He might well skulk behind the settle, on beholding such a bright, graceful damsel enter the house, instead of a rough-headed counterpart to himself, as he expected.
"Is Heathcliff not here?" she demanded pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing, and staying in doors.
"Heathcliff you may come forward," cried Mr. Hindley enjoying his discomfiture and gratified to see what a forbidding young blackguard he would be compelled to present himself. "You may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants."
Cathy, catching a glimpse of her friend in his concealment, flew to embrace him, she bestowed seven or eight kisses on his cheek within the second, and, then, stopped, and drawing back, burst into a laugh, exclaiming,
"Why, how very black and cross you look I and how—how funny and grim! But that's because I'm used to Edgar, and Isabella Lin-
