Not a sound came from Carrie; she ceased sobbing when she heard him dressing.

She thought, at first, with the faintest alarm, of being left without money--not of losing him, though he might be going away permanently.

She heard him open the top of the wardrobe and take out his hat.

Then the dining-room door closed, and she knew he had gone.
After a few moments of silence, she stood up, dry-eyed, and looked out the window.

Hurstwood was just strolling up the street, from the flat, toward Sixth Avenue.
The latter made progress along Thirteenth and across Fourteenth Street to Union Square.
"Look for work!" he said to himself.