In part his opinion was the result of his own experiences and reflections below stairs.
"You're ready, are you ?" he said kindly.
"Yes," she answered.
"We'll go out for breakfast.

This place down here doesn't appeal to me very much." "All right," said Carrie.
They went out, and at the corner the commonplace Irish individual was standing, eyeing him.

Hurstwood could scarcely refrain from showing that he knew of this chap's presence.

The insolence in the fellow's eye was galling.

Still they passed, and he explained to Carrie concerning the city.