'I know you can't do anything, but I had to speak to somebody, an' I know nobody better than you.

It's about Clara.' 'What about her ?' 'She's left Mrs.Tubbs.They had words about Bank-holiday last night, an' Clara went off at once.

Mrs.Tubbs thought she'd come 'ome, but this mornin' her box was sent for, an' it was to be took to a house in Islington.

An' then Mrs.Tubbs came an' told me.

An' there's worse than that, Sidney.