。， The complete ignoring by Hurstwood of his own home came with thegrowth of his affection for Carrie. His actions, in all thatrelated to his family, were of the most perfunctory kind. He satat breakfast with his wife and children, absorbed in his ownfancies, which reached far without the realm of their interests.He read his paper, which was heightened in interest by theshallowness of the themes discussed by his son and daughter.Between himself and his wife ran a river of indifference.
。， The plea was that of a gaunt-faced man of about thirty, wholooked the picture of privation and wretchedness. Drouet was thefirst to see. He handed over a dime with an upwelling feeling ofpity in his heart. Hurstwood scarcely noticed the incident.Carrie quickly forgot.
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.。， "No one," said Hurstwood. "They just sent me a couple oftickets, which I can have for two dollars. Is it going to be anygood?"
， The day after their theatre visit he began writing her regularly--a letter every morning, and begging her to do as much for him.He was not literary by any means, but experience of the world andhis growing affection gave him somewhat of a style. This heexercised at his office desk with perfect deliberation. Hepurchased a box of delicately coloured and scented writing paperin monogram, which he kept locked in one of the drawers. Hisfriends now wondered at the cleric and very official-lookingnature of his position. The five bartenders viewed with respectthe duties which could call a man to do so much desk-work andpenmanship.。， "Well, sir," said Hurstwood, "I was wondering what had become ofyou. I thought you had gone out of town again."