“Who, or what, is Heathcliff?” he demanded. “Heathcliff—why, he’s a bit of a villain in Wuthering Heights, sir,” she supplied as she leaned in close to collect his plate. “It’s a novel.” “The villain, eh?” “Well, he’s a brooding, ill-bred man who moons after a fine lady.” “Is he, now?” he muttered. “Then he makes a fortune but is still obsessed with revenge and ruins everything.”
