裴素恩《咖啡黑》
裴素恩《咖啡黑》
Other things followed from time to time, little things of thesame sort, which in their cumulative effect were eventually equalto a full revelation. Carrie was not dull by any means. Twopersons cannot long dwell together without coming to anunderstanding of one another. The mental difficulties of anindividual reveal themselves whether he voluntarily confessesthem or not. Trouble gets in the air and contributes gloom,which speaks for itself. Hurstwood dressed as nicely as usual,but they were the same clothes he had in Canada. Carrie noticedthat he did not install a large wardrobe, though his own wasanything but large. She noticed, also, that he did not suggestmany amusements, said nothing about the food, seemed concernedabout his business. This was not the easy Hurstwood of Chicago--not the liberal, opulent Hurstwood she had known. The change wastoo obvious to escape detection.
"Will you do that?" he asked.
"Say," he said, after he had, as he thought, pleasantly disposedof the marriage question, "I saw Hurstwood to-day, and he wantsus to go to the theatre with him."
"You got home all right," he said, gloomily, of a sudden, histune modifying itself to one of self-commiseration.
She turned slowly toward the audience without seeing. There wasso much simplicity in her movements that she seemed wholly alone.Then she found a seat by a table, and turned over some books,devoting a thought to them.
