Meanwhile, Cobb and Mumford talked in the devastated drawing-room, which was illumined with candles.
'It's a bad job, Mr.Mumford.My name is Cobb: I daresay you've heard of me.

I came to see Miss Derrick, and I was clumsy enough to knock the lamp over.' 'Knock the lamp over! How could you do that?
Were you drunk ?' 'No, but you may well ask the question.

I stumbled over something--a little chair, I think--and fell against the table with the lamp on it.' 'Where's Miss Derrick ?' 'Upstairs.

She got rather badly burnt, I'm afraid.

We've sent for a doctor.' 'And here I am,' spoke a voice behind them.