It looked as if her situation was becoming unbearable.
Driven to desperation, she asked at dinner: "Did you ever hear any more from that wholesale house ?" "No," he said.

"They don't want an inexperienced man." Carrie dropped the subject, feeling unable to say more.
"I met Mrs.Vance this afternoon," she said, after a time.
"Did, eh ?" he answered.
"They're back in New York now," Carrie went on.

"She did look so nice." "Well, she can afford it as long as he puts up for it," returned Hurstwood.

"He's got a soft job." Hurstwood was looking into the paper.

He could not see the look of infinite weariness and discontent Carrie gave him.
"She said she thought she'd call here some day." "She's been long getting round to it, hasn't she ?" said Hurstwood, with a kind of sarcasm.
The woman didn't appeal to him from her spending side.
"Oh, I don't know," said Carrie, angered by the man's attitude.