It was little better than a _tete-a-tete_, for Miss Millward never opened her lips, except occasionally to correct some random assertion or exaggerated expression of her sister's, and once to ask her to pick up the ball of cotton that had rolled under the table.

I did this myself, however, as in duty bound.
'Thank you, Mr.Markham,' said she, as I presented it to her.

'I would have picked it up myself; only I did not want to disturb the cat.' 'Mary, dear, that won't excuse you in Mr.Markham's eyes,' said Eliza; 'he hates cats, I daresay, as cordially as he does old maids--like all other gentlemen.

Don't you, Mr.Markham ?' 'I believe it is natural for our unamiable sex to dislike the creatures,' replied I; 'for you ladies lavish so many caresses upon them.' 'Bless them--little darlings!' cried she, in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, turning round and overwhelming her sister's pet with a shower of kisses.
'Don't, Eliza!' said Miss Millward, somewhat gruffly, as she impatiently pushed her away.
But it was time for me to be going: make what haste I would, I should still be too late for tea; and my mother was the soul of order and punctuality.
My fair friend was evidently unwilling to bid me adieu.

I tenderly squeezed her little hand at parting; and she repaid me with one of her softest smiles and most bewitching glances.