Carrie pondered over this situation as consistently as Hurstwood,once she got the facts adjusted in her mind. It took severaldays for her to fully realise that the approach of thedissolution of her husband's business meant commonplace struggleand privation. Her mind went back to her early venture inChicago, the Hansons and their flat, and her heart revolted.That was terrible! Everything about poverty was terrible. Shewished she knew a way out. Her recent experiences with theVances had wholly unfitted her to view her own state withcomplacence. The glamour of the high life of the city had, inthe few experiences afforded her by the former, seized hercompletely. She had been taught how to dress and where to gowithout having ample means to do either. Now, these things--ever-present realities as they were--filled her eyes and mind.The more circumscribed became her state, the more entrancingseemed this other. And now poverty threatened to seize herentirely and to remove this other world far upward like a heavento which any Lazarus might extend, appealingly, his hands.。， This going back to the flat was coupled with the thought thatCarrie would think he was sitting around too much if he came homeearly. He hoped he wouldn't have to, but the day hung heavily onhis hands. Over there he was on his own ground. He could sit inhis rocking-chair and read. This busy, distracting, suggestivescene was shut out. He could read his papers. Accordingly, hewent home. Carrie was reading, quite alone. It was rather darkin the flat, shut in as it was.
。， She encountered a very similar experience in the office of Mr.Jenks, only he varied it by saying at the close: "If you couldplay at some local house, or had a programme with your name onit, I might do something."
He looked so disconsolate that it scared her. She began to seethat she herself had been drifting. She had felt it all thetime.。， Every day he came home early, and at last made no pretence ofgoing anywhere. Winter was no time to look for anything.