They went out, and he walked with her far out south toward Polk Street, talking.
"You don't want to live with those people ?" he said in one place, abstractedly.

Carrie heard it, but it made only a slight impression.
"Come down and meet me to morrow," he said, "and we'll go to the matinee.

Will you ?" Carrie protested a while, but acquiesced.
"You're not doing anything.

Get yourself a nice pair of shoes and a jacket." She scarcely gave a thought to the complication which would trouble her when he was gone.

In his presence, she was of his own hopeful, easy-way-out mood.
"Don't you bother about those people out there," he said at parting.
"I'll help you." Carrie left him, feeling as though a great arm had slipped out before her to draw off trouble.