There followed another long pause, during which I perceived a drop or two trickle from Catherine's cheek to the flags.

Is she sorry for her shameful conduct ?--I asked myself.

That will be a novelty: but she may come to the point--as she will--I sha'n't help her! No, she felt small trouble regarding any subject, save her own concerns.
'Oh, dear!' she cried at last.

'I'm very unhappy!' 'A pity,' observed I.

'You're hard to please; so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content!' 'Nelly, will you keep a secret for me ?' she pursued, kneeling down by me, and lifting her winsome eyes to my face with that sort of look which turns off bad temper, even when one has all the right in the world to indulge it.
'Is it worth keeping ?' I inquired, less sulkily.
'Yes, and it worries me, and I must let it out! I want to know what I should do.