You sleep.
Pop-op-op-op-BANG!
You were so sound asleep that you could only catch the concluding words of Maggie’s sentence: “... and she thought, m’m, perhaps you’d like to look at the pipe where it’s burst.”
(A few minutes later) “... nor you don’t wish to see the man?”
“I think not, thank you. I could draw him with my eyes shut.”
“Would you wish me to telephone or will you?”
“!!!!—and while you are about it, Maggie, you might bring some coal.”
She brings it in three-quarters of an hour, when you have got nicely off to sleep again, and before a fresh piece of coal can be put on the fire the grate has to be raked completely to pieces and resolved into its original elements of several bars and some other pieces of very resonant iron.