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Drouet
hung
on
,
thinking
he
was
all
in
all
.
The
dinner
was
spoiled
by
his
enthusiasm
.
Hurstwood
went
home
feeling
as
if
he
should
die
if
he
did
not
find
affectionate
relief
.
He
whispered
“
to
-
morrow
”
passionately
to
Carrie
,
and
she
understood
.
He
walked
away
from
the
drummer
and
his
prize
at
parting
feeling
as
if
he
could
slay
him
and
not
regret
.
Carrie
also
felt
the
misery
of
it
.
“
Good
-
night
,
”
he
said
,
simulating
an
easy
friendliness
.
“
Good
-
night
,
”
said
the
little
actress
,
tenderly
.
“
The
fool
!
”
he
said
,
now
hating
Drouet
.
“
The
idiot
!
I
’
ll
do
him
yet
,
and
that
quick
!
We
’
ll
see
to
-
morrow
.
”
“
Well
,
if
you
aren
’
t
a
wonder
,
”
Drouet
was
saying
,
complacently
,
squeezing
Carrie
’
s
arm
.
“
You
are
the
dandiest
little
girl
on
earth
.
”
Passion
in
a
man
of
Hurstwood
’
s
nature
takes
a
vigorous
form
.
It
is
no
musing
,
dreamy
thing
.
There
is
none
of
the
tendency
to
sing
outside
of
my
lady
’
s
window
—
to
languish
and
repine
in
the
face
of
difficulties
.
In
the
night
he
was
long
getting
to
sleep
because
of
too
much
thinking
,
and
in
the
morning
he
was
early
awake
,
seizing
with
alacrity
upon
the
same
dear
subject
and
pursuing
it
with
vigour
.
He
was
out
of
sorts
physically
,
as
well
as
disordered
mentally
,
for
did
he
not
delight
in
a
new
manner
in
his
Carrie
,
and
was
not
Drouet
in
the
way
?
Never
was
man
more
harassed
than
he
by
the
thoughts
of
his
love
being
held
by
the
elated
,
flush
-
mannered
drummer
.
He
would
have
given
anything
,
it
seemed
to
him
,
to
have
the
complication
ended
—
to
have
Carrie
acquiesce
to
an
arrangement
which
would
dispose
of
Drouet
effectually
and
forever
.
What
to
do
.
He
dressed
thinking
.
He
moved
about
in
the
same
chamber
with
his
wife
,
unmindful
of
her
presence
.
At
breakfast
he
found
himself
without
an
appetite
.
The
meat
to
which
he
helped
himself
remained
on
his
plate
untouched
.
His
coffee
grew
cold
,
while
he
scanned
the
paper
indifferently
.
Here
and
there
he
read
a
little
thing
,
but
remembered
nothing
.
Jessica
had
not
yet
come
down
.
His
wife
sat
at
one
end
of
the
table
revolving
thoughts
of
her
own
in
silence
.
A
new
servant
had
been
recently
installed
and
had
forgot
the
napkins
.
On
this
account
the
silence
was
irritably
broken
by
a
reproof
.
“
I
’
ve
told
you
about
this
before
,
Maggie
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
.
“
I
’
m
not
going
to
tell
you
again
.
”
Hurstwood
took
a
glance
at
his
wife
.
She
was
frowning
.
