Won't you admit that a genuinely tragic fatality has been active here? HASSENREUTER Tragedy is not confined to any class of society. I always told you that! _SELMA, breathless, opens the outer door._ SELMA Mr. John! Mr. John! Oh, Mr. John! MRS. HASSENREUTER 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? SELMA Lord! Lord God in Heaven! Mrs. John has killed herself. THE END