Her dawning independence gave her more courage to observe, and she felt as if she wanted to say things.

Still she could not talk to him as she had to Drouet.

There was something in the man's manner of which she had always stood in awe.

He seemed to have some invisible strength in reserve.
One day, after her first week's rehearsal, what she expected came openly to the surface.
"We'll have to be rather saving," he said, laying down some meat he had purchased.

"You won't get any money for a week or so yet." "No," said Carrie, who was stirring a pan at the stove.
"I've only got the rent and thirteen dollars more," he added.
"That's it," she said to herself.