They had made all arrangements to share according to their interests.

When, however, he had been there several hours, gone out three more, and returned, his elation had departed.

As much as he had objected to the place, now that it was no longer to exist, he felt sorry.

He wished that things were different.
Shaughnessy was coolly businesslike.
"Well," he said at five o'clock, "we might as well count the change and divide." They did so.

The fixtures had already been sold and the sum divided.
"Good-night," said Hurstwood at the final moment, in a last effort to be genial.
"So long," said Shaughnessy, scarcely deigning a notice.
Thus the Warren Street arrangement was permanently concluded.
Carrie had prepared a good dinner at the flat, but after his ride up, Hurstwood was in a solemn and reflective mood.
"Well ?" said Carrie, inquisitively.
"I'm out of that," he answered, taking off his coat.
As she looked at him, she wondered what his financial state was now.
They ate and talked a little.
"Will you have enough to buy in anywhere else ?" asked Carrie.
"No," he said.