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"Indeed she wouldn't. She is too well-bred for that," said Mrs. Graham, who had been completely won by Carrie's soft speeches and fawning manner. This compliment to her daughter pleased Mrs. Livingstone, who straightway proceeded to build Carrie up still higher, by pulling 'Lena down.
The downtown section was now bare, save for a few whistling strollers, a few owl cars, a few open resorts whose windows were still bright. Out Wabash Avenue they strolled Drouet still pouring forth his volume of small information. He had Carrie's arm in his, and held it closely as be explained. Once in a while, after some witticism, he would look down, and his eyes would meet hers.
I shall never forget mother's pleased look as she stood in the little hall, and Carrie's warm kiss as I welcomed them. "How beautiful it all looks!" she exclaimed; "how home-like and bright and cozy; you have managed so well, Esther!" "Esther always manages well," observed dear mother, proudly. The extent to which she believed in me and my resources was astonishing.
This Sunday night it turned out to be one of Carrie's friends. "Emily," said Carrie, "this is my brother, Jo." Jo had learned what to expect in Carrie's friends. Drab-looking women in the late thirties, whose facial lines all slanted downward. "Happy to meet you," said Jo, and looked down at a different sort altogether. A most surprisingly different sort, for one of Carrie's friends.
A thought will colour a world for us. The flow of Carrie's meditations had been disturbed, and Hanson had not long gone upstairs before she followed. She had realised with the lapse of the quarter hours that Drouet was not coming, and somehow she felt a little resentful, a little as if she had been forsaken was not good enough. She went upstairs, where everything was silent.
"Why don't you keep part of your money and buy yourself one?" she suggested, worried over the situation which the withholding of Carrie's money would create. "I'd like to for a week or so, if you don't mind," ventured Carrie. "Could you pay two dollars?" asked Minnie. Carrie readily acquiesced, glad to escape the trying situation, and liberal now that she saw a way out.
Thus was Carrie's name bandied about in the most frivolous and gay of places, and that also when the little toiler was bemoaning her narrow lot, which was almost inseparable from the early stages of this, her unfolding fate. At the flat that evening Carrie felt a new phase of its atmosphere.
"I'm sorry you couldn't get home," she said kindly. "I was fixing to have such a nice dinner." The second time he gave a similar excuse, but the third time the feeling about it in Carrie's mind was a little bit out of the ordinary. "I couldn't get home," he said, when he came in later in the evening, "I was so busy." "Couldn't you have sent me word?" asked Carrie.
Go back to school, Dan Troop," was the answer. "O-ver-alls! O-ver-alls!" yelled Dan, who knew that one of the Carrie's crew had worked in an overall factory the winter before. "Shrimp! Gloucester shrimp! Git aout, you Novy!" To call a Gloucester man a Nova Scotian is not well received. Dan answered in kind. "Novy yourself, ye Scrabble-towners! ye Chatham wreckers!
"Manager of the company or the house?" asked the smartly dressed individual who took care of the tickets. He was favorably impressed by Carrie's looks. "I don't know," said Carrie, taken back by the question. "You couldn't see the manager of the house to-day, anyhow," volunteered the young man. "He's out of town." He noted her puzzled look, and then added: "What is it you wish to see about?"
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