"Think," he said, "what I've given up. I can't go back toChicago any more. I've got to stay away and live alone now, ifyou don't come with me. You won't go back on me entirely, willyou, Carrie?"。， "Who are they?" asked Hurstwood.
The fact that he had in a measure mollified Carrie was a sourceof satisfaction to Hurstwood, but it furnished only the mosttemporary relief. Now that her opposition was out of the way, hehad all of his time to devote to the consideration of his ownerror.。， "This very day," he said, with all delight.
。， Carrie could not say anything else, but somehow this developmentshocked her. She had been regretting the wane of a pleasantevening, but she had thought there was a half-hour more. Oh, thehalf-hours, the minutes of the world; what miseries and griefsare crowded into them!
"I will," said Hurstwood, moving away. The whole conversationwas a trial to him. It seemed to add complications with veryword. This man called up a thousand memories. He representedeverything he had left. Chicago, his wife, the elegant resort--all these were in his greeting and inquiries. And here he was inthis same hotel expecting to confer with him, unquestionablywaiting to have a good time with him. All at once the Chicagopapers would arrive. The local papers would have accounts inthem this very day. He forgot his triumph with Carrie in thepossibility of soon being known for what he was, in this man'seyes, a safe-breaker. He could have groaned as he went into thebarber shop. He decided to escape and seek a more secludedhotel.。，