"Things will come out all right." In a day or two he was up again, but rough weather holding, he stayed in.

The Italian news dealer now delivered the morning papers, and these he read assiduously.

A few times after that he ventured out, but meeting another of his old-time friends, he began to feel uneasy sitting about hotel corridors.
Every day he came home early, and at last made no pretence of going anywhere.

Winter was no time to look for anything.
Naturally, being about the house, he noticed the way Carrie did things.
She was far from perfect in household methods and economy, and her little deviations on this score first caught his eye.

Not, however, before her regular demand for her allowance became a grievous thing.
Sitting around as he did, the weeks seemed to pass very quickly.