He could not have introduced a more incongruous proposition. Itmade clear to Carrie that he could not sympathise with her. Shecould not have framed thoughts which would have expressed hisdefect or made clear the difference between them, but she feltit. It was his first great mistake.。， "What do you want to do," he smiled, "go without them?"
Carrie reached home in high good spirits, which she couldscarcely conceal. The possession of the money involved a numberof points which perplexed her seriously. How should she buy anyclothes when Minnie knew that she had no money? She had nosooner entered the flat than this point was settled for her. Itcould not be done. She could think of no way of explaining.。， Now Carrie was affected by music. Her nervous compositionresponded to certain strains, much as certain strings of a harpvibrate when a corresponding key of a piano is struck. She wasdelicately moulded in sentiment, and answered with vagueruminations to certain wistful chords. They awoke longings forthose things which she did not have. They caused her to clingcloser to things she possessed. One short song the young ladyplayed in a most soulful and tender mood. Carrie heard itthrough the open door from the parlour below. It was at thathour between afternoon and night when, for the idle, thewanderer, things are apt to take on a wistful aspect. The mindwanders forth on far journeys and returns with sheaves ofwithered and departed joys. Carrie sat at her window lookingout. Drouet had been away since ten in the morning. She hadamused herself with a walk, a book by Bertha M. Clay which Drouethad left there, though she did not wholly enjoy the latter, andby changing her dress for the evening. Now she sat looking outacross the park as wistful and depressed as the nature whichcraves variety and life can be under such circumstances. As shecontemplated her new state, the strain from the parlour belowstole upward. With it her thoughts became coloured and enmeshed.She reverted to the things which were best and saddest within thesmall limit of her experience. She became for the moment arepentant.
"To Philadelphia, on business."。， It so happened that on the night when Hurstwood, Carrie, andDrouet were in the box at McVickar's, George, Jr., was in thesixth row of the parquet with the daughter of H. B. Carmichael,the third partner of a wholesale dry-goods house of that city.Hurstwood did not see his son, for he sat, as was his wont, asfar back as possible, leaving himself just partially visible,when he bent forward, to those within the first six rows inquestion. It was his wont to sit this way in every theatre--tomake his personality as inconspicuous as possible where it wouldbe no advantage to him to have it otherwise.
"Now, I'll tell you what you do," he said, "you go out there andget whatever you want and come away."。， She reached in her purse and took out one of the bills. The womanasked if she would wear the coat and went off. In a few minutesshe was back and the purchase was closed.
She was relieved to see that he felt nothing. She did not credither willingness to go to any fascination Hurstwood held for her.It seemed that the combination of Hurstwood, Drouet, and herselfwas more agreeable than anything else that had been suggested.She arrayed herself most carefully and they started off,extending excuses upstairs.。， "Oh, I can't get anything here."
The best proof that there was something open and commendableabout the man was the fact that Carrie took the money. No deep,sinister soul with ulterior motives could have given her fifteencents under the guise of friendship. The unintellectual are notso helpless. Nature has taught the beasts of the field to flywhen some unheralded danger threatens. She has put into thesmall, unwise head of the chipmunk the untutored fear of poisons."He keepeth His creatures whole," was not written of beastsalone. Carrie was unwise, and, therefore, like the sheep in itsunwisdom, strong in feeling. The instinct of self-protection,strong in all such natures, was roused but feebly, if at all, bythe overtures of Drouet.。，
The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explainedand comprehended. When each individual realises for himself thatthis thing primarily stands for and should only be accepted as amoral due--that it should be paid out as honestly stored energy,and not as a usurped privilege--many of our social, religious,and political troubles will have permanently passed. As forCarrie, her understanding of the moral significance of money wasthe popular understanding, nothing more. The old definition:"Money: something everybody else has and I must get," would haveexpressed her understanding of it thoroughly. Some of it she nowheld in her hand--two soft, green ten-dollar bills--and she feltthat she was immensely better off for the having of them. It wassomething that was power in itself. One of her order of mindwould have been content to be cast away upon a desert island witha bundle of money, and only the long strain of starvation wouldhave taught her that in some cases it could have no value. Eventhen she would have had no conception of the relative value ofthe thing; her one thought would, undoubtedly, have concerned thepity of having so much power and the inability to use it.。， "Not me," answered the drummer. "Sure I'll come."