.You look tired.