Carrie saw things were wrong with him. He was not so handsomewhen gloomy. The lines at the sides of the eyes were deepened.Naturally dark of skin, gloom made him look slightly sinister.He was quite a disagreeable figure.。， She came in and sat down at her place, feeling exceedinglywretched.
Hurstwood was now hot and waked up. It was a great shaking upfor him, both mental and moral. He wiped his brow as he lookedaround, and then went for his clothes and dressed. Not a soundcame from Carrie; she ceased sobbing when she heard him dressing.She thought, at first, with the faintest alarm, of being leftwithout money--not of losing him, though he might be going awaypermanently. She heard him open the top of the wardrobe and takeout his hat. Then the dining-room door closed, and she knew hehad gone.。， Wholly depressed, he started for Thirteenth Street. The flat hadonly a light in the kitchen, where Carrie was working. He strucka match and, lighting the gas, sat down in the dining-roomwithout even greeting her. She came to the door and looked in.
。， He went out smiling and visited the place. Shaughnessy wasthere. They had made all arrangements to share according totheir interests. When, however, he had been there several hours,gone out three more, and returned, his elation had departed. Asmuch as he had objected to the place, now that it was no longerto exist, he felt sorry. He wished that things were different.
The third night she went to her front bed without apologies.。， The least wrinkle crept into his brow as he remembered that thiswas February 2d, the time the man always called. He fished downin his pocket for his purse, getting the first taste of payingout when nothing is coming in. He looked at the fat, green rollas a sick man looks at the one possible saving cure. Then hecounted off twenty-eight dollars.