"He can't get what he can't get.
He'll have to wait." "I don't see how we ran up such a bill as that," said Carrie.
"Well, we ate it," said Hurstwood.
"It's funny," she replied, still doubting.
"What's the use of your standing there and talking like that, now ?" he asked.

"Do you think I've had it alone?
You talk as if I'd taken something." "Well, it's too much, anyhow," said Carrie.

"I oughtn't to be made to pay for it.

I've got more than I can pay for now." "All right," replied Hurstwood, sitting down in silence.

He was sick of the grind of this thing.
Carrie went out and there he sat, determining to do something.
There had been appearing in the papers about this time rumors and notices of an approaching strike on the trolley lines in Brooklyn.