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Carrie related the incidents of the rehearsal, warming up as she proceeded. "Well, that's delightful," said Hurstwood. "I'm so glad. I must get over there to see you. When is the next rehearsal?" "Tuesday," said Carrie, "but they don't allow visitors." "I imagine I could get in," said Hurstwood significantly.
Hurstwood at her own doorstep some days after Hurstwood and Carrie had taken the drive west on Washington Boulevard. Dr. Beale, coming east on the same drive, had recognized Hurstwood, but not before he was quite past him. He was not so sure of Carrie did not know whether it was Hurstwood's wife or daughter.
One glance at her, and both Hurstwood and Drouet saw plainly that she also was weak-kneed. She came faintly across the stage, saying: "And you, sir; we have been looking for you since eight o'clock," but with so little color and in such a feeble voice that it was positively painful. "She's frightened," whispered Drouet to Hurstwood. The manager made no answer.
When Hurstwood decided to go, he retired, as usual, without a light. It was then that he discovered Carrie's absence. "That's funny," he said; "maybe she's sitting up." He gave the matter no more thought, but slept. In the morning she was not beside him. Strange to say, this passed without comment.
The business may come to an end." "Can't you start somewhere else?" "There doesn't seem to be any place. Shaughnessy doesn't want to." "Do you lose what you put in?" "Yes," said Hurstwood, whose face was a study. "Oh, isn't that too bad?" said Carrie. "It's a trick," said Hurstwood. "That's all. They'll start another place there all right."
"There're lots would give their ears to be in your shoes." Carrie looked out again at the passing crowd. "I don't know," she said. Unconsciously her idle hands were beginning to weary. The gloomy Hurstwood, sitting in his cheap hotel, where he had taken refuge with seventy dollars the price of his furniture-between him and nothing, saw a hot summer out and a cool fall in, reading.
He wanted some one young, active, and glad to work actively for a moderate sum. Hurstwood did not please him at all. He had more of an air than his employers. "Well," he said in answer, "we'd be glad to consider your application. We shan't decide for a few days yet. Suppose you send us your references." "I will," said Hurstwood. He nodded good-morning and came away.
"Throw open your lever," yelled one of the officers, grabbing at the handle himself. Hurstwood complied and the car shot away, followed by a rattle of stones and a rain of curses. "That hit me in the neck," said one of the officers. "I gave him a good crack for it, though." "I think I must have left spots on some of them," said the other.
"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?"
"What a queer town this is," said Carrie, who marvelled at it solely because it was not like Chicago. "It Isn't as lively as Chicago," said Hurstwood. "Don't you like it?" "No," said Carrie, whose feelings were already localised in the great Western city. "Well, it isn't as interesting," said Hurstwood. "What's here?" asked Carrie, wondering at his choosing to visit this town.
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