。， His condition was bitter in the extreme, for he did not want themiserable sum he had stolen. He did not want to be a thief.That sum or any other could never compensate for the state whichhe had thus foolishly doffed. It could not give him back hishost of friends, his name, his house and family, nor Carrie, ashe had meant to have her. He was shut out from Chicago--from hiseasy, comfortable state. He had robbed himself of his dignity,his merry meetings, his pleasant evenings. And for what? Themore he thought of it the more unbearable it became. He began tothink that he would try and restore himself to his old state. Hewould return the miserable thievings of the night and explain.Perhaps Moy would understand. Perhaps they would forgive him andlet him come back.
Carrie saw no more of Mrs. Vance for several weeks, but she heardher play through the thin walls which divided the front rooms ofthe flats, and was pleased by the merry selection of pieces andthe brilliance of their rendition. She could play onlymoderately herself, and such variety as Mrs. Vance exercisedbordered, for Carrie, upon the verge of great art. Everythingshe had seen and heard thus far--the merest scraps and shadows--indicated that these people were, in a measure, refined and incomfortable circumstances. So Carrie was ready for any extensionof the friendship which might follow.。， "You have a bath there," said he. "Now you can clean up when youget ready."
"It is rather large to get around in a week," answered Ames,pleasantly.。， The latter departed, and at one o'clock reappeared, stunninglyarrayed in a dark-blue walking dress, with a nobby hat to match.Carrie had gotten herself up charmingly enough, but this womanpained her by contrast. She seemed to have so many dainty littlethings which Carrie had not. There were trinkets of gold, anelegant green leather purse set with her initials, a fancyhandkerchief, exceedingly rich in design, and the like. Carriefelt that she needed more and better clothes to compare with thiswoman, and that any one looking at the two would pick Mrs. Vancefor her raiment alone. It was a trying, though rather unjustthought, for Carrie had now developed an equally pleasing figure,and had grown in comeliness until she was a thoroughly attractivetype of her colour of beauty. There was some difference in theclothing of the two, both of quality and age, but this differencewas not especially noticeable. It served, however, to augmentCarrie's dissatisfaction with her state.
。， As for Hurstwood, he was making a great fight against thedifficulties of a changed condition. He was too shrewd not torealise the tremendous mistake he had made, and appreciate thathe had done well in getting where he was, and yet he could nothelp contrasting his present state with his former, hour afterhour, and day after day.
。， "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Vance to Carrie, "we think we might as wellgive up the flat and store our things. We'll be gone for thesummer, and it would be a useless expense. I think we'll settlea little farther down town when we come back."
Carrie walked with an air equal to that of Mrs. Vance, andaccepted the seat which the head waiter provided for her. Shewas keenly aware of all the little things that were done--thelittle genuflections and attentions of the waiters and headwaiter which Americans pay for. The air with which the latterpulled out each chair, and the wave of the hand with which hemotioned them to be seated, were worth several dollars inthemselves.。，
，。， "When I say you wouldn't come unless I could marry you, I decidedto put everything else behind me and get you to come away withme. I'm going off now to another city. I want to go to Montrealfor a while, and then anywhere you want to. We'll go and live inNew York, if you say."