The reply from below was hardly an answer to her question.
"I say! Now you are worth looking at! Now you're what I call something like a picture!"
Her cheeks were flushed with excitement; there was a light in her eyes; the streaming locks certainly were not unbecoming; nor did the blush with which she received his words detract from the general effect.
"Herbert, you naughty boy, you don't mean to say you nearly broke my window simply to make me put my head out, and I'm in this state!"
"Well, not exactly; though it would have been worth breaking a window for. I chucked that gravel up at your window because I've something to say to you which has got to be said now, if it's to be said at all; only don't shout."
"Am I shouting?"
"I thought I'd just give you the hint in case you felt as if you'd like to. Somehow, do you know, the more I look at you the more I seem to want to; if I could only get at you."
"It's lucky you can't; what do you want to say? Do you know I'm freezing?"
"You remember what we were talking about yesterday?"
"Am I likely to have forgotten?"