The name of the story is “STORY OF AN HOUR.” The nature of Mrs. Mallard’s heart complications necessitated a caution to be taken when breaking the disheartening news of her husband’s demise. In this case, the duty of the person breaking the news was to appear gentle while transmitting the sensitive news. The only person considered bold and gentle enough was her sister. She tried to sound strong and gentle, but her sentences came out in broken format.
The sentences did not reveal everything. However, it managed to reveal half hints of the news. Her husband’s friend was there to console her. The husband’s friend was among the first people who had received the news about the railway disaster. He waited for a second telegram, which confirmed the death to him in order to make sure that he had valid news. From that moment, he became sure of the delicate news. Thus, he had to formulate a better way of communicating to his friend’s wife.
The story came to her in a way that it created an inability to accept the significance. The story also allowed her to be normal and grief at the loss of a loved one. She moved in her room and engaged in self-reflection on the time spent. She took some time looking outside the window, but literary, she was sunk in an armchair next to her. All the self-reflection of the past led to physical exhaustion. However, her soul was alert and reaching towards her body. Her eyes were moving from one place of interest to the next. At one time, she was admiring trees outside her house with a sense of analyzing the new spring of life in them. Amidst the painful part regarding the death of her husband, the delicious breath of rain was freely circulating in the air.
She focused on a voice emerging from a distance whereby it was amplified by the twittering of sparrows and a street peddler ready for the day’s activities. At a far distance, her sight was caught by clouds that were moving slowly across the skies. The west horizon was filled with clouds that seemed very close to her window. A sob took her back to feelings that she thought she had overcome. It was quite unnoticed that a sob was to hit her hard since she was supporting herself with the cushion of the chair. The cry of a child and the fact that they are carried away by the dreams when they sleep while crying was equivalent to her mourning. She had tried to gather the strength from within to contain the pain internally.
Her age was easily noticeable, and her calm face signified strength and a deeper repression. In a close look, it seemed to fade. The pain of the news had made her calm face dull, and her eyes change. Her eyes seemed quite fixed at a distance far away made up of blue patches in the sky. From her window, the skies seemed friendly and the blue patches amazed her. It indicated a complete suspension of thoughts. The intellectual ability to analyze things had been barred by the emotional pain. The entire scene on the window was best explained by her state of emotions. The look was not an analysis, but a glance of reflection.