Dr.Beale, coming east on the same drive, had recognized Hurstwood, but not before he was quite past him.

He was not so sure of Carrie--did not know whether it was Hurstwood's wife or daughter.
"You don't speak to your friends when you meet them out driving, do you ?" he said, jocosely, to Mrs.Hurstwood.
"If I see them, I do.

Where was I ?" "On Washington Boulevard." he answered, expecting her eye to light with immediate remembrance.
She shook her head.
"Yes, out near Hoyne Avenue.

You were with your husband." "I guess you're mistaken," she answered.

Then, remembering her husband's part in the affair, she immediately fell a prey to a host of young suspicions, of which, however, she gave no sign.
"I know I saw your husband," he went on.