"Oh, mercy," she exclaimed, "what will we do? It's only twentydays until the rent will be due again."。，
"I call," he said.。，
。， "I guess I will," he said reflectively.
They were talking at the breakfast table, a morning or two later,when she brought up the dramatic subject by saying that she sawthat Sarah Bernhardt was coming to this country. Hurstwood hadseen it, too.。，
。， It was a quarter after four when he left the house. Carrie wasin tears. There would be no dinner that night.
。， "All that seven hundred dollars?" asked Carrie.
"Oh, isn't that too bad?" said Carrie.。，
。， "I met John B. Drake to-day," he said. "He's going to open ahotel here in the fall. He says that he can make a place for methen."
。， "She needn't see me," he answered, sullenly.
"Oh, isn't that too bad?" said Carrie.。， "You know," he said, "I think I'm going to get the worst of mydeal down there."
"I might as well go right away," she said, without looking back.。，
"I will," said Hurstwood.。，
。， "She's been long getting round to it, hasn't she?" saidHurstwood, with a kind of sarcasm.
"I'll go in their barber shop and get a shave," he thought.。，