She had had a dreary day of it herself.
"You needn't talk like that," she said.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, pushing back from the table, as if to say more, but letting it go at that.

Then he picked up his paper.

Carrie left her seat, containing herself with difficulty.

He saw she was hurt.
"Don't go 'way," he said, as she started back into the kitchen.

"Eat your dinner." She passed, not answering.
He looked at the paper a few moments, and then rose up and put on his coat.
"I'm going downtown, Carrie," he said, coming out.