The Essential Works of Theodore Dreiser. Theodore Dreiser

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      “To Detroit,” said Hurstwood.

      “Oh!” said Carrie, in a burst of anguish. So distant and definite a point seemed to increase the difficulty.

      “Won’t you come along with me?” he said, as if there was great danger that she would not. “You won’t need to do anything but travel with me. I’ll not trouble you in any way. You can see Montreal and New York, and then if you don’t want to stay you can go back. It will be better than trying to go back to-night.”

      The first gleam of fairness shone in this proposition for Carrie. It seemed a plausible thing to do, much as she feared his opposition if she tried to carry it out. Montreal and New York! Even now she was speeding toward those great, strange lands, and could see them if she liked. She thought, but made no sign.

      Hurstwood thought he saw a shade of compliance in this. He redoubled his ardour.

      “Think,” he said, “what I’ve given up. I can’t go back to Chicago any more. I’ve got to stay away and live alone now, if you don’t come with me. You won’t go back on me entirely, will you, Carrie?”

      “I don’t want you to talk to me,” she answered forcibly.

      Hurstwood kept silent for a while.

      Carrie felt the train to be slowing down. It was the moment to act if she was to act at all. She stirred uneasily.

      “Don’t think of going, Carrie,” he said. “If you ever cared for me at all, come along and let’s start right. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll marry you, or I’ll let you go back. Give yourself time to think it over. I wouldn’t have wanted you to come if I hadn’t loved you. I tell you, Carrie, before God, I can’t live without you. I won’t!”

      There was the tensity of fierceness in the man’s plea which appealed deeply to her sympathies. It was a dissolving fire which was actuating him now. He was loving her too intensely to think of giving her up in this, his hour of distress. He clutched her hand nervously and pressed it with all the force of an appeal.

      The train was now all but stopped. It was running by some cars on a side track. Everything outside was dark and dreary. A few sprinkles on the window began to indicate that it was raining. Carrie hung in a quandary, balancing between decision and helplessness. Now the train stopped, and she was listening to his plea. The engine backed a few feet and all was still.

      She wavered, totally unable to make a move. Minute after minute slipped by and still she hesitated, he pleading.

      “Will you let me come back if I want to?” she asked, as if she now had the upper hand and her companion was utterly subdued.

      “Of course,” he answered, “you know I will.”

      Carrie only listened as one who has granted a temporary amnesty. She began to feel as if the matter were in her hands entirely.

      The train was again in rapid motion. Hurstwood changed the subject.

      “Aren’t you very tired?” he said.

      “No,” she answered.

      “Won’t you let me get you a berth in the sleeper?”

      She shook her head, though for all her distress and his trickery she was beginning to notice what she had always felt — his thoughtfulness.

      “Oh, yes,” he said, “you will feel so much better.”

      She shook her head.

      “Let me fix my coat for you, anyway,” and he arose and arranged his light coat in a comfortable position to receive her head.

      “There,” he said tenderly, “now see if you can’t rest a little.” He could have kissed her for her compliance. He took his seat beside her and thought a moment.

      “I believe we’re in for a heavy rain,” he said.

      “So it looks,” said Carrie, whose nerves were quieting under the sound of the rain drops, driven by a gusty wind, as the train swept on frantically through the shadow to a newer world.

      The fact that he had in a measure mollified Carrie was a source of satisfaction to Hurstwood, but it furnished only the most temporary relief. Now that her opposition was out of the way, he had all of his time to devote to the consideration of his own error.

      His condition was bitter in the extreme, for he did not want the miserable sum he had stolen. He did not want to be a thief. That sum or any other could never compensate for the state which he had thus foolishly doffed. It could not give him back his host of friends, his name, his house and family, nor Carrie, as he had meant to have her. He was shut out from Chicago — from his easy, comfortable state. He had robbed himself of his dignity, his merry meetings, his pleasant evenings. And for what? The more he thought of it the more unbearable it became. He began to think that he would try and restore himself to his old state. He would return the miserable thievings of the night and explain. Perhaps Moy would understand. Perhaps they would forgive him and let him come back.

      By noontime the train rolled into Detroit and he began to feel exceedingly nervous. The police must be on his track by now. They had probably notified all the police of the big cities, and detectives would be watching for him. He remembered instances in which defaulters had been captured. Consequently, he breathed heavily and paled somewhat. His hands felt as if they must have something to do. He simulated interest in several scenes without which he did not feel. He repeatedly beat his foot upon the floor.

      Carrie noticed his agitation, but said nothing. She had no idea what it meant or that it was important.

      He wondered now why he had not asked whether this train went on through to Montreal or some Canadian point. Perhaps he could have saved time. He jumped up and sought the conductor.

      “Does any part of this train go to Montreal?” he asked.

      “Yes, the next sleeper back does.”

      He would have asked more, but it did not seem wise, so he decided to inquire at the depot.

      The train rolled into the yards, clanging and puffing.

      “I think we had better go right on through to Montreal,” he said to Carrie. “I’ll see what the connections are when we get off.”

      He was exceedingly nervous, but did his best to put on a calm exterior. Carrie only looked at him with large, troubled eyes. She was drifting mentally, unable to say to herself what to do.

      The train stopped and Hurstwood led the way out. He looked warily around him, pretending to look after Carrie. Seeing nothing that indicated studied observation, he made his way to the ticket office.

      “The next train for Montreal leaves when?” he asked.

      “In twenty minutes,” said the man.

      He bought two tickets and Pullman berths. Then he hastened back to Carrie.

      “We go right out again,” he said, scarcely noticing that Carrie looked tired and weary.

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