 He's come a long way. Show him in, Ellen. Yes, Master Edgar. Edgar. Yes? Don't... It's chilly here. Nonsense, my dear. You mustn't be nervous. You mustn't fear a little ghost that's returned, a dead leaf blown about your feet, a phantom thought. I trust I'm not intruding. Well, Heathcliff. Mr. Linton. Hello, Kathy. Do come in, Heathcliff. Here, sit by the fire. Will you have a whiskey? No, thank you.