"You can t make people give you a place." She gazed weakly at him and said: "Well, what do you think you will do?
A hundred dollars won't last long." "I don't know," he said.

"I can't do any more than look." Carrie became frightened over this announcement.

She thought desperately upon the subject.

Frequently she had considered the stage as a door through which she might enter that gilded state which she had so much craved.

Now, as in Chicago, it came as a last resource in distress.
Something must be done if he did not get work soon.