It pleases me," said Radowitz shortly, proceeding to close the window.

But he had scarcely done so, when Falloden launched another bottle, which went smash through the window and broke it.

The glass fell out into the quadrangle, raising all the echoes.

The rioters below held their laughing breaths.
"I say, what about the dons ?" said one.
"Keep a lookout!" said another.
But meanwhile Radowitz had thrown up the injured window, and crimson with rage he leaned far out and flung half a broken bottle at the group below.

All heads ducked, but the ragged missile only just missed Meyrick's curly poll.
"Not pretty that!--not pretty at all!" said Falloden coolly.