"Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence," observed the boy. "I'll not work any more to-day: I'll stay with you."
"Oh, but Joseph will tell," she suggested; "you'd better go!"
"Joseph is loading lime on the further side of Penistone Crags; it will take him till dark, and he'll never know."
So saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down. Catherine reflected an instant, with knitted brows-she found it needful to smooth the way for an intrusion. "Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon," she said, at the conclusion of a minute's silence. "As it rains, I hardly expect them; but they may come, and if they do, you run the risk of being scolded for no good."
"Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy," he persisted; "don't turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! I'm on the point, sometimes, of complaining that they-but I'll not-"

'Hindley does not often free us from his accursed presence,' he said. 'I'll not work any more to-day: I'll stay with you.'
'Oh, but Joseph will tell. You'd better go!'
'Joseph is on the far side of Penistone Crags; he'll never know.' So, saying, he lounged to the fire, and sat down.
Catherine reflected, with knitted brows. 'Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon,' she said, after a minute's silence. 'If they do come, you run the risk of being scolded.'
'Order Ellen to say you are engaged, Cathy,' he persisted; 'don't turn me out for those pitiful, silly friends of yours! I'm on the point, sometimes, of complaining that they-'
