on me, in a cool, regardless manner, exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable.
"Sit down," said the young man, gruffly. "He'll be in soon."
I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the extreme tip of her tail, in token of owning my acquaintance.
"A beautiful animal!" I commenced again. "Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?"
"They are not mine," said the amiable hostess more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied.
"Ah, your favourites are among these!" I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats.
"A strange choice of favourites," she observed scornfully.
Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits—I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the
