Thus passed all that was of interest concerning these twain intheir relation to her. Their influence upon her life isexplicable alone by the nature of her longings. Time was whenboth represented for her all that was most potent in earthlysuccess. They were the personal representatives of a state mostblessed to attain--the titled ambassadors of comfort and peace,aglow with their credentials. It is but natural that when theworld which they represented no longer allured her, itsambassadors should be discredited. Even had Hurstwood returnedin his original beauty and glory, he could not now have alluredher. She had learned that in his world, as in her own presentstate, was not happiness.。， "It might be just the other way," said Carrie.
"We'll have to take a coach to-night," answered Carrie absently.。， "That fellow at the door there didn't want to let me in, until Ipaid him. I knew it was you, all right. Say, you've got a greatshow. You do your part fine. I knew you would. I just happenedto be passing to night and thought I'd drop in for a few minutes.I saw your name on the programme, but I didn't remember it untilyou came on the stage. Then it struck me all at once. Say, youcould have knocked me down with a feather. That's the same nameyou used out there in Chicago, isn't it?"
"I have three cents left. These men must be put to bed somehow.There are"--counting--"one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve men. Nine cents more will putthe next man to bed; give him a good, comfortable bed for thenight. I go right along and look after that myself. Who willgive me nine cents?"。， No more weakly looking object ever strolled out into the springsunshine than the once hale, lusty manager. All his corpulencyhad fled. His face was thin and pale, his hands white, his bodyflabby. Clothes and all, he weighed but one hundred and thirty-five pounds. Some old garments had been given him--a cheap browncoat and misfit pair of trousers. Also some change and advice.He was told to apply to the charities.
。， In the hurry of departure, Hurstwood was forgotten. Both he andDrouet were left to discover that she was gone. The lattercalled once, and exclaimed at the news. Then he stood in thelobby, chewing the ends of his moustache. At last he reached aconclusion--the old days had gone for good.