Yes, he would take a position as bartender, if he could get it." It was the same sort of pilgrimage he had made before.

One or two slight rebuffs, and the bravado disappeared.
"No use," he thought.

"I might as well go on back home." Now that his money was so low, he began to observe his clothes and feel that even his best ones were beginning to look commonplace.

This was a bitter thought.
Carrie came in after he did.
"I went to see some of the variety managers," she said, aimlessly.

"You have to have an act.