Hurstwood went home feeling as if he should die if he did not find affectionate relief.

He whispered "to-morrow" passionately to Carrie, and she understood.

He walked away from the drummer and his prize at parting feeling as if he could slay him and not regret.

Carrie also felt the misery of it.
"Good-night," he said, simulating an easy friendliness.
"Good-night," said the little actress, tenderly.
"The fool!" he said, now hating Drouet.

"The idiot! I'll do him yet, and that quick! We'll see to-morrow." "Well, if you aren't a wonder," Drouet was saying, complacently, squeezing Carrie's arm.