Carrie was pretty.
She would get along all right, but where would he be?
"I'd get that idea out of my head, if I were you.

It's a lot more difficult than you think." Carrie felt this to contain, in some way, an aspersion upon her ability.
"You said I did real well in Chicago," she rejoined.
"You did," he answered, seeing that he was arousing opposition, "but Chicago isn't New York, by a big jump." Carrie did not answer this at all.

It hurt her.
"The stage," he went on, "is all right if you can be one of the big guns, but there's nothing to the rest of it.

It takes a long while to get up." "Oh, I don't know," said Carrie, slightly aroused.
In a flash, he thought he foresaw the result of this thing.

Now, when the worst of his situation was approaching, she would get on the stage in some cheap way and forsake him.