“You have?” he said, breathing a better breath.
“Yes.”
“What sort of a place is it?” he asked, feeling in his veins as if now he might get something good also.
“In the chorus,” she answered.
“Is it the Casino show you told me about?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I begin rehearsing to-morrow.”
There was more explanation volunteered by Carrie, because she was happy. At last Hurstwood said:
“Do you know how much you’ll get?”
“No, I didn’t want to ask,” said Carrie. “I guess they pay twelve or fourteen dollars a week.”
“About that, I guess,” said Hurstwood.