Like Angelina, I-- ....

"stand confessed, A maid in all my charms." "How--on--earth--did you get up there ?" he asks, in an accent of slow and marked astonishment, not unmixed with admiration.
As he speaks, he throws away his cigar, and takes his hat off.
"How on earth am I to get down again?
is more to the purpose," I answer, bluntly.
"I could not have believed that any thing but a cat could have been so agile," he says, beginning to laugh.

"Would you mind telling me how _did_ you get up ?" "By the ladder," reply I, laconically, reddening, and, under the influence of that same insupportable doubt concerning my ankles, trying to tuck away my legs under me, a manoeuvre which all but succeeds in toppling me over.
"The _ladder_!" (looking round).

"Are you quite sure?
Then where has it disappeared to ?" "I said something that vexed Bobby," reply I, driven to the humiliating explanation, "and he went off with it.

Never mind! once I am down, I will be even with him!" He looks entertained.
"What will you do?
What will you say?
Will you make use of the same excellently terse expression that you applied to me last night ?" "I should not wonder," reply I, bursting out into uncomfortable laughter; "but it is no use talking of what I shall do when I am down: I am not down yet; I wish I were." "It is no great distance from the ground," he says, coming nearer the wall, standing close to where the apricot is showering down her white and pinky petals.