"He probably thought he was right." "Well, a man ought to be more attentive than that to his wife if he wants to keep her." They had come out of the lobby and made their way through the showy crush about the entrance way.
"Say, mister," said a voice at Hurstwood's side, "would you mind giving me the price of a bed ?" Hurstwood was interestedly remarking to Carrie.
"Honest to God, mister, I'm without a place to sleep." The plea was that of a gaunt-faced man of about thirty, who looked the picture of privation and wretchedness.

Drouet was the first to see.

He handed over a dime with an upwelling feeling of pity in his heart.
Hurstwood scarcely noticed the incident.

Carrie quickly forgot..