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.
'Mr. Heathcliff?' I said.
A nod was the answer.
'Mr. Lockwood， your new tenant， sir. I do myself the honour of calling as soon as possible after my arrival， to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you by my perseverance in soliciting the occupation of Thrushcross Grange： I heard yesterday you had had some thoughts - '