She took her post before the urn; and Miss Isabella came, summoned by the bell; then, having handed their chairs forward, I left the room.
The meal hardly endured ten minutes—Catherine's cup was never filled, she could neither eat, nor drink. Edgar had made a slop in his saucer, and scarcely swallowed a mouthful.
Their guest did not protract his stay, that evening, above an hour longer. I asked, as he departed, if he went to Gimmerton?
"No, to Wuthering Heights," he answered, "Mr. Earnshaw invited me when I called this morning."
Mr. Earnshaw invited him! and he called on Mr. Earnshaw! I pondered this sentence painfully, after he was gone. Is he turning out a bit of a hypocrite, and coming into the country to work mischief under a cloak? I mused—I had a presentiment, in the bottom of my heart, that he had better have remained away.
