。， At home was Hurstwood, daily giving her cause for thought. Heseemed to get nothing to do, and yet he made bold to inquire howshe was getting along. The regularity with which he did thissmacked of some one who was waiting to live upon her labour. Nowthat she had a visible means of support, this irritated her. Heseemed to be depending upon her little twelve dollars.
As a matter of fact, during this second month she had been buyingfor herself as recklessly as she dared, regardless of theconsequences. There were impending more complications rent day,and more extension of the credit system in the neighbourhood.Now, however, she proposed to do better by herself.。， "Over to Brooklyn," he answered. Then, seeing her stillinquisitive, he added: "I think I can get on over there."
。， "One of those fellows on the Fifth Avenue line must have had ahell of a time, according to the papers," drawled another. "Theybroke his car windows and pulled him off into the street 'forethe police could stop 'em."
Miss Osborne took it for granted that, like herself, Carrie'stime was her own. She invariably asked her to stay, proposinglittle outings and other things of that sort until Carrie beganneglecting her dinner hours. Hurstwood noticed it, but felt inno position to quarrel with her. Several times she came so lateas scarcely to have an hour in which to patch up a meal and startfor the theatre.。，
Hurstwood saw it all clearly enough. He was shrewd after hiskind, and yet there was enough decency in the man to stop himfrom making any effectual protest. In his almost inexplicableapathy he was content to droop supinely while Carrie drifted outof his life, just as he was willing supinely to see opportunitypass beyond his control. He could not help clinging andprotesting in a mild, irritating, and ineffectual way, however--away that simply widened the breach by slow degrees.。， "Oh, they'll do that," returned the other. "They always do."