Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death. Her husband's friend, Richards, was the one who broke the news of her husband's death.
Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door you will make yourself ill
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
We're going down, you're going to get sick.
He sat looking out the window feeling free.
I can not believe you're alive!
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admission.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs.
Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even know there had been one. And his wife Mrs. Mallard died of a heart attack.