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Carrie received this Tuesday morning when she called at the West Side branch of the post-office, and answered at once. "I said you called twice," she wrote. "He didn’t seem to mind. I will try and be at Throop Street if nothing interferes. I seem to be getting very bad. It’s wrong to act as I do, I know." Hurstwood, when he met her as agreed, reassured her on this score. "You mustn’t worry, sweetheart," he said. "Just as soon as he goes on the road again we will arrange something. We’ll fix it so that you won’t have to deceive any one." Carrie imagined that he would marry her at once, though he had not directly said so, and her spirits rose. She proposed to make the best of the situation until Drouet left again. "Don’t show any more interest in me than you ever have," Hurstwood counselled concerning the evening at the theatre. "You mustn’t look at me steadily then," she answered, mindful of the power of his eyes. "I won’t," he said, squeezing her hand at parting and giving the glance she had just cautioned against. "There," she said playfully, pointing a finger at him. "The show hasn’t begun yet," he returned. He watched her walk from him with tender solicitation. Such youth and prettiness reacted upon him more subtly than wine. At the theatre things passed as they had in Hurstwood’s favour. If he had been pleasing to Carrie before, how much more so was he now. His grace was more permeating because it found a readier medium. Carrie watched his every move- ment with pleasure. She almost forgot poor Drouet, who babbled on as if he were the host. Hurstwood was too clever to give the slightest indication of a change. He paid, if anything, more attention to his old friend than usual, and yet in no way held him up to that subtle ridicule which a lover in favour may so secretly practise before the mistress of his heart. If anything, he felt the injustice of the game as it stood, and was not cheap enough to add to it the slightest mental taunt. Only the play produced an ironical situation, and this was due to Drouet alone. The scene was one in "The Covenant," in which the wife listened to the seductive voice of a lover in the absence of her husband. "Served him right," said Drouet afterward, even in view of her keen expiation of her error. "I haven’t any pity for a man who would be such a chump as that." "Well, you never can tell," returned Hurstwood gently. "He probably thought he was right." "Well, a man ought to be more attentive than that to his wife if he wants to keep her." They had come out of the lobby and made their way through the showy crush about the entrance way. "Say, mister," said a voice at Hurstwood’s side, "would you mind giving me the price of a bed?" Hurstwood was interestedly remarking to Carrie. "Honest to God, mister, I’m without a place to sleep." The plea was that of a gaunt-faced man of about thirty, who looked the picture of privation and wretchedness. Drouet was the first to see. He handed over a dime with an upwelling feeling of pity in his heart. Hurstwood scarcely noticed the incident. Carrie quickly forgot. |
