The Well of Loneliness

The next morning when they went to the studio quite early, they heard voices coming from the topmost landing. The concierge was standing outside Jamie's door, and with her was a young man, one of the tenants. The concierge had tried the door; it was locked and no one made any response to her knocking. She had brought Jamie up a cup of hot coffee -- Stephen saw it, the coffee had slopped into the saucer. Either pity or the memory of Mary's large tips, had apparently touched the heart of this woman.

Stephen hammered loudly: "Jamie! " she called, and then again and again: "Jamie! Jamie!"