You play cards, don't you ?" "A little," said Carrie.
"Well, we'll have a game of cards.

If your husband comes home bring him over." "He's not coming to dinner to-night," said Carrie.
"Well, when he does come we'll call him in." Carrie acquiesced, and that evening met the portly Vance, an individual a few years younger than Hurstwood, and who owed his seemingly comfortable matrimonial state much more to his money than to his good looks.

He thought well of Carrie upon the first glance and laid himself out to be genial, teaching her a new game of cards and talking to her about New York and its pleasures.

Mrs.Vance played some upon the piano, and at last Hurstwood came.
"I am very glad to meet you," he said to Mrs.Vance when Carrie introduced him, showing much of the old grace which had captivated Carrie.

"Did you think your wife had run away ?" said Mr.Vance, extending his hand upon introduction.
"I didn't know but what she might have found a better husband," said Hurstwood.
He now turned his attention to Mrs.Vance, and in a flash Carrie saw again what she for some time had subconsciously missed in Hurstwood--the adroitness and flattery of which he was capable.