1801.--I have just returned from a visit to my landlord--the solitary

neighbour that I shall be troubled with. This is certainly a beautiful

country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a

situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect

misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair

to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow! He little

imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes

withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his

fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in

his waistcoat, as I announced my name.