Hurstwood had been invited.
"Nobody knows us down there," said one, a gentleman whose face was a slight improvement over gross ignorance and sensuality.

He always wore a silk hat of most imposing proportions.

"We can have a good time." His left eye moved with just the semblance of a wink.

"You want to come along, George." The next day Hurstwood announced his intention to his wife.
"I'm going away, Julia," he said, "for a few days." "Where ?" she asked, looking up.
"To Philadelphia, on business." She looked at him consciously, expecting something else.
"I'll have to leave you behind this time." "All right," she replied, but he could see that she was thinking that it was a curious thing.

Before he went she asked him a few more questions, and that irritated him.