She decided to go, and picked up her gloves.

But as she passed the bedroom door on the landing, a voice that she recognized for Ada's called out "Is that you, Miss Grimes ?" "Yes," said Clara, and paused.
The voice sounded faint and thin, like that of a sick woman.
"'Ow is it y'ain't playin' anythin' to-day ?" she continued.
"Mr Jones is out," replied Clara, annoyed by this conversation through the crack of a door, and anxious to get away.
"Oh, is 'e ?" said Ada, with an increase of energy in her voice.

"I wish yer'd come in fer a minit, if ye're not in a 'urry." Clara pushed the door open, and went in.

It was her first sight of the bedroom, and she recoiled in dismay.

The place was like a pigsty.