Clara had a similar reaction. She stood in front of the fireplace with her hands pressed over her mouth, not sure whether she should be laughing at the utter ridiculousness of the situation or begging Rebecca's forgiveness for ruining the coat. The smell of the fire was rather appalling, but she stared, transfixed, as it slowly consumed the mink.
On the bright side, they now had fire. Whatever the source, Clara would not be putting it out because, to be honest, she had no idea how she'd started it in the first place.
She felt rather bad about the coat, though, so Clara repressed the urge to laugh and from behind her hands, quietly said, "Rebecca, you have my deepest apologies for..." Clara paused. 'Torching your favorite coat' just sounded so blunt. "... this."