Carrie was standing farther back in the room, hearing it all. She was greatly distressed. It was so bad and commonplace. Hurstwood was annoyed also.
“Well,” he said, “there’s no use talking about it now. If you’ll come in Saturday, I’ll pay you something on it.”
The grocery man went away.
“How are we going to pay it?” asked Carrie, astonished by the bill. “I can’t do it.”
“Well, you don’t have to,” he said. “He can’t get what he can’t get. He’ll have to wait.”
“I don’t see how we ran up such a bill as that,” said Carrie.
“Well, we ate it,” said Hurstwood.
“It’s funny,” she replied, still doubting.
“What’s the use of your standing there and talking like that, now?” he asked. “Do you think I’ve had it alone? You talk as if I’d taken something.”
“Well, it’s too much, anyhow,” said Carrie. “I oughtn’t to be made to pay for it. I’ve got more than I can pay for now.”