nonsense; at last, Hareton uttered a smothered laugh.
"Mr. Heathcliff started; his eye rapidly surveyed our faces. Catherine met it with her accustomed look of nervousness, and yet defiance, which he abhorred.
"It is well you are out of my reach;" he exclaimed. "What fiend possesses you to stare back at me, continually, with those infernal eyes? Down with them! and don't remind me of your existence again. I thought I had cured you of laughing!"
"It was me," muttered Hareton.
"What do you say?" demanded the master.
Hareton looked at his plate, and did not repeat the confession.
Mr. Heathcliff looked at him a bit, and then silently resumed his breakfast, and his interrupted musing.
We had nearly finished, and the two young people prudently shifted wider asunder, so I anticipated no further disturbance during that
