。， The Boulevard at that time was little more than a country road.The part he intended showing her was much farther out on thissame West Side, where there was scarcely a house. It connectedDouglas Park with Washington or South Park, and was nothing morethan a neatly MADE road, running due south for some five milesover an open, grassy prairie, and then due east over the samekind of prairie for the same distance. There was not a house tobe encountered anywhere along the larger part of the route, andany conversation would be pleasantly free of interruption.
。， As for Hurstwood, he was alive with thoughts and feelingsconcerning Carrie. He had no definite plans regarding her, buthe was determined to make her confess an affection for him. Hethought he saw in her drooping eye, her unstable glance, herwavering manner, the symptoms of a budding passion. He wanted tostand near her and make her lay her hand in his--he wanted tofind out what her next step would be--what the next sign offeeling for him would be. Such anxiety and enthusiasm had notaffected him for years. He was a youth again in feeling--acavalier in action.
。， They were at their little table in the room which might have beenused for a kitchen, where Carrie occasionally served a meal. To-night the fancy had caught her, and the little table was spreadwith a pleasing repast.
"The show hasn't begun yet," he returned.。， Carrie imagined that he would marry her at once, though he hadnot directly said so, and her spirits rose. She proposed to makethe best of the situation until Drouet left again.