Chapter XL. A Public Dissension: A Final Appeal

           

           Therewasnoafter-theatrelark,however,sofarasCarriewasconcerned.Shemadeherwayhomeward,thinkingaboutherabsence.Hurstwoodwasasleep,butrouseduptolookasshepassedthroughtoherownbed.

           “Isthatyou?”hesaid.

           “Yes,”sheanswered.

           Thenextmorningatbreakfastshefeltlikeapologising.

           “Icouldn’tgethomelastevening,”shesaid.

           “Ah,Carrie,”heanswered,“what’stheusesayingthat?Idon’tcare.Youneedn’ttellmethat,though.”

           “Icouldn’t,”saidCarrie,hercolourrising.Then,seeingthathelookedasifhesaid“Iknow,”sheexclaimed:“Oh,allright.Idon’tcare.”

           Fromnowon,herindifferencetotheflatwasevengreater.Thereseemednocommongroundonwhichtheycouldtalktooneanother.Sheletherselfbeaskedforexpenses.Itbecamesowithhimthathehatedtodoit.Hepreferredstandingoffthebutcherandbaker.HeranupagrocerybillofsixteendollarswithOeslogge,layinginasupplyofstaplearticles,sothattheywouldnothavetobuyanyofthosethingsforsometimetocome.Thenhechangedhisgrocery.Itwasthesamewiththebutcherandseveralothers.Carrieneverheardanythingofthisdirectlyfromhim.Heaskedforsuchashecouldexpect,driftingfartherandfartherintoasituationwhichcouldhavebutoneending.

           Inthisfashion,Septemberwentby.

           “Isn’tMr.Drakegoingtoopenhishotel?”Carrieaskedseveraltimes.

           “Yes.Hewon’tdoitbeforeOctober,though,now.”

           Carriebecamedisgusted.“Suchaman,”shesaidtoherselffrequently.Moreandmoreshevisited.

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