"I must be getting back." "A quarter after five," said her companion, consulting an elegant, open-faced watch.
"Oh, dear me!" exclaimed Carrie.

Then she settled back with a sigh.
"There's no use crying over spilt milk," she said.

"It's too late." "Of course it is," said the youth, who saw visions of a fine dinner now, and such invigorating talk as would result in a reunion after the show.
He was greatly taken with Carrie.

"We'll drive down to Delmonico's now and have something there, won't we, Orrin ?" "To be sure," replied Orrin, gaily.
Carrie thought of Hurstwood.

Never before had she neglected dinner without an excuse.
They drove back, and at 6.15 sat down to dine.