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appeared in the yard behind. He hailed me to follow him, and, after marching through a washhouse, and a paved area containing a coal-shed, pump, and pigeon cote, we at length arrived in the large, warm, cheerful apartment, where I was formerly received.
    It glowed delightfully in the radiance of an immense fire, compounded of coal, peat, and wood: and near the table, laid for a plentiful evening meal, I was pleased to observe the ›missis,‹ an individual whose existence I had never previously suspected.
    I bowed and waited, thinking she would bid me take a seat. She looked at me, leaning back in her chair, and remained motionless and mute.
    »Rough weather!« I remarked. »I'm afraid, Mrs. Heathcliff, the door must bear the consequence of your servants' leisure attendance: I had hard work to make them hear me!«
    She never opened her mouth. I stared – she stared also. At any rate, she kept her eyes on me, in a cool, regardless manner, exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable.
    »Sit down,« said the young man, gruffly. »He'll be in soon.«
    I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the extreme tip of her tail, in token of owning my acquaintance.
    »A beautiful animal!« I commenced again. »Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?«
    »They are not mine,« said the amiable hostess more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied.
    »Ah, your favourites are among these!« I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.
    »A strange choice of favourites,« she observed scornfully.
    Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits – I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening.
    »You should not have come out,« she said, rising and reaching from the chimney piece two of the painted canisters.
    Her position before was sheltered from the light: now, I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. She was slender, and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form, and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding: small features, very fair; flaxen ringlets, or rather golden, hanging loose on her delicate neck; and eyes – had they been agreeable in expression, they would have been irresistible – fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation, singularly unnatural to be detected there.
    The canisters were almost out of her reach; I made a motion to aid her; she turned upon me as a miser might turn, if any one attempted to assist him in counting his gold.
    »I don't want your help,« she snapped, »I can get them for myself.«
    »I beg your pardon,« I hastened to reply.
    »Were you asked to tea?« she demanded, tying an apron over her neat black frock, and standing with a spoonful of the leaf poised over the pot.
    »I shall be glad to have a cup,« I answered.
    »Were you asked?« she repeated.
    »No;« I said, half smiling. »You are the proper person to ask me.«
    She flung the tea back, spoon and all; and resumed her chair in a pet, her forehead corrugated, and her red under-lip pushed out, like a child's, ready to cry.
    Meanwhile, the young man had slung onto his person a decidedly shabby upper garment, and, erecting himself before the blaze, looked down on me, from the corner of his eyes, for all the world as if there were some mortal feud unavenged between us. I began to doubt whether he were a servant or not; his dress and speech were both rude, entirely devoid of the superiority observable in Mr. and Mrs. Heathcliff; his thick, brown curls were rough and uncultivated, his whiskers encroached bearishly over his cheeks, and his hands were embrowned like those of a common labourer: still his bearing was free, almost haughty; and he showed none of a domestic's assiduity in attending on the lady of the house.
    In the absence of clear proofs of his