"You must come down and see me some time." "Well, you're a fine one," said Mrs.Vance, laughing, the while noting that Carrie's appearance had modified somewhat.

"The address, too," she added to herself.

"They must be hard up." Still she liked Carrie well enough to take her in tow.
"Come with me in here a minute," she exclaimed, turning into a store.
When Carrie returned home, there was Hurstwood, reading as usual.

He seemed to take his condition with the utmost nonchalance.

His beard was at least four days old.
"Oh," thought Carrie, "if she were to come here and see him ?" She shook her head in absolute misery.