Cathy:
[contemplative, facing the fireplace, upon hearing someone walk in]
If that's you, Nellie, then I am sorry for scolding you. I wish now that you had stayed.
Heathcliff:
[walking up to Cathy]
It is not Nellie, it is I.
[while Cathy still refuses to look into his eyes]
Heathcliff:
Why, Cathy, what is it? What's the matter?
Cathy:
[finally looking up and at him, solemnly]
Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him.
Heathcliff:
[searching Cathy's eyes]
And, have you given him your answer?
[Cathy nods negatively]
Heathcliff:
But you did not say no!
[Cathy nods negatively, again]
Heathcliff:
And have you considered how you will bear the separation from me, and how I would be quite deserted in the world without you?
[pauses for a moment]
Heathcliff:
Did you consider that?
Cathy:
You quite deserted! We separated! Who is to separate us, pray?
Heathcliff:
[stressing his each word]
You would be Mrs. Linton.
Cathy:
Yes. As Mrs. Linton I can aid you to rise and place you out of my brother's power.
Heathcliff:
[with controlled indignation]
With your husband's money you'll rescue me...
[walking away from Cathy towards the door, and then turning back]
Heathcliff:
Do you think I can endure such a thing?
[Cathy rushes to Heathcliff, attempts to kiss him]
Heathcliff:
[holding Cathy back, accentuating each word, with loathing]
You will be Mrs. Linton.
