No—I said it was—as bad as it could be.
MRS. HOLROYD (rising and crossing to her mother-in-law, flings her arms round her; in a high voice) Oh, mother, what shall we do? What shall we do?
GRANDMOTHER
You don't mean to say he's dead?
BLACKMORE
Yes.
GRANDMOTHER (staring)
God help us, and how was it?
BLACKMORE
Some stuff fell.