As he passed through the depot proper the strain reached its climax and began to wane.

All at once he was on the sidewalk, and none but cabmen hailed him.

He heaved a great breath and turned, remembering Carrie.
"I thought you were going to run off and leave me," she said.
"I was trying to remember which car takes us to the Gilsey," he answered.
Carrie hardly heard him, so interested was she in the busy scene.
"How large is New York ?" she asked.
"Oh a million or more," said Hurstwood.
He looked around and hailed a cab, but he did so in a changed way.
For the first time in years the thought that he must count these little expenses flashed through his mind.

It was a disagreeable thing.
He decided he would lose no time living in hotels but would rent a flat.
Accordingly he told Carrie, and she agreed.
"We'll look to-day, if you want to," she said.
Suddenly he thought of his experience in Montreal.

At the more important hotels he would be certain to meet Chicagoans whom he knew.