"Well," said Carrie, hesitating how to begin, "do you get placesfor persons upon the stage?"。， The youth raked in his chips, and Hurstwood came away, notwithout first stopping to count his remaining cash on the stair.
Hurstwood's brow was wet. He was deep in now--very deep for him.Sixty dollars of his good money was up. He was ordinarily nocoward, but the thought of losing so much weakened him. Finallyhe gave way. He would not trust to this fine hand any longer.。，
"Deal me a hand," he said at the beginning of a new shuffle. Hepulled up a chair and studied his cards. Those playing made thatquiet study of him which is so unapparent, and yet invariably sosearching.。，
"Why, it's Hurstwood!" said Cargill, remembering now, and sorrythat he had not recognised him quickly enough in the beginning tohave avoided this meeting.。， "Don't go 'way," he said, as she started back into the kitchen."Eat your dinner."
，。， The next morning he looked over the papers and waded through along list of advertisements, making a few notes. Then he turnedto the male-help-wanted column, but with disagreeable feelings.The day was before him--a long day in which to discoversomething--and this was how he must begin to discover. Hescanned the long column, which mostly concerned bakers,bushelmen, cooks, compositors, drivers, and the like, finding twothings only which arrested his eye. One was a cashier wanted ina wholesale furniture house, and the other a salesman for awhiskey house. He had never thought of the latter. At once hedecided to look that up.