To add to his misery there was no word from Carrie. He was quitecertain now that she knew he was married and was angered at hisperfidy. His loss seemed all the more bitter now that he neededher most. He thought he would go out and insist on seeing her ifshe did not send him word of some sort soon. He was reallyaffected most miserably of all by this desertion. He had lovedher earnestly enough, but now that the possibility of losing herstared him in the face she seemed much more attractive. Hereally pined for a word, and looked out upon her with his mind'seye in the most wistful manner. He did not propose to lose her,whatever she might think. Come what might, he would adjust thismatter, and soon. He would go to her and tell her all his familycomplications. He would explain to her just where he stood andhow much he needed her. Surely she couldn't go back on him now?It wasn't possible. He would plead until her anger would melt--until she would forgive him.。， Drouet had gone, but what of it? He did not seem seriously angry.He only acted as if he were huffy. He would come back--of coursehe would. There was his cane in the corner. Here was one of hiscollars. He had left his light overcoat in the wardrobe. Shelooked about and tried to assure herself with the sight of adozen such details, but, alas, the secondary thought arrived.Supposing he did come back. Then what?
。， It is to be observed that the man did not justify himself tohimself. He was not troubling about that. His whole thought wasthe possibility of persuading Carrie. Nothing was wrong in that.He loved her dearly. Their mutual happiness depended upon it.Would that Drouet were only away!
His spirits fell, however, when, upon reaching the park, hewaited and waited and Carrie did not come. He held his favouritepost for an hour or more, then arose and began to walk aboutrestlessly. Could something have happened out there to keep heraway? Could she have been reached by his wife? Surely not. Solittle did he consider Drouet that it never once occurred to himto worry about his finding out. He grew restless as heruminated, and then decided that perhaps it was nothing. She hadnot been able to get away this morning. That was why no letternotifying him had come. He would get one to-day. It wouldprobably be on his desk when he got back. He would look for itat once.。， She arose and tried to push out into the aisle--anywhere. Sheknew she had to do something. Hurstwood laid a gentle hand onher.
Through all this thoughts of Carrie flashed upon him, and theapproaching affair of Saturday. Tangled as all his matters were,he did not worry over that. It was the one pleasing thing inthis whole rout of trouble. He could arrange thatsatisfactorily, for Carrie would be glad to wait, if necessary.He would see how things turned out to-morrow, and then he wouldtalk to her. They were going to meet as usual. He saw only herpretty face and neat figure and wondered why life was notarranged so that such joy as he found with her could be steadilymaintained. How much more pleasant it would be. Then he wouldtake up his wife's threat again, and the wrinkles and moisturewould return.。，
Accordingly, she arose early Monday morning and dressed herselfcarefully. She did not know just how such applications weremade, but she took it to be a matter which related more directlyto the theatre buildings. All you had to do was to inquire ofsome one about the theatre for the manager and ask for aposition. If there was anything, you might get it, or, at least,he could tell you how.。，
， "I won't," said Carrie, who was, nevertheless, complying againsther will. "Let me go," she said. "How dare you?" and largetears began to gather in her eyes.。， He strolled up and down the polished floor of the resort, hishands in his pockets, his brow wrinkled, his mouth set. He wasgetting some vague comfort out of a good cigar, but it was nopanacea for the ill which affected him. Every once in a while hewould clinch his fingers and tap his foot--signs of the stirringmental process he was undergoing. His whole nature wasvigorously and powerfully shaken up, and he was finding whatlimits the mind has to endurance. He drank more brandy and sodathan he had any evening in months. He was altogether a fineexample of great mental perturbation.