They came rushing back, from various staircases, laden with soda-water bottles.
Then Falloden, with two henchmen, placed himself under Radowitz's windows, and summoned the offender in a stentorian voice: "Radowitz! stop that noise!" No answer--except that Radowitz in discoursing some "music of the future," and quite unaware of the shout from below, pounded and tormented the piano more than ever.

The waves of crashing sound seemed to fill the quadrangle.
"We'll summon him thrice!" said Falloden.

"Then--fire!" But Radowitz remained deaf, and the assailant below gave the order.
Three strong right arms below discharged three soda-water bottles, which went through the open window.
"My goody!" said Meyrick, "I hope he's well out of the way!" There was a sound of breaking glass.

Then Radowitz, furious, appeared at his window, his golden hair more halolike than ever in the bright sun.
"What are you doing, you idiots ?" "Stop that noise, Radowitz!" shouted Falloden.

"It annoys us!" "Can't help it.