糖心真的磕到了 She had forgotten, in considering and explaining the result ofher day, that Drouet might come. Now, when she saw howunreceptive these two people were, she hoped he would not. Shedid not know exactly what she would do or how she would explainto Drouet, if he came. After supper she changed her clothes.When she was trimly dressed she was rather a sweet little being,with large eyes and a sad mouth. Her face expressed the mingledexpectancy, dissatisfaction, and depression she felt. Shewandered about after the dishes were put away, talked a littlewith Minnie, and then decided to go down and stand in the door atthe foot of the stairs. If Drouet came, she could meet him there.Her face took on the semblance of a look of happiness as she puton her hat to go below.
The latter made progress along Thirteenth and across FourteenthStreet to Union Square.糖心真的磕到了 "If she had eyes, she did. I opened the door."
"Isn't that a pathetic strain?" he inquired, listening.
Hurstwood sat and read by his radiator in the corner. He did nottry to think about his need of work. This storm being soterrific, and tying up all things, robbed him of the need. Hemade himself wholly comfortable and toasted his feet.
"Miss Clark, you pair with Miss Madenda."
"I don't care," thought Carrie. "He ought to be told to get outand do something. It isn't right that I should support him."
"Well, my dear," he asked, "how did you come out?"
"I don't want to get out," said Hurstwood. "When I get readythere'll be nothing to stop me for."
"Still attracts a little, eh?" returned the other, affecting tojest.
"I'll lay my hand to whatever I can get," he said, now that hesaw her brighten up. "I can get something."
"No," he said, "not where we are going."
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