Carrie was reading, quite alone.

It was rather dark in the flat, shut in as it was.
"You'll hurt your eyes," he said when he saw her.
After taking off his coat, he felt it incumbent upon him to make some little report of his day.
"I've been talking with a wholesale liquor company," he said.

"I may go on the road." "Wouldn't that be nice!" said Carrie.

"It wouldn't be such a bad thing," he answered.
Always from the man at the corner now he bought two papers--the "Evening World" and "Evening Sun." So now he merely picked his papers up, as he came by, without stopping.
He drew up his chair near the radiator and lighted the gas.

Then it was as the evening before.