"Well," he said, seeing her gather up her purse, handkerchief,and the like, preparatory to departing, "I want you to come outto dinner with me; won't you? I've got a friend out here."。， "Look at that man over there," laughed Lola, who had caught sightof some one falling down. "How sheepish men look when they fall,don't they?"
"I'm out of work and out of money and I've got to get something,--it doesn't matter what. I don't care to talk about what I'vebeen, but if you'd tell me how to get something to do, I'd bemuch obliged to you. It wouldn't matter if it only lasted a fewdays just now. I've got to have something."。， "Aw, get out," said the man, who happened to be a common typehimself. "You're no good. I'll give you nawthin'."
。， Carrie put out her hand, smiling, if for nothing more than theman's exuberant good-nature. Though older, he was but slightlychanged. The same fine clothes, the same stocky body, the samerosy countenance.
。， Drouet abandoned his claim and was seen no more. Of Hurstwood'sdeath she was not even aware. A slow, black boat setting outfrom the pier at Twenty-seventh Street upon its weekly errandbore, with many others, his nameless body to the Potter's Field.
"You don't say so! Well, sir, this is the first I've heard of it.I knew you would, though. I always said you could act--didn'tI?"。， 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.
， "I'm glad you liked it."。， At this moment Hurstwood stood before a dirty four story buildingin a side street quite near the Bowery, whose one-time coat ofbuff had been changed by soot and rain. He mingled with a crowdof men--a crowd which had been, and was still, gathering bydegrees.