Lockwood: Oh Mr. Heathcliff! Mr. Heathcliff! There?s someone out there in the storm! It?s a woman! I heard her calling! She said her name. Cathy! Cathy! That was it! Cathy? Oh, I must have been dreaming! Forgive me Mr. Heathcliff!

Lockwood: Where?s he going in the storm?
Ellen: She calls him ? and he follows her out onto the moor?

Lockwood: Would it be taxing your remarkable hospitality if I sat down?
Heathcliff: I hope my hospitality will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these moors. As for staying here the night, I don?t keep accommodations for visitors. You can share a bed with one of the servants
Lockwood: Thanks. I?ll sleep in a chair, sir.
Heathcliff: No, no. A stranger is a stranger. Guests are so rare in this house that I hardly know how to receive them? I and my dog. Joseph ? open ip one of the upstairs rooms!