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"
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
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
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
condition
,
I
deemed
it
best
to
abstain
from
noticing
his
curious
conduct
;
and
five
minutes
afterwards
,
the
entrance
of
Heathcliff
relieved
me
,
in
some
measure
,
from
my
uncomfortable
state
.
"
You
see
,
sir
,
I
am
come
,
according
to
promise
!
"
I
exclaimed
,
assuming
the
cheerful
;
"
and
I
fear
I
shall
be
weather-bound
for
half
an
hour
,
if
you
can
afford
me
shelter
during
that
space
.
"
"
Half-an-hour
?
"
he
said
,
shaking
the
white
flakes
from
his
clothes
;
"
I
wonder
you
should
select
the
thick
of
a
snowstorm
to
ramble
about
in
.
Do
you
know
that
you
run
a
risk
of
being
lost
in
the
marshes
?
People
familiar
with
these
moors
often
miss
their
road
on
such
evenings
;
and
I
can
tell
you
there
is
no
chance
of
a
change
at
present
.
"
