A few weeks later Drouet, in his peregrinations, encountered one of his well-dressed lady acquaintances in Chicago on his return from a short trip to Omaha.  He Had intended to hurry out to Ogden Place and surprise Carrie, but now he fell into an interesting conversation And soon modified his original intention.

" Let’s go to dinner,” he said, little reckoning any chance meeting which might trouble his way.

" Certainty,” said his companion.

They visited one of the better restaurants for a social Chat.  It was five in the afternoon when they met; it was Seven thirty before the last bone was picked.

Drouet was just finishing a little incident he was relating, and his face was expanding into a smile, when Hurstwood’s eye caught his own.  The latter had come in with several friends, and, seeing Drouet and some woman, not Carrie, drew his own conclusion.

" Ah, the rascal,” he though, and then, with a touch of righteous sympathy, " that’s pretty hard on the little girl.”

Drouet jumped from one easy though to another as he caught Hurstwood’s eye.  He felt but every little misgiving, until he saw that Hurstwood was cautiously pretending not to see.  Then some of the latter’s impression forced itself upon him.  He though of Carrie and their last meeting.  By George, he would have to explain this to Hurstwood.  Such a chance half-hour with an old friend must not have anything more attached to it really warranted.

For the first time he was troubled.  Here was a moral Complication of which he could not possibly get the ends.  Hurstwood would laugh at him for being a fickle boy.  He would laugh with Hurstwood.  Carrie would never Hear, his present companion at table would never know And yet he could not help feeling that he was getting the was not guilty.  He broke up the dinner by becoming dull, and saw his companion on her car.  Then he went home.

" He hasn’t talked to me about any of these later flames,” though Hurstwood to himself. " He thinks he cares for the girl out there.”

He ought not to think I’m knocking around, since Have just introduced him out there,” though Drouet.

" I saw you,” Hurstwood said, genially, the next time.  Drouet drifted in to his polished resort, from which he Could not stay away.  He raised his forefinger indicatively, as parents do to children.

" An old acquaintance of mine that I ran into just as was coming up from the station,” explained Drouet.

" She used to be quite a beauty.”

" Still attracts a little, eh?” returned the other, affecting to jest.

" Oh, no,” said Drouet, " just couldn’t escape her this time.”

" How long are you here?” asked Hurstwood.

" Only a few days.”

" You must bring the girls down and take dinner with me,” he said. " I’m afraid you keep her cooped up out there.  I’ll get a box for Joe Jefferson.”