。， On the morrow, however, there was nothing in the papersconcerning the event, and, in view of the flow of common,everyday things about, it now lost a shade of the glow of theprevious evening. Drouet himself was not talking so much OF asFOR her. He felt instinctively that, for some reason or other,he needed reconstruction in her regard.
As a matter of fact, no man as clever as Hurstwood--as observantand sensitive to atmospheres of many sorts, particularly upon hisown plane of thought--would have made the mistake which he did inregard to his wife, wrought up as she was, had he not beenoccupied mentally with a very different train of thought. Hadnot the influence of Carrie's regard for him, the elation whichher promise aroused in him, lasted over, he would not have seenthe house in so pleasant a mood. It was not extraordinarilybright and merry this evening. He was merely very much mistaken,and would have been much more fitted to cope with it had he comehome in his normal state.。，
There had been so much enthusiasm engendered that she wasbelieving herself deeply in love. She sighed as she thought ofher handsome adorer. Yes, she would get ready by Saturday. Shewould go, and they would be happy.。， "Good-night," he said, simulating an easy friendliness.
"I see," said this individual, who wore sporting clothes of themost attractive pattern, and had a field-glass strung over hisshoulder, "that you did not get over to our little entertainmentlast evening."。， She was gazing now sadly out upon the open sea, her arm restinglistlessly upon the polished door-post.
"Say, Harry," Hurstwood said to him one evening, as the latterstood at the bar drinking before wending his belated wayhomeward, "you can help the boys out, I guess."。， "Her beauty, her wit, her accomplishments, she may sell to you;but her love is the treasure without money and without price."
"Not since you came back," she laughed.。， He scratched his head and prepared to go down town. He was stillfrowning. As he came into the hall he encountered the girl, whowas now looking after another chamber. She had on a whitedusting cap, beneath which her chubby face shone good-naturedly.Drouet almost forgot his worry in the fact that she was smilingon him. He put his hand familiarly on her shoulder, as if onlyto greet her in passing.
For all this, he still retained the semblance of leadership andcontrol, even though his wife was straining to revolt. Herdisplay of temper and open assertion of opposition were basedupon nothing more than the feeling that she could do it. She hadno special evidence wherewith to justify herself--the knowledgeof something which would give her both authority and excuse. Thelatter was all that was lacking, however, to give a solidfoundation to what, in a way, seemed groundless discontent. Theclear proof of one overt deed was the cold breath needed toconvert the lowering clouds of suspicion into a rain of wrath.。， "I didn't see you for a long time," she said, coquettishly,repulsing one of his exuberant approaches. "You must have beenaway."
"Let the woman you look upon be wise or vain," said Carrie, hereyes bent sadly upon the lover, who had sunk into a seat,"beautiful or homely, rich or poor, she has but one thing she canreally give or refuse--her heart."。， At last the curtain was ready to go up. All the details of themake-up had been completed, and the company settled down as theleader of the small, hired orchestra tapped significantly uponhis music rack with his baton and began the soft curtain-raisingstrain. Hurstwood ceased talking, and went with Drouet and hisfriend Sagar Morrison around to the box.