“What’stheuse？”hethought，lookingoutupontheslopandsnow。
“Icouldn’tbuyintoit。It’sathousandtoonenothingcomesof，it。IguessI’llgetoff，“andoffhegot。Inthelobbyhetook，aseatandwaitedagain，wonderingwhathecoulddo。
Whilehewasidlypondering，satisfiedtobeinside，awell-
dressedmanpassedupthelobby，stopped，lookedsharply，asif，notsureofhismemory，andthenapproached。Hurstwood，recognisedCargill，theownerofthelargestablesinChicagoof，thesamename，whomhehadlastseenatAveryHall，thenight，Carrieappearedthere。Theremembranceofhowthisindividual，broughtuphiswifetoshakehandsonthatoccasionwasalsoon，theinstantclear。
Hurstwoodwasgreatlyabashed。Hiseyesexpressedthedifficulty，hefelt。