It is right to establish a good understanding at the beginning.' I approached, and, attempting to take his chubby fist, said--'How do you do, my dear ?' He replied in a jargon I did not comprehend.
'Shall you and I be friends, Hareton ?' was my next essay at conversation.
An oath, and a threat to set Throttler on me if I did not 'frame off' rewarded my perseverance.
'Hey, Throttler, lad!' whispered the little wretch, rousing a half-bred bull-dog from its lair in a corner.

'Now, wilt thou be ganging ?' he asked authoritatively.
Love for my life urged a compliance; I stepped over the threshold to wait till the others should enter.

Mr.Heathcliff was nowhere visible; and Joseph, whom I followed to the stables, and requested to accompany me in, after staring and muttering to himself, screwed up his nose and replied--'Mim! mim! mim! Did iver Christian body hear aught like it?
Mincing un' munching! How can I tell whet ye say ?' 'I say, I wish you to come with me into the house!' I cried, thinking him deaf, yet highly disgusted at his rudeness.
'None o' me! I getten summut else to do,' he answered, and continued his work; moving his lantern jaws meanwhile, and surveying my dress and countenance (the former a great deal too fine, but the latter, I'm sure, as sad as he could desire) with sovereign contempt.
I walked round the yard, and through a wicket, to another door, at which I took the liberty of knocking, in hopes some more civil servant might show himself.

After a short suspense, it was opened by a tall, gaunt man, without neckerchief, and otherwise extremely slovenly; his features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders; and _his_ eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine's with all their beauty annihilated.
'What's your business here ?' he demanded, grimly.

'Who are you ?' 'My name was Isabella Linton,' I replied.