The sum and substance of it was that there was no hope, and theywanted the money with the least trouble possible. Hurstwood readhis doom. He decided to pay ,500 to the agent whom they saidthey would send, keeping ,300 for his own use. He telegraphedhis acquiescence, explained to the representative who called atthe hotel the same day, took a certificate of payment, and toldCarrie to pack her trunk. He was slightly depressed over thisnewest move at the time he began to make it, but eventuallyrestored himself. He feared that even yet he might be seized andtaken back, so he tried to conceal his movements, but it wasscarcely possible. He ordered Carrie's trunk sent to the depot,where he had it sent by express to New York. No one seemed to beobserving him, but he left at night. He was greatly agitatedlest at the first station across the border or at the depot inNew York there should be waiting for him an officer of the law.。，
"Well, I must see more of you to-day. I'm just going in here forbreakfast. Come in when you're through."。， The following morning the train pulled safely into Montreal andthey stepped down, Hurstwood glad to be out of danger, Carriewondering at the novel atmosphere of the northern city. Longbefore, Hurstwood had been here, and now he remembered the nameof the hotel at which he had stopped. As they came out of themain entrance of the depot he heard it called anew by a busman.
"Yes, the next sleeper back does."。， For all her acquiescence, there was something about the wayHurstwood spoke which reminded Carrie of Drouet and his littledeal which he was always about to put through. It was only thethought of a second, but it was a beginning. It was somethingnew in her thinking of Hurstwood.
Once seated, there began that exhibition of showy, wasteful, andunwholesome gastronomy as practised by wealthy Americans, whichis the wonder and astonishment of true culture and dignity theworld over. The large bill of fare held an array of dishessufficient to feed an army, sidelined with prices which madereasonable expenditure a ridiculous impossibility--an order ofsoup at fifty cents or a dollar, with a dozen kinds to choosefrom; oysters in forty styles and at sixty cents the half-dozen;entrees, fish, and meats at prices which would house one overnight in an average hotel. One dollar fifty and two dollarsseemed to be the most common figures upon this most tastefullyprinted bill of fare.。，
"Just attending to a little private matter," he answered, hismind working like a key-board of a telephone station. This manevidently did not know--he had not read the papers.。， As Carrie looked out upon the flying scenery she almost forgotthat she had been tricked into this long journey against her willand that she was without the necessary apparel for travelling.She quite forgot Hurstwood's presence at times, and looked awayto homely farmhouses and cosey cottages in villages withwondering eyes. It was an interesting world to her. Her lifehad just begun. She did not feel herself defeated at all.Neither was she blasted in hope. The great city held much.Possibly she would come out of bondage into freedom--who knows?Perhaps she would be happy. These thoughts raised her above thelevel of erring. She was saved in that she was hopeful.
"A little," said Carrie.。， Carrie noticed this, and in scanning it the price of springchicken carried her back to that other bill of fare and fardifferent occasion when, for the first time, she sat with Drouetin a good restaurant in Chicago. It was only momentary--a sadnote as out of an old song--and then it was gone. But in thatflash was seen the other Carrie--poor, hungry, drifting at herwits' ends, and all Chicago a cold and closed world, from whichshe only wandered because she could not find work.
Carrie had bathed and was waiting when he arrived. She lookedrefreshed--more delightful than ever, but reserved. Since he hadgone she had resumed somewhat of her cold attitude towards him.Love was not blazing in her heart. He felt it, and his troublesseemed increased. He could not take her in his arms; he did noteven try. Something about her forbade it. In part his opinionwas the result of his own experiences and reflections belowstairs.。， "I didn't know but what she might have found a better husband,"said Hurstwood.
， The tables were not so remarkable in themselves, and yet theimprint of Sherry upon the napery, the name of Tiffany upon thesilverware, the name of Haviland upon the china, and over all theglow of the small, red-shaded candelabra and the reflected tintsof the walls on garments and faces, made them seem remarkable.Each waiter added an air of exclusiveness and elegance by themanner in which he bowed, scraped, touched, and trifled withthings. The exclusively personal attention which he devoted toeach one, standing half bent, ear to one side, elbows akimbo,saying: "Soup--green turtle, yes. One portion, yes. Oysters--certainly--half-dozen--yes. Asparagus. Olives--yes."。， Nevertheless, wakened out of her melancholia and called to thedinner table, she changed her mind. A little food in the stomachdoes wonders. She went again, and in so doing temporarilyrecovered her equanimity. The great awakening blow had, however,been delivered. As often as she might recover from thesediscontented thoughts now, they would occur again. Time andrepetition--ah, the wonder of it! The dropping water and thesolid stone--how utterly it yields at last!