Tell us what it is you require.

Tell it quickly, nervously, and without a vestige of self-respect.

If no trouble to us in any way, we may see what we can do." This was the atmosphere of the Lyceum--the attitude, for that matter, of every managerial office in the city.

These little proprietors of businesses are lords indeed on their own ground.
Carrie came away wearily, somewhat more abashed for her pains.
Hurstwood heard the details of the weary and unavailing search that evening.
"I didn't get to see any one," said Carrie.

"I just walked, and walked, and waited around." Hurstwood only looked at her.
"I suppose you have to have some friends before you can get in," she added, disconsolately.
Hurstwood saw the difficulty of this thing, and yet it did not seem so terrible.