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“
We
’
ll
see
about
it
,
”
she
said
.
“
I
’
ll
find
out
what
my
rights
are
.
Perhaps
you
’
ll
talk
to
a
lawyer
,
if
you
won
’
t
to
me
.
”
It
was
a
magnificent
play
,
and
had
its
effect
.
Hurstwood
fell
back
beaten
.
He
knew
now
that
he
had
more
than
mere
bluff
to
contend
with
.
He
felt
that
he
was
face
to
face
with
a
dull
proposition
.
What
to
say
he
hardly
knew
.
All
the
merriment
had
gone
out
of
the
day
.
He
was
disturbed
,
wretched
,
resentful
.
What
should
he
do
?
“
Do
as
you
please
,
”
he
said
,
at
last
.
“
I
’
ll
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
you
,
”
and
out
he
strode
.
When
Carrie
reached
her
own
room
she
had
already
fallen
a
prey
to
those
doubts
and
misgivings
which
are
ever
the
result
of
a
lack
of
decision
.
She
could
not
persuade
herself
as
to
the
advisability
of
her
promise
,
or
that
now
,
having
given
her
word
,
she
ought
to
keep
it
.
She
went
over
the
whole
ground
in
Hurstwood
’
s
absence
,
and
discovered
little
objections
that
had
not
occurred
to
her
in
the
warmth
of
the
manager
’
s
argument
.
She
saw
where
she
had
put
herself
in
a
peculiar
light
,
namely
,
that
of
agreeing
to
marry
when
she
was
already
supposedly
married
.
She
remembered
a
few
things
Drouet
had
done
,
and
now
that
it
came
to
walking
away
from
him
without
a
word
,
she
felt
as
if
she
were
doing
wrong
.
Now
,
she
was
comfortably
situated
,
and
to
one
who
is
more
or
less
afraid
of
the
world
,
this
is
an
urgent
matter
,
and
one
which
puts
up
strange
,
uncanny
arguments
.
“
You
do
not
know
what
will
come
.
There
are
miserable
things
outside
.
People
go
a
-
begging
.
Women
are
wretched
.
You
never
can
tell
what
will
happen
.
Remember
the
time
you
were
hungry
.
Stick
to
what
you
have
.
”
Curiously
,
for
all
her
leaning
towards
Hurstwood
,
he
had
not
taken
a
firm
hold
on
her
understanding
.
She
was
listening
,
smiling
,
approving
,
and
yet
not
finally
agreeing
.
This
was
due
to
a
lack
of
power
on
his
part
,
a
lack
of
that
majesty
of
passion
that
sweeps
the
mind
from
its
seat
,
fuses
and
melts
all
arguments
and
theories
into
a
tangled
mass
,
and
destroys
for
the
time
being
the
reasoning
power
.
This
majesty
of
passion
is
possessed
by
nearly
every
man
once
in
his
life
,
but
it
is
usually
an
attribute
of
youth
and
conduces
to
the
first
successful
mating
.
Hurstwood
,
being
an
older
man
,
could
scarcely
be
said
to
retain
the
fire
of
youth
,
though
he
did
possess
a
passion
warm
and
unreasoning
.
It
was
strong
enough
to
induce
the
leaning
toward
him
which
,
on
Carrie
’
s
part
,
we
have
seen
.
She
might
have
been
said
to
be
imagining
herself
in
love
,
when
she
was
not
.
Women
frequently
do
this
.
It
flows
from
the
fact
that
in
each
exists
a
bias
toward
affection
,
a
craving
for
the
pleasure
of
being
loved
.
The
longing
to
be
shielded
,
bettered
,
sympathised
with
,
is
one
of
the
attributes
of
the
sex
.
This
,
coupled
with
sentiment
and
a
natural
tendency
to
emotion
,
often
makes
refusing
difficult
.
It
persuades
them
that
they
are
in
love
.
Once
at
home
,
she
changed
her
clothes
and
straightened
the
rooms
for
herself
.
In
the
matter
of
the
arrangement
of
the
furniture
she
never
took
the
housemaid
’
s
opinion
.
That
young
woman
invariably
put
one
of
the
rocking
-
chairs
in
the
corner
,
and
Carrie
as
regularly
moved
it
out
.
To
-
day
she
hardly
noticed
that
it
was
in
the
wrong
place
,
so
absorbed
was
she
in
her
own
thoughts
.
She
worked
about
the
room
until
Drouet
put
in
appearance
at
five
o
’
clock
.
The
drummer
was
flushed
and
excited
and
full
of
determination
to
know
all
about
her
relations
with
Hurstwood
.
Nevertheless
,
after
going
over
the
subject
in
his
mind
the
livelong
day
,
he
was
rather
weary
of
it
and
wished
it
over
with
.
He
did
not
foresee
serious
consequences
of
any
sort
,
and
yet
he
rather
hesitated
to
begin
.
Carrie
was
sitting
by
the
window
when
he
came
in
,
rocking
and
looking
out
.
“
Well
,
”
she
said
innocently
,
weary
of
her
own
mental
discussion
and
wondering
at
his
haste
and
ill
-
concealed
excitement
,
“
what
makes
you
hurry
so
?
”
Drouet
hesitated
,
now
that
he
was
in
her
presence
,
uncertain
as
to
what
course
to
pursue
.
He
was
no
diplomat
.
He
could
neither
read
nor
see
.
“
When
did
you
get
home
?
”
he
asked
foolishly
.
“
Oh
,
an
hour
or
so
ago
.
What
makes
you
ask
that
?
”
