There was a look of confusion and pain in her face. She waswondering why that miserable thought must be brought in. She wasstruck as by a blade with the miserable provision which wasoutside the pale of marriage.。，
Drouet was glad to do anything for relief. He fairly hustledaround to the side entrance, and was let in by the friendly door-keeper. Carrie was standing in the wings, weakly waiting hernext cue, all the snap and nerve gone out of her.。，
。， "I think," he said, as he spruced around their chambers the nextmorning, preparatory to going down town, "that I'll straightenout that little deal of mine this month and then we'll getmarried. I was talking with Mosher about that yesterday."
Drouet felt a scratch in his throat.。， "I remember Mrs. Hurstwood when she was travelling once with youover to St. Joe--" and here the newcomer launched off in atrivial recollection, which was terminated by the arrival of morefriends.
"Cue," said the prompter, close to her side, but she did nothear. Already she was moving forward with a steady grace, bornof inspiration. She dawned upon the audience, handsome andproud, shifting, with the necessity of the situation, to a cold,white, helpless object, as the social pack moved away from herscornfully.。， "Nothing's the matter, and I'm not rowing. You mustn't thinkbecause I indulge you in some things that you can keep everybodywaiting. I won't have it."
。， She recalled, with more subtle emotions, that he did not look ather now with any of the old light of satisfaction or approval inhis eye. Evidently, along with other things, he was taking herto be getting old and uninteresting. He saw her wrinkles,perhaps. She was fading, while he was still preening himself inhis elegance and youth. He was still an interested factor in themerry-makings of the world, while she--but she did not pursue thethought. She only found the whole situation bitter, and hatedhim for it thoroughly.
。， On the other hand, as we may well believe, the manager came homein the sunniest mood. His conversation and agreement with Carriehad raised his spirits until he was in the frame of mind of onewho sings joyously. He was proud of himself, proud of hissuccess, proud of Carrie. He could have been genial to all theworld, and he bore no grudge against his wife. He meant to bepleasant, to forget her presence, to live in the atmosphere ofyouth and pleasure which had been restored to him.