She said nothing, but bent forward in her chair to listen. We both heard someone coming through the hail. Heathcliff had realized the house was almost empty, and had found an open door. Catherine looked eagerly towards the entrance to the room. He appeared, and in two steos was by her side. For five whole minutes he held her in his arms and kissed her again and again. It gave him great pain to rook at her face. He could see, as I could, that she would never recover, that she was certain to die.