Again he felt the dread of the thing.

Here he was taking off, taking off, and nothing coming in.
"Lord!" he said, in his own thoughts, "this can't go on." To Carrie he said nothing whatsoever.

She could feel that her request disturbed him.

To pay her would soon become a distressing thing.
"Yet, what have I got to do with it ?" she thought.

"Oh, why should I be made to worry ?" Hurstwood went out and made for Broadway.