I don't like it." There was an air about her which showed plainer than any words that she was both weary and disappointed.
"What sort of work is it ?" he asked, lingering a moment as he turned upon his heel to go into the bathroom.
"Running a machine," answered Carrie.
It was very evident that it did not concern him much, save from the side of the flat's success.

He was irritated a shade because it could not have come about in the throw of fortune for Carrie to be pleased.
Minnie worked with less elation than she had just before Carrie arrived.
The sizzle of the meat frying did not sound quite so pleasing now that Carrie had reported her discontent.

To Carrie, the one relief of the whole day would have been a jolly home, a sympathetic reception, a bright supper table, and some one to say: "Oh, well, stand it a little while.

You will get something better," but now this was ashes.

She began to see that they looked upon her complaint as unwarranted, and that she was supposed to work on and say nothing.