Chapter 23

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌‌​⁠The rainy night had ushered in a misty morning—half frost, half drizzle—and temporary brooks crossed our path—gurgling from the uplands. My feet were thoroughly wetted; I was cross and low; exactly the humour suited for making the most of these disagreeable things. We entered the farm-house by the kitchen way, to ascertain whether Mr. Heathcliff were really absent: because I put slight faith in hi