"That man Wheeler's sick," reported one of the lackeys to thenight clerk.。， 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.
Amid the tinsel and shine of her state walked Carrie, unhappy.As when Drouet took her, she had thought: "Now I am lifted intothat which is best"; as when Hurstwood seemingly offered her thebetter way: "Now am I happy." But since the world goes its waypast all who will not partake of its folly, she now found herselfalone. Her purse was open to him whose need was greatest. Inher walks on Broadway, she no longer thought of the elegance ofthe creatures who passed her. Had they more of that peace andbeauty which glimmered afar off, then were they to be envied.。， "Yes," he replied; "I know how you feel."
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.。， Coming back, he resumed his place and began again.
Now the latter put a kindly hand on the ex-manager's shoulder."Line up over there," he said.。， The line was growing rapidly. Already there were fifty or more,and those at the head, by their demeanour, evidentlycongratulated themselves upon not having so long to wait as thoseat the foot. There was much jerking of heads, and looking downthe line.
"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?"。， "Yes," he said; "I do. I don't suppose you're aware of it, butthere is something about your eyes and mouth which fits you forthat sort of work."
One day the following February he was sent on an errand to alarge coal company's office. It had been snowing and thawing andthe streets were sloppy. He soaked his shoes in his progress andcame back feeling dull and weary. All the next day he feltunusually depressed and sat about as much as possible, to theirritation of those who admired energy in others.。，
Jessica obeyed, incidentally touching at her lovely hair andlooking at a little jewel-faced watch. Her husband studied her,for beauty, even cold, is fascinating from one point of view.。， By January he had about concluded that the game was up with him.Life had always seemed a precious thing, but now constant wantand weakened vitality had made the charms of earth rather dulland inconspicuous. Several times, when fortune pressed mostharshly, he thought he would end his troubles; but with a changeof weather, or the arrival of a quarter or a dime, his mood wouldchange, and he would wait. Each day he would find some old paperlying about and look into it, to see if there was any trace ofCarrie, but all summer and fall he had looked in vain. Then henoticed that his eyes were beginning to hurt him, and thisailment rapidly increased until, in the dark chambers of thelodgings he frequented, he did not attempt to read. Bad andirregular eating was weakening every function of his body. Theone recourse left him was to doze when a place offered and hecould get the money to occupy it.
"Here you are," he said.。， Suddenly a coach rolled up and the driver jumped down to open thedoor. Before Hurstwood could act, two ladies flounced across thebroad walk and disappeared in the stage door. He thought he sawCarrie, but it was so unexpected, so elegant and far away, hecould hardly tell. He waited a while longer, growing feverishwith want, and then seeing that the stage door no longer opened,and that a merry audience was arriving, he concluded it must havebeen Carrie and turned away.