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What
,
after
all
,
was
Drouet
?
What
was
she
?
At
her
window
,
she
thought
it
over
,
rocking
to
and
fro
,
and
gazing
out
across
the
lamp
-
lit
park
toward
the
lamp
-
lit
houses
on
Warren
and
Ashland
avenues
.
She
was
too
wrought
up
to
care
to
go
down
to
eat
,
too
pensive
to
do
aught
but
rock
and
sing
.
Some
old
tunes
crept
to
her
lips
,
and
,
as
she
sang
them
,
her
heart
sank
.
She
longed
and
longed
and
longed
.
It
was
now
for
the
old
cottage
room
in
Columbia
City
,
now
the
mansion
upon
the
Shore
Drive
,
now
the
fine
dress
of
some
lady
,
now
the
elegance
of
some
scene
.
She
was
sad
beyond
measure
,
and
yet
uncertain
,
wishing
,
fancying
.
Finally
,
it
seemed
as
if
all
her
state
was
one
of
loneliness
and
forsakenness
,
and
she
could
scarce
refrain
from
trembling
at
the
lip
.
She
hummed
and
hummed
as
the
moments
went
by
,
sitting
in
the
shadow
by
the
window
,
and
was
therein
as
happy
,
though
she
did
not
perceive
it
,
as
she
ever
would
be
.
While
Carrie
was
still
in
this
frame
of
mind
,
the
house
-
servant
brought
up
the
intelligence
that
Mr
.
Hurstwood
was
in
the
parlour
asking
to
see
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Drouet
.
“
I
guess
he
doesn
’
t
know
that
Charlie
is
out
of
town
,
”
thought
Carrie
.
She
had
seen
comparatively
little
of
the
manager
during
the
winter
,
but
had
been
kept
constantly
in
mind
of
him
by
one
thing
and
another
,
principally
by
the
strong
impression
he
had
made
.
She
was
quite
disturbed
for
the
moment
as
to
her
appearance
,
but
soon
satisfied
herself
by
the
aid
of
the
mirror
,
and
went
below
.
Hurstwood
was
in
his
best
form
,
as
usual
.
He
hadn
’
t
heard
that
Drouet
was
out
of
town
.
He
was
but
slightly
affected
by
the
intelligence
,
and
devoted
himself
to
the
more
general
topics
which
would
interest
Carrie
.
It
was
surprising
—
the
ease
with
which
he
conducted
a
conversation
.
He
was
like
every
man
who
has
had
the
advantage
of
practice
and
knows
he
has
sympathy
.
He
knew
that
Carrie
listened
to
him
pleasurably
,
and
,
without
the
least
effort
,
he
fell
into
a
train
of
observation
which
absorbed
her
fancy
.
He
drew
up
his
chair
and
modulated
his
voice
to
such
a
degree
that
what
he
said
seemed
wholly
confidential
.
He
confined
himself
almost
exclusively
to
his
observation
of
men
and
pleasures
.
He
had
been
here
and
there
,
he
had
seen
this
and
that
.
Somehow
he
made
Carrie
wish
to
see
similar
things
,
and
all
the
while
kept
her
aware
of
himself
.
She
could
not
shut
out
the
consciousness
of
his
individuality
and
presence
for
a
moment
.
He
would
raise
his
eyes
slowly
in
smiling
emphasis
of
something
,
and
she
was
fixed
by
their
magnetism
.
He
would
draw
out
,
with
the
easiest
grace
,
her
approval
.
Once
he
touched
her
hand
for
emphasis
and
she
only
smiled
.
He
seemed
to
radiate
an
atmosphere
which
suffused
her
being
.
He
was
never
dull
for
a
minute
,
and
seemed
to
make
her
clever
.
At
least
,
she
brightened
under
his
influence
until
all
her
best
side
was
exhibited
.
She
felt
that
she
was
more
clever
with
him
than
with
others
.
At
least
,
he
seemed
to
find
so
much
in
her
to
applaud
.
There
was
not
the
slightest
touch
of
patronage
.
Drouet
was
full
of
it
.
There
had
been
something
so
personal
,
so
subtle
,
in
each
meeting
between
them
,
both
when
Drouet
was
present
and
when
he
was
absent
,
that
Carrie
could
not
speak
of
it
without
feeling
a
sense
of
difficulty
.
She
was
no
talker
.
She
could
never
arrange
her
thoughts
in
fluent
order
.
It
was
always
a
matter
of
feeling
with
her
,
strong
and
deep
.
Each
time
there
had
been
no
sentence
of
importance
which
she
could
relate
,
and
as
for
the
glances
and
sensations
,
what
woman
would
reveal
them
?
Such
things
had
never
been
between
her
and
Drouet
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
they
could
never
be
.
She
had
been
dominated
by
distress
and
the
enthusiastic
forces
of
relief
which
Drouet
represented
at
an
opportune
moment
when
she
yielded
to
him
.
Now
she
was
persuaded
by
secret
current
feelings
which
Drouet
had
never
understood
.
Hurstwood
’
s
glance
was
as
effective
as
the
spoken
words
of
a
lover
,
and
more
.
They
called
for
no
immediate
decision
,
and
could
not
be
answered
.
People
in
general
attach
too
much
importance
to
words
.
They
are
under
the
illusion
that
talking
effects
great
results
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
words
are
,
as
a
rule
,
the
shallowest
portion
of
all
the
argument
.
They
but
dimly
represent
the
great
surging
feelings
and
desires
which
lie
behind
.
When
the
distraction
of
the
tongue
is
removed
,
the
heart
listens
.
In
this
conversation
she
heard
,
instead
of
his
words
,
the
voices
of
the
things
which
he
represented
.
How
suave
was
the
counsel
of
his
appearance
!
How
feelingly
did
his
superior
state
speak
for
itself
!
The
growing
desire
he
felt
for
her
lay
upon
her
spirit
as
a
gentle
hand
.
She
did
not
need
to
tremble
at
all
,
because
it
was
invisible
;
she
did
not
need
to
worry
over
what
other
people
would
say
—
what
she
herself
would
say
—
because
it
had
no
tangibility
.
She
was
being
pleaded
with
,
persuaded
,
led
into
denying
old
rights
and
assuming
new
ones
,
and
yet
there
were
no
words
to
prove
it
.
Such
conversation
as
was
indulged
in
held
the
same
relationship
to
the
actual
mental
enactments
of
the
twain
that
the
low
music
of
the
orchestra
does
to
the
dramatic
incident
which
it
is
used
to
cover
.
