'Here, one of you take Miss Derrick to the next house.

Bring water, you!' All three servants were scampering and screeching about the hall.
Cobb caught hold of one of them and all but twisted her arm out of its socket.

At his fierce command, the woman supported Louise into the garden, and thence, after a minute or two of faintness on the sufferer's part, led her to the gate of the neighbouring house.

The people who lived there chanced to be taking the air on their front lawn.

Without delay, Louise was conveyed beneath the roof, and her host, a man of energy, sped towards the fire to be of what assistance he could.
The lamp-shade, the screen, the little table and the diminutive chair blazed gallantly, and with such a volleying of poisonous fumes that Cobb could scarce hold his ground to do battle.