Hepointedintothesecondgarret，onlydifferingfromthefirstinbeingmorenakedaboutthewalls，andhavingalarge，low，curtainlessbed，withanindigo-colouredquiltatoneend。
`WhatdoIwantwithyours？\'Iretorted。`IsupposeMrHeathcliffdoesnotlodgeatthetopofthehouse，doeshe？\'
`Oh!it\'sMaisterHathecliff\'syah\'rewenting!\'criedhe，asifmakinganewdiscovery。`Couldn\'tyeuhsaidsoa，atonst？unthen，Awmuduhtelledye，bahtallthiswark，utthat\'sjustoneyahcannutsea——healIaskeepsitlocked，unnob\'dyivermellson\'tbuthisseln。\'
`You\'veanicehouse，Joseph，\'Icouldnotrefrainfromobserving，`andpleasantinmates；andIthinktheconcentratedessenceofallthemadnessintheworldtookupitsabodeinmybrainthedayIlinkedmyfatewiththeirs!However，thatisnottothepresentpurpose——thereareotherrooms。Forheaven\'ssakebequick，andletmesettlesomewhere!\'
Hemadenoreplytothisadjuration；onlyploddingdoggedlydownthewoodensteps，andhaltingbeforeanapartmentwhich，fromthathaltandthesuperiorqualityofitsfurniture，Iconjecturedtobethebestone。Therewasacarpet:agoodone，butthepatternwasobliteratedbydust；afireplacehungwithcutpaper，droppingtopieces；ahandsomeoakbedsteadwithamplecrimsoncurtainsofratherexpensivematerialandmodernmake；buttheyhadevidentlyexperiencedroughusage:thevalanceshunginfestoons，wrenchedfromtheirrings，andtheironrodsupportingthemwasbentinanarcononeside，causingthedraperytotrailuponthefloor。