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agٷͷַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Just do that. She'll look better there than the woman you'vegot."She began to see that her relations with Drouet would have to beabandoned. He could not come here. She read from the manner ofHanson, in the subdued air of Minnie, and, indeed, the wholeatmosphere of the flat, a settled opposition to anything save aconservative round of toil. If Hanson sat every evening in thefront room and read his paper, if he went to bed at nine, andMinnie a little later, what would they expect of her? She sawthat she would first need to get work and establish herself on apaying basis before she could think of having company of anysort. Her little flirtation with Drouet seemed now anextraordinary thing.

He was astonished at the woman's determination, but it onlyirritated him the more.


"Are you?" said her mother.

"You said I should come this morning to see about work--"

At one o'clock he thought of eating, and went to a restaurant inMadison Square. There he pondered over places which he mightlook up. He was tired. It was blowing up grey again. Acrossthe way, through Madison Square Park, stood the great hotels,looking down upon a busy scene. He decided to go over to thelobby of one and sit a while. It was warm in there and bright.He had seen no one he knew at the Broadway Central. In alllikelihood he would encounter no one here. Finding a seat on oneof the red plush divans close to the great windows which look outon Broadway's busy rout, he sat musing. His state did not seemso bad in here. Sitting still and looking out, he could takesome slight consolation in the few hundred dollars he had in hispurse. He could forget, in a measure, the weariness of thestreet and his tiresome searches. Still, it was only escape froma severe to a less severe state. He was still gloomy anddisheartened. There, minutes seemed to go very slowly. An hourwas a long, long time in passing. It was filled for him withobservations and mental comments concerning the actual guests ofthe hotel, who passed in and out, and those more prosperouspedestrians whose good fortune showed in their clothes andspirits as they passed along Broadway, outside. It was nearlythe first time since he had arrived in the city that his leisureafforded him ample opportunity to contemplate this spectacle.Now, being, perforce, idle himself, he wondered at the activityof others. How gay were the youths he saw, how pretty the women.Such fine clothes they all wore. They were so intent upongetting somewhere. He saw coquettish glances cast by magnificentgirls. Ah, the money it required to train with such--how well heknew! How long it had been since he had had the opportunity to doso!

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A long silence.

"Carrie wants us to go to the theatre," she said, looking in uponher husband. Hanson looked up from his paper, and they exchangeda mild look, which said as plainly as anything: "This isn't whatwe expected."

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"George," said Mrs. Hurstwood, in that tone of voice which hadlong since come to be associated in his mind with demands, "wewant you to get us a season ticket to the races."

"Work, you blackguards," yelled a voice. "Do the dirty work.You're the suckers that keep the poor people down!"

There was a drawing, too, of attention, a riveting of feeling,heretofore wandering.


<"Gold, ain't it?"Carrie dropped the subject, feeling unable to say more.

Carrie came away wearily, somewhat more abashed for her pains.





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