。， As a matter of fact she was, but only in such a way as furnishedthe least straw of an excuse. Miss Osborne and she had gone tothe office of the manager who was to produce the new opera at theBroadway and returned straight to the former's room, where theyhad been since three o'clock.
The barn at which Hurstwood applied was exceedingly short-handed,and was being operated practically by three men as directors.There were a lot of green hands around--queer, hungry-lookingmen, who looked as if want had driven them to desperate means.They tried to be lively and willing, but there was an air ofhang-dog diffidence about the place.。， "Do you know when I can see him?"
"Fifty dollars."。， The sight of him always around in his untidy clothes and gloomyappearance drove Carrie to seek relief in other places. Twice aweek there were matinees, and then Hurstwood ate a cold snack,which he prepared himself. Two other days there were rehearsalsbeginning at ten in the morning and lasting usually until one.Now, to this Carrie added a few visits to one or two chorusgirls, including the blue-eyed soldier of the golden helmet. Shedid it because it was pleasant and a relief from dulness of thehome over which her husband brooded.
The calm suggestion of the man astonished her a little,especially in the light of recent developments. Her dawningindependence gave her more courage to observe, and she felt as ifshe wanted to say things. Still she could not talk to him as shehad to Drouet. There was something in the man's manner of whichshe had always stood in awe. He seemed to have some invisiblestrength in reserve.。， "What for?"
This conversation was interrupted by the blare of the orchestraand the sputtering of the calcium lights in the wings as the linewas called to form for a new entrance. No further opportunityfor conversation occurred, but the next evening, when they weregetting ready for the stage, this girl appeared anew at her side.。， "I will," she said with difficulty. She could see he wanted her,and turned to go.