Then he strolled sadly down the hall, all his old longingrevived, because she was now so far off. The merry frou-frou ofthe place spoke all of her. He thought himself hardly dealtwith. Carrie, however, had other thoughts.。，
"Well, I'll be in the barber shop," said the other. "I want toget a shave."。， "That's right," he said; "I'm no good now. I was all right. Ihad money. I'm going to quit this," and, with death in hisheart, he started down toward the Bowery. People had turned onthe gas before and died; why shouldn't he? He remembered alodginghouse where there were little, close rooms, with gas-jetsin them, almost pre-arranged, he thought, for what he wanted todo, which rented for fifteen cents. Then he remembered that hehad no fifteen cents.
The next day Drouet called, but it was with no especial delightthat Carrie remembered her appointment. However, seeing him,handsome as ever, after his kind, and most genially disposed, herdoubts as to whether the dinner would be disagreeable were sweptaway. He talked as volubly as ever.。， He approached that entrance and went in.
He placed himself at the head and called out "Forward." Hurstwoodmoved with the line. Across Fifth Avenue, through Madison Squareby the winding paths, east on Twenty-third Street, and down ThirdAvenue wound the long, serpentine company. Midnight pedestriansand loiterers stopped and stared as the company passed. Chattingpolicemen, at various corners, stared indifferently or nodded tothe leader, whom they had seen before. On Third Avenue theymarched, a seemingly weary way, to Eighth Street, where there wasa lodginghouse, closed, apparently, for the night. They wereexpected, however.。， Passing down the aisle came a very fair-haired banker's son, alsoof Chicago, who had long eyed this supercilious beauty. Even nowhe did not hesitate to glance at her, and she was conscious ofit. With a specially conjured show of indifference, she turnedher pretty face wholly away. It was not wifely modesty at all.By so much was her pride satisfied.
"Well, I should say," said the other. "I've been just sittinghere thinking where I'd go to-night."。， "I can't stand much of this," said Hurstwood, whose legs achedhim painfully, as he sat down upon the miserable bunk in thesmall, lightless chamber allotted to him. "I've got to eat, orI'll die."
Drouet mused for a moment. He had not been sure until now thatthe ex-manager was not an influential figure in the background.He imagined not; but this assurance relieved him. It must bethat Carrie had got rid of him--as well she ought, he thought."A man always makes a mistake when he does anything like that,"he observed.。，