Boy, I hate to come tell you this but, your husband died.
Mrs.Mallard just wept in her sister's arms.
I need to be alone right now.
BODY FREE, SOUL FREE
"Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door—you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door." -Josephine
Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife