"Ah, your favourites are among these!" I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.
"A strange choice of favorites," 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 torn, 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 returned 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 on to 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 as. 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 M». Heathcliff; his thick, brown curls wene rough and uncultivated, his whiskers
