"Rodney! Miss Claughton's a dear--and your hostess!"
"Miss Claughton may be an absolute angel for all I know--you know what I mean--so long as you heard I shouldn't have cared who heard. Then you'd have wondered who was kicking up that awful row."
"Do you think I should?"
"Certain! I can't whistle for nuts. Then you'd have got out of bed, crossed the room with your dear little bare feet----"
"Rodney!"
"And lifted the corner of the blind."
"I might."
"When you'd seen me hanging on to the railings for all I was worth, trying to get my breath and whistle at the same time; you'd have stopped crying, whatever else you did."
"Rodney, how absurd you are! Fancy your hanging on to the railings for all you were worth! What did you really do?"
"Oh, I hung about and hung about, and then I slunk off home. Wasn't it silly to come and see you at that time of night? I knew you'd laugh!"