One of the proprietors had suggested that the chorus was a little weak on looks.
The first of next week was some days off yet.

The first of the month was drawing near.

Carrie began to worry as she had never worried before.
"Do you really look for anything when you go out ?" she asked Hurstwood one morning as a climax to some painful thoughts of her own.
"Of course I do," he said pettishly, troubling only a little over the disgrace of the insinuation.
"I'd take anything," she said, "for the present.

It will soon be the first of the month again." She looked the picture of despair.
Hurstwood quit reading his paper and changed his clothes.
"He would look for something," he thought.

"He would go and see if some brewery couldn't get him in somewhere.