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“
Indeed
it
was
.
My
wife
enjoyed
it
very
much
.
”
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
bit
her
lip
.
“
So
,
”
she
thought
,
“
that
’
s
the
way
he
does
.
Tells
my
friends
I
am
sick
and
cannot
come
.
”
She
wondered
what
could
induce
him
to
go
alone
.
There
was
something
back
of
this
.
She
rummaged
her
brain
for
a
reason
.
By
evening
,
when
Hurstwood
reached
home
,
she
had
brooded
herself
into
a
state
of
sullen
desire
for
explanation
and
revenge
.
She
wanted
to
know
what
this
peculiar
action
of
his
imported
.
She
was
certain
there
was
more
behind
it
all
than
what
she
had
heard
,
and
evil
curiosity
mingled
well
with
distrust
and
the
remnants
of
her
wrath
of
the
morning
.
She
,
impending
disaster
itself
,
walked
about
with
gathered
shadow
at
the
eyes
and
the
rudimentary
muscles
of
savagery
fixing
the
hard
lines
of
her
mouth
.
On
the
other
hand
,
as
we
may
well
believe
,
the
manager
came
home
in
the
sunniest
mood
.
His
conversation
and
agreement
with
Carrie
had
raised
his
spirits
until
he
was
in
the
frame
of
mind
of
one
who
sings
joyously
.
He
was
proud
of
himself
,
proud
of
his
success
,
proud
of
Carrie
.
He
could
have
been
genial
to
all
the
world
,
and
he
bore
no
grudge
against
his
wife
.
He
meant
to
be
pleasant
,
to
forget
her
presence
,
to
live
in
the
atmosphere
of
youth
and
pleasure
which
had
been
restored
to
him
.
So
now
,
the
house
,
to
his
mind
,
had
a
most
pleasing
and
comfortable
appearance
.
In
the
hall
he
found
an
evening
paper
,
laid
there
by
the
maid
and
forgotten
by
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
.
In
the
dining
-
room
the
table
was
clean
laid
with
linen
and
napery
and
shiny
with
glasses
and
decorated
china
.
Through
an
open
door
he
saw
into
the
kitchen
,
where
the
fire
was
crackling
in
the
stove
and
the
evening
meal
already
well
under
way
.
Out
in
the
small
back
yard
was
George
,
Jr
.
,
frolicking
with
a
young
dog
he
had
recently
purchased
,
and
in
the
parlour
Jessica
was
playing
at
the
piano
,
the
sounds
of
a
merry
waltz
filling
every
nook
and
corner
of
the
comfortable
home
.
Every
one
,
like
himself
,
seemed
to
have
regained
his
good
spirits
,
to
be
in
sympathy
with
youth
and
beauty
,
to
be
inclined
to
joy
and
merry
-
making
.
He
felt
as
if
he
could
say
a
good
word
all
around
himself
,
and
took
a
most
genial
glance
at
the
spread
table
and
polished
sideboard
before
going
upstairs
to
read
his
paper
in
the
comfortable
armchair
of
the
sitting
-
room
which
looked
through
the
open
windows
into
the
street
.
When
he
entered
there
,
however
,
he
found
his
wife
brushing
her
hair
and
musing
to
herself
the
while
.
He
came
lightly
in
,
thinking
to
smooth
over
any
feeling
that
might
still
exist
by
a
kindly
word
and
a
ready
promise
,
but
Mrs
.
Hurstwood
said
nothing
.
He
seated
himself
in
the
large
chair
,
stirred
lightly
in
making
himself
comfortable
,
opened
his
paper
,
and
began
to
read
.
In
a
few
moments
he
was
smiling
merrily
over
a
very
comical
account
of
a
baseball
game
which
had
taken
place
between
the
Chicago
and
Detroit
teams
.
