"I can fix it so he won't know you told me.

You leave it to me." This interest of the manager was a large thing in itself for the performance, for his standing among the Elks was something worth talking about.

Already he was thinking of a box with some friends, and flowers for Carrie.

He would make it a dress-suit affair and give the little girl a chance.
Within a day or two, Drouet dropped into the Adams Street resort, and he was at once spied by Hurstwood.

It was at five in the afternoon and the place was crowded with merchants, actors, managers, politicians, a goodly company of rotund, rosy figures, silk-hatted, starchy-bosomed, beringed and bescarfpinned to the queen's taste.