Notwithstanding the fact that he had observed her act in Chicago, and that during the past year he had only seen her limited in her relations to her flat and him by conditions which he made, and that she had not gained any friends or associates, he drew this peculiar conclusion.With it came a feeling of satisfaction in having a wife who could thus be content, and this satisfaction worked its natural result.That is, since he imagined he saw her satisfied, he felt called upon to give only that which contributed to such satisfaction.He supplied the furniture, the decorations, the food, and the necessary clothing.Thoughts of entertaining her, leading her out into the shine and show of life, grew less and less.He felt attracted to the outer world, but did not think she would care to go along.Once he went to the theatre alone.Another time he joined a couple of his new friends at an evening game of poker.Since his money-feathers were beginning to grow again he felt like sprucing about.All this, however, in a much less imposing way than had been his wont in Chicago.He avoided the gay places where he would be apt to meet those who had known him.
Now, Carrie began to feel this in various sensory ways.She was not the kind to be seriously disturbed by his actions.Not loving him greatly, she could not be jealous in a disturbing way.
In fact, she was not jealous at all.Hurstwood was pleased with her placid manner, when he should have duly considered it.When he did not come home it did not seem anything like a terrible thing to her.She gave him credit for having the usual allurements of men--people to talk to, places to stop, friends to consult with.She was perfectly willing that he should enjoy himself in his way, but she did not care to be neglected herself.
Her state still seemed fairly reasonable, however.All she did observe was that Hurstwood was somewhat different.
Some time in the second year of their residence in Seventy-eighth Street the flat across the hall from Carrie became vacant, and into it moved a very handsome young woman and her husband, with both of whom Carrie afterwards became acquainted.This was brought about solely by the arrangement of the flats, which were united in one place, as it were, by the dumb-waiter.This useful elevator, by which fuel, groceries, and the like were sent up from the basement, and garbage and waste sent down, was used by both residents of one floor; that is, a small door opened into it from each flat.
If the occupants of both flats answered to the whistle of the janitor at the same time, they would stand face to face when they opened the dumb-waiter doors.One morning, when Carrie went to remove her paper, the newcomer, a handsome brunette of perhaps twenty-three years of age, was there for a like purpose.She was in a night-robe and dressing-gown, with her hair very much tousled, but she looked so pretty and good-natured that Carrie instantly conceived a liking for her.The newcomer did no more than smile shamefacedly, but it was sufficient.Carrie felt that she would like to know her, and a similar feeling stirred in the mind of the other, who admired Carrie's innocent face.
"That's a real pretty woman who has moved in next door," said Carrie to Hurstwood at the breakfast table.
"Who are they?" asked Hurstwood.
"I don't know," said Carrie."The name on the bell is Vance.
Some one over there plays beautifully.I guess it must be she."
"Well, you never can tell what sort of people you're living next to in this town, can you?" said Hurstwood, expressing the customary New York opinion about neighbours.
"Just think," said Carrie, "I have been in this house with nine other families for over a year and I don't know a soul.These people have been here over a month and I haven't seen any one before this morning."
"It's just as well," said Hurstwood.'You never know who you're going to get in with.Some of these people are pretty bad company."
"I expect so," said Carrie, agreeably.
The conversation turned to other things, and Carrie thought no more upon the subject until a day or two later, when, going out to market, she encountered Mrs.Vance coming in.The latter recognised her and nodded, for which Carrie returned a smile.
This settled the probability of acquaintanceship.If there had been no faint recognition on this occasion, there would have been no future association.
Carrie saw no more of Mrs.Vance for several weeks, but she heard her play through the thin walls which divided the front rooms of the flats, and was pleased by the merry selection of pieces and the brilliance of their rendition.She could play only moderately herself, and such variety as Mrs.Vance exercised bordered, for Carrie, upon the verge of great art.Everything she had seen and heard thus far--the merest scraps and shadows--
indicated that these people were, in a measure, refined and in comfortable circumstances.So Carrie was ready for any extension of the friendship which might follow.
One day Carrie's bell rang and the servant, who was in the kitchen, pressed the button which caused the front door of the general entrance on the ground floor to be electrically unlatched.When Carrie waited at her own door on the third floor to see who it might be coming up to call on her, Mrs.Vance appeared.
"I hope you'll excuse me," she said."I went out a while ago and forgot my outside key, so I thought I'd ring your bell."
This was a common trick of other residents of the building, whenever they had forgotten their outside keys.They did not apologise for it, however.
"Certainly," said Carrie."I'm glad you did.I do the same thing sometimes."
"Isn't it just delightful weather?" said Mrs.Vance, pausing for a moment.
Thus, after a few more preliminaries, this visiting acquaintance was well launched, and in the young Mrs.Vance Carrie found an agreeable companion.
On several occasions Carrie visited her and was visited.Both flats were good to look upon, though that of the Vances tended somewhat more to the luxurious.
