That night she was visited by Mrs. Hale, whose chatter andprotracted stay made it impossible to dwell upon her predicamentor the fortune of the day. Before retiring, however, she satdown to think, and gave herself up to the most gloomyforebodings. Drouet had not put in an appearance. She had hadno word from any quarter, she had spent a dollar of her precioussum in procuring food and paying car fare. It was evident thatshe would not endure long. Besides, she had discovered noresource.。， The latter nodded.
The latter had certainly imagined upon going out a half-hourbefore that he had turned the knob on the door so as to springthe lock. He had never failed to do so before. But to-nightMayhew had other thoughts. He had been revolving the problem ofa business of his own.。，
。， Carrie listened at her window view, more astonished than anythingelse at this sudden rise of passion in the drummer. She couldhardly believe her senses--so good-natured and tractable had heinvariably been. It was not for her to see the wellspring ofhuman passion. A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burnsas a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairylands of delight.It roars as a furnace. Too often jealousy is the quality uponwhich it feeds.
She took the letter the next morning, and at the corner droppedit reluctantly into the letter-box, still uncertain as to whethershe should do so or not. Then she took the car and went downtown.。， "Oh, an hour or so ago. What makes you ask that?"