She could not reach across the gap, but conversation would be perfectly possible.
"Rona!" she called cautiously.

"Rona!" There was a movement inside the room, and a face appeared at the window.
Rona's eyes were red and swollen with crying, and her hair hung in wild disorder.

At the sight of Ulyth she started, and stared rather defiantly.
"Rona! Rona, dear! I've been longing to see you.

I felt I must speak to you." No reply.

Rona, in fact, turned her back.
"I'm so dreadfully sorry," continued Ulyth.