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"A full house!" said the youth, spreading out his cards. Hurstwood’s hand dropped. "I thought I had you," he said, weakly. The youth raked in his chips, and Hurstwood came away, not without first stopping to count his remaining cash on the stair. "Three hundred and forty dollars," he said. With this loss and ordinary expenses, so much had already gone. Back in the flat, he decided he would play no more. Remembering Mrs. Vance’s promise to call, Carrie made one other mild protest. It was concerning Hurstwood’s appearance. This very day, coming home, he changed his clothes to the old togs he sat around in. "What makes you always put on those old clothes?" asked Carrie. "What’s the use wearing my good ones around here?" he asked. "Well, I should think you’d feel better." Then she added: "Some one might call." "Who?" he said. "Well, Mrs. Vance," said Carrie. "She needn’t see me," he answered, sullenly. This lack of pride and interest made Carrie almost hate him. "Oh," she thought, "there he sits. ‘She needn’t see me.’ I should think he would be ashamed of himself." The real bitterness of this thing was added when Mrs. Vance did call. It was on one of her shopping rounds. Making her way up the commonplace hall, she knocked at Carrie’s door. To her subsequent and agonising distress, Carrie was out. Hurstwood opened the door, half-thinking that the knock was Carrie’s. For once, he was taken honestly aback. The lost voice of youth and pride spoke in him. "Why," he said, actually stammering, "how do you do?" "How do you do?" said Mrs. Vance, who could scarcely believe her eyes. His great confusion she instantly perceived. He did not know whether to invite her in or not. "Is your wife at home?" she inquired. "No," he said, "Carrie’s out; but won’t you step in? She’ll be back shortly." "No-o," said Mrs. Vance, realising the change of it all. "I’m really very much in a hurry. I thought I’d just run up and look in, but I couldn’t stay. Just tell your wife she must come and see me." "I will," said Hurstwood, standing back, and feeling intense relief at her going. He was so ashamed that he folded his hands weakly, as he sat in the chair afterwards, and thought. Carrie, coming in from another direction, thought she saw Mrs. Vance going away. She strained her eyes, but could not make sure. "Was anybody here just now?" she asked of Hurstwood. "Yes," he said guiltily; "Mrs. Vance." "Did she see you?" she asked, expressing her full despair. This cut Hurstwood like a whip, and made him sullen. "If she had eyes, she did. I opened the door." "Oh," said Carrie, closing one hand tightly out of sheer nervousness. "What did she have to say?" "Nothing," he answered. "She couldn’t stay." "And you looking like that!" said Carrie, throwing aside a long reserve. "What of it?" he said, angering. "I didn’t know she was coming, did I?" "You knew she might," said Carrie. "I told you she said she was coming. I’ve asked you a dozen times to wear your other clothes. Oh, I think this is just terrible." "Oh, let up," he answered. "What difference does it make? You couldn’t associate with her, anyway. They’ve got too much money." |
