“Its Herbert!”she screamed.“Its Herbert!”
She ran to the door, but her husband was before her, and catching her by the arm, held her tightly.
“What are you going to do?”he whispered hoarsely.
“It‘s my boy;it’s Herbert!”she cried, struggling mechanically.“I forgot it was two miles away. What are you holding me for?Let go. I must open the door.”
“For God‘s sake, don’t let it in,”cried the old man trembling.