"Go to the devil!" said a muffled voice.
Bones, however, went to the middle window; here he could make no mistake. He knocked authoritatively.
"Hurry up, ma'am," he said; "time is on the wing——"
The sash was flung up, and again Bones confronted the furious Hamilton.
"Sir," said the exasperated Bones, "how the dooce did you get here?"
"Don't you know this room has two windows? I told you last night, you goop! Pat sleeps at the other end of the building. I told you that, too, but you've got a brain like wool!"
"I am obliged to you, sir," said Bones, on his dignity, "for the information. I will not detain you."
Hamilton groped on his dressing-table for a hair-brush.
"Go back to bed, sir," said Bones, "an' don't forget to say your prayers."
He was searching for the window in the other wing of the Residency, when the girl, who had been up and dressed for a quarter of an hour, came softly behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.