No, you are not coming in.
CLARA (preventing her closing the door)
Dear me, what a to-do! (She struggles with the door. The other woman comes up to help; a man is seen in the background)
LAURA
My word, aren't we good enough to come in?
[Mrs. Holroyd, finding herself confronted by what seems to her excitement a crowd, releases the door and draws back a little—almost in tears of anger.
MRS. HOLROYD
You have no business here. What do you want?
CLARA (putting her bonnet straight and entering in brisk defiance) I tell you we've only come to see you. (She looks round the kitchen, then makes a gesture toward the armchair) Can I sit here? (She plumps herself down) Rest for the weary.
[A woman and a man have followed her into the room. Laura is highly colored, stout, some forty years old, wears a blue paper bonnet, and looks like the landlady of a public-house. Both she and Clara wear much jewellery. Laura is well dressed in a blue cloth dress. Holroyd is a big blond man. His cap is pushed back, and he looks rather tipsy and lawless. He has a heavy blond moustache. His jacket and trousers are black, his vest gray, and he wears a turn down collar with dark bow.