In the face of so much distress on Carrie’s part, he had to make some showing, and it was thus he did so. It was lassitude’s apology to energy.
Monday Carrie went again to the Casino.
“Did I tell you to come around to-day?” said the manager, looking her over as she stood before him.
“You said the first of the week,” said Carrie, greatly abashed.
“Ever had any experience?” he asked again, almost severely.
Carrie owned to ignorance.
He looked her over again as he stirred among some papers. He was secretly pleased with this pretty, disturbed-looking young woman. “Come around to the theatre to-morrow morning.”
Carrie’s heart bounded to her throat.
“I will,” she said with difficulty. She could see he wanted her, and turned to go.
“Would he really put her to work? Oh, blessed fortune, could it be?”