“Oh,” thought Carrie, “if she were to come here and see him?”
She shook her head in absolute misery. It looked as if her situation was becoming unbearable.
Driven to desperation, she asked at dinner:
“Did you ever hear any more from that wholesale house?”
“No,” he said. “They don’t want an inexperienced man.”
Carrie dropped the subject, feeling unable to say more.
“I met Mrs. Vance this afternoon,” she said, after a time.
“Did, eh?” he answered.
“They’re back in New York now,” Carrie went on. “She did look so nice.”
“Well, she can afford it as long as he puts up for it,” returned Hurstwood. “He’s got a soft job.”