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第2章 周岩复仇

　　She shook her head negatively.

　　"Nothing much," returned Hurstwood. "It's quite a resort.There's some pretty scenery about here."

　　Carrie listened most good-naturedly.

　　"Is Mrs. Drouet in?"

　　Her fancy plunged recklessly into privileges and amusements whichwould have been much more becoming had she been cradled a childof fortune. With ready will and quick mental selection shescattered her meagre four-fifty per week with a swift andgraceful hand. Indeed, as she sat in her rocking-chair theseseveral evenings before going to bed and looked out upon thepleasantly lighted street, this money cleared for its prospectivepossessor the way to every joy and every bauble which the heartof woman may desire. "I will have a fine time," she thought.

　　"Frown a little more, Miss Madenda," said the stage manager.

　　The gentleman looked him over and fished for a dime. Nothing butquarters were in his pocket.

　　She bandied no more words with him, but hurried away, reachingher own door quite out of breath. There was something in theman's look which frightened her.

　　"What have you done for me?" asked Carrie blazing, her headthrown back and her lips parted.