"Chicago! Chicago!" called the brakeman, slamming open the door.They were rushing into a more crowded yard, alive with theclatter and clang of life. She began to gather up her poorlittle grip and closed her hand firmly upon her purse. Drouetarose, kicked his legs to straighten his trousers, and seized hisclean yellow grip.。， "Carrie Meeber," she said slowly. "Three hundred and fifty-fourWest Van Buren Street, care S. C. Hanson."
。， It had been several years since Minnie had seen Carrie, and inthat time the latter's character had developed a few shades.Naturally timid in all things that related to her ownadvancement, and especially so when without power or resource,her craving for pleasure was so strong that it was the one stayof her nature. She would speak for that when silent on all else.
"Well, we only employ book-keepers and typewriters here. Youmight go around to the side and inquire upstairs. They did wantsome help upstairs a few days ago. Ask for Mr. Brown."。， How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of thevolumes we mean. Little audible links, they are, chainingtogether great inaudible feelings and purposes. Here were thesetwo, bandying little phrases, drawing purses, looking at cards,and both unconscious of how inarticulate all their real feelingswere. Neither was wise enough to be sure of the working of themind of the other. He could not tell how his luring succeeded.She could not realise that she was drifting, until he secured heraddress. Now she felt that she had yielded something--he, thathe had gained a victory. Already they felt that they weresomehow associated. Already he took control in directing theconversation. His words were easy. Her manner was relaxed.
"Look around," she said, a thought of the need that hung outsidethis fine restaurant like a hungry dog at her heels passing intoher eyes.。， "Well, that's an outrage," said Drouet. "You oughtn't to beworking for those people. Have the factory right back of thestore, don't they?"
，。， The barkeeper was setting out the glasses and bottle before them,and they now poured out the draught as they talked, Drouetfilling his to within a third of full, as was considered proper,and Hurstwood taking the barest suggestion of whiskey andmodifying it with seltzer.