Hence she repeated the lines to herself.

Oh, if she could only have such a part, how broad would be her life! She, too, could act appealingly.
When Hurstwood came, Carrie was moody.

She was sitting, rocking and thinking, and did not care to have her enticing imaginations broken in upon; so she said little or nothing.
"What's the matter, Carrie ?" said Hurstwood after a time, noticing her quiet, almost moody state.
"Nothing," said Carrie.

"I don't feel very well to-night." "Not sick, are you ?" he asked, approaching very close.
"Oh, no," she said, almost pettishly, "I just don't feel very good." "That's too bad," he said, stepping away and adjusting his vest after his slight bending over.

"I was thinking we might go to a show to-night." "I don't want to go," said Carrie, annoyed that her fine visions should have thus been broken into and driven out of her mind.