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第1章 宝物近在眼前

　　It so happened that on the night when Hurstwood, Carrie, andDrouet were in the box at McVickar's, George, Jr., was in thesixth row of the parquet with the daughter of H. B. Carmichael,the third partner of a wholesale dry-goods house of that city.Hurstwood did not see his son, for he sat, as was his wont, asfar back as possible, leaving himself just partially visible,when he bent forward, to those within the first six rows inquestion. It was his wont to sit this way in every theatre--tomake his personality as inconspicuous as possible where it wouldbe no advantage to him to have it otherwise.

　　"Oh, are you?" said Carrie, taking another glance at thenewcomer.

　　Amid the babel of voices, Hurstwood heard one close beside him.

　　Chapter XLVII

　　"Can you give me something to do?" said Carrie.

　　"Well, I guess we're ready now. The coach is outside."

　　"Say, Harry," Hurstwood said to him one evening, as the latterstood at the bar drinking before wending his belated wayhomeward, "you can help the boys out, I guess."

　　"I do the best I can," said Carrie.

　　The aroused manager whistled merrily for a good four miles to hisoffice an old melody that he had not recalled for fifteen years.