She turned and recognised him on the instant. If there ever hadlurked any feeling in her heart against him, it deserted her now.Still, she remembered what Drouet said about his having stolenthe money.。， "Well, I should say," said the other. "I've been just sittinghere thinking where I'd go to-night."
Carrie fell back a pace, expecting a most embarrassingconversation.。， Seeing the opposition to his action, he looked sullenly along theline, then moved out, taking his place at the foot. When orderhad been restored, the animal feeling of opposition relaxed.
This is all that was said at the time, owing to an interruption,but later they met again. He was sitting in a corner afterdinner, staring at the floor, when Carrie came up with another ofthe guests. Hard work had given his face the look of one who isweary. It was not for Carrie to know the thing in it whichappealed to her.。， "Aw, get out," said the man, who happened to be a common typehimself. "You're no good. I'll give you nawthin'."
One afternoon they met at the Vances' accidentally, and began avery friendly conversation. She could hardly tell why the one-time keen interest in him was no longer with her.Unquestionably, it was because at that time he had representedsomething which she did not have; but this she did notunderstand. Success had given her the momentary feeling that shewas now blessed with much of which he would approve. As a matterof fact, her little newspaper fame was nothing at all to him. Hethought she could have done better, by far.。， At last the door opened and the motherly-looking sister appeared.She only looked an order. Slowly the line moved up and, one byone, passed in, until twenty-five were counted. Then sheinterposed a stout arm, and the line halted, with six men on thesteps. Of these the ex-manager was one. Waiting thus, sometalked, some ejaculated concerning the misery of it; somebrooded, as did Hurstwood. At last he was admitted, and, havingeaten, came away, almost angered because of his pains in gettingit.
They fell into a sort of broken, ragged line. One might see,now, some of the chief characteristics by contrast. There was awooden leg in the line. Hats were all drooping, a group thatwould ill become a second-hand Hester Street basement collection.Trousers were all warped and frayed at the bottom and coats wornand faded. In the glare of the store lights, some of the faceslooked dry and chalky; others were red with blotches and puffedin the cheeks and under the eyes; one or two were rawboned andreminded one of railroad hands. A few spectators came near,drawn by the seemingly conferring group, then more and more, andquickly there was a pushing, gaping crowd. Some one in the linebegan to talk.。，
It seemed as if he thought a while, for now he arose and turnedthe gas out, standing calmly in the blackness, hidden from view.After a few moments, in which he reviewed nothing, but merelyhesitated, he turned the gas on again, but applied no match.Even then he stood there, hidden wholly in that kindness which isnight, while the uprising fumes filled the room. When the odourreached his nostrils, he quit his attitude and fumbled for thebed. "What's the use?" he said, weakly, as he stretched himselfto rest.。， "It don't matter how near you get to the front, so long as you'rein the first twenty-five," commented one of the first twenty-five. "You all go in together."
Money came slowly. In the course of time the crowd thinned outto a meagre handful. Fifth Avenue, save for an occasional cab orfoot passenger, was bare. Broadway was thinly peopled withpedestrians. Only now and then a stranger passing noticed thesmall group, handed out a coin, and went away, unheeding.。， "He's here in New York, I guess," she said. "I haven't seen himfor some time."
At eleven o'clock of another evening, perhaps two weeks later, hewas at the midnight offering of a loaf--waiting patiently. Ithad been an unfortunate day with him, but now he took his fatewith a touch of philosophy. If he could secure no supper, or washungry late in the evening, here was a place he could come. Afew minutes before twelve, a great box of bread was pushed out,and exactly on the hour a portly, round-faced German tookposition by it, calling "Ready." The whole line at once movedforward each taking his loaf in turn and going his separate way.On this occasion, the ex-manager ate his as he went plodding thedark streets in silence to his bed.。，