"Stop it! You've broken the water jug, and my room is flooded," she cried.
"So I've got you up at last! You threw your bag into my window last night, so I throw stones into your window this morning. It's what they call the lextalionis."
"Please go away! I'm not dressed yet," she called.
"I'm waiting to hear your explanation, and I'm going to stand here, in this very same place where I was first beguiled by your deceitful face at the window, when you sat and worked a sewing machine, like that lady in the Bible who got pushed out and trodden underfoot," said George wrathfully; for during the night a suspicion of the truth had reached him.
"I'd better get it over at once," Nellie murmured. Then she wrapped herself in the quilt and approached the window.
"Here I am!" she said brightly.
"What a nasty, hostile, ungrateful expression. And you ought to be in a white sheet instead of that scarlet quilt," said George bitterly.
"Well, you shouldn't be so rude as to throw stones at me. They were not pebbles either."
"It's my house and my window. Why have you come back?"
"Because I wanted to."