Mr. John isn't here. What do you want, Selma?
SELMA
Mr. John, you're to come out on the street!
HASSENREUTER
Quiet, quiet now! What is the matter?
SELMA
[Breathlessly.] Your wife … your wife … The whole street's crowded … 'buses an' tram-cars … nobody can't get through … her arms is stretched out … your wife's lyin' on her face down there.
MRS. HASSENREUTER
Why, what has happened?