tions, that he would certainly have struck a stranger as a born and bred gentleman, and his wife as a thorough little slattern!
She came forward eagerly to greet me; and held out one hand to take the expected letter.
I shook my head. She wouldn't understand the hint, but followed me to a sideboard, where I went to lay my bonnet, and importuned me in a whisper to give her directly what I had brought.
Heathcliff guessed the meaning of her manœuvres, and said—
"If you have got anything for Isabella, as no doubt you have, Nelly, give it to her. You needn't make a secret of it; we have no secrets between us."
"Oh, I have nothing," I replied, thinking it best to speak the truth at once. "My master bid me tell his sister that she must not expect either a letter or a visit from him at present. He sends his love, ma'am, and his wishes for your happiness, and his pardon for
