Carrie looked at him with the tenderness which virtue ever feelsin its hope of reclaiming vice. How could such a man needreclaiming? His errors, what were they, that she could correct?Small they must be, where all was so fine. At worst, they weregilded affairs, and with what leniency are gilded errors viewed.He put himself in such a lonely light that she was deeply moved.。， "I guess he must have forgotten," exclaimed his wife blandly. Inthe past he had always commanded a certain amount of respect,which was a compound of appreciation and awe. The familiaritywhich in part still existed between himself and his daughter hehad courted. As it was, it did not go beyond the lightassumption of words. The TONE was always modest. Whatever hadbeen, however, had lacked affection, and now he saw that he waslosing track of their doings. His knowledge was no longerintimate. He sometimes saw them at table, and sometimes did not.He heard of their doings occasionally, more often not. Some dayshe found that he was all at sea as to what they were talkingabout--things they had arranged to do or that they had done inhis absence. More affecting was the feeling that there werelittle things going on of which he no longer heard. Jessica wasbeginning to feel that her affairs were her own. George, Jr.,flourished about as if he were a man entirely and must needs haveprivate matters. All this Hurstwood could see, and it left atrace of feeling, for he was used to being considered--in hisofficial position, at least--and felt that his importance shouldnot begin to wane here. To darken it all, he saw the sameindifference and independence growing in his wife, while helooked on and paid the bills.
He plunged his face in a basin of water, and puffed and blew ashe rubbed his neck and ears with his hands, while Carrie gazedupon him with mingled thoughts of recollection and presentjudgment. He was still wiping his face, when he continued:。，