And I wish I'd been burnt myself instead of her.' He had suffered, by the way, no inconsiderable scorching, to which his hands would testify for many a week; but of this he was still hardly aware.

Emmeline, with a glance of uttermost scorn, left him, and ascended to the room where the doctor was busy.

Free to behave as he thought fit, Mumford beckoned Cobb to follow him into the front garden, where they conversed with masculine calm.
'I shall put up at Sutton for the night,' said Cobb, 'and perhaps you'll let me call the first thing in the morning to ask how she gets on.' 'Of course.

We'll see the doctor when he comes down.

But I wish I could understand how you managed to throw the lamp down.' 'The truth is,' Cobb replied, 'we were quarrelling.