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“
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
.
The
money
she
had
accepted
was
two
soft
,
green
,
handsome
ten
-
dollar
bills
.
The
true
meaning
of
money
yet
remains
to
be
popularly
explained
and
comprehended
.
When
each
individual
realises
for
himself
that
this
thing
primarily
stands
for
and
should
only
be
accepted
as
a
moral
due
—
that
it
should
be
paid
out
as
honestly
stored
energy
,
and
not
as
a
usurped
privilege
—
many
of
our
social
,
religious
,
and
political
troubles
will
have
permanently
passed
.
As
for
Carrie
,
her
understanding
of
the
moral
significance
of
money
was
the
popular
understanding
,
nothing
more
.
The
old
definition
:
“
Money
:
something
everybody
else
has
and
I
must
get
,
”
would
have
expressed
her
understanding
of
it
thoroughly
.
Some
of
it
she
now
held
in
her
hand
—
two
soft
,
green
ten
-
dollar
bills
—
and
she
felt
that
she
was
immensely
better
off
for
the
having
of
them
.
It
was
something
that
was
power
in
itself
.
One
of
her
order
of
mind
would
have
been
content
to
be
cast
away
upon
a
desert
island
with
a
bundle
of
money
,
and
only
the
long
strain
of
starvation
would
have
taught
her
that
in
some
cases
it
could
have
no
value
.
Even
then
she
would
have
had
no
conception
of
the
relative
value
of
the
thing
;
her
one
thought
would
,
undoubtedly
,
have
concerned
the
pity
of
having
so
much
power
and
the
inability
to
use
it
.
The
poor
girl
thrilled
as
she
walked
away
from
Drouet
.
She
felt
ashamed
in
part
because
she
had
been
weak
enough
to
take
it
,
but
her
need
was
so
dire
,
she
was
still
glad
.
Now
she
would
have
a
nice
new
jacket
!
Now
she
would
buy
a
nice
pair
of
pretty
button
shoes
.
She
would
get
stockings
,
too
,
and
a
skirt
,
and
,
and
—
until
already
,
as
in
the
matter
of
her
prospective
salary
,
she
had
got
beyond
,
in
her
desires
,
twice
the
purchasing
power
of
her
bills
.
She
conceived
a
true
estimate
of
Drouet
.
To
her
,
and
indeed
to
all
the
world
,
he
was
a
nice
,
good
-
hearted
man
.
There
was
nothing
evil
in
the
fellow
.
He
gave
her
the
money
out
of
a
good
heart
—
out
of
a
realisation
of
her
want
.
He
would
not
have
given
the
same
amount
to
a
poor
young
man
,
but
we
must
not
forget
that
a
poor
young
man
could
not
,
in
the
nature
of
things
,
have
appealed
to
him
like
a
poor
young
girl
.
Femininity
affected
his
feelings
.
He
was
the
creature
of
an
inborn
desire
.
Yet
no
beggar
could
have
caught
his
eye
and
said
,
“
My
God
,
mister
,
I
’
m
starving
,
”
but
he
would
gladly
have
handed
out
what
was
considered
the
proper
portion
to
give
beggars
and
thought
no
more
about
it
.
There
would
have
been
no
speculation
,
no
philosophising
.
He
had
no
mental
process
in
him
worthy
the
dignity
of
either
of
those
terms
.
In
his
good
clothes
and
fine
health
,
he
was
a
merry
,
unthinking
moth
of
the
lamp
.
Deprived
of
his
position
,
and
struck
by
a
few
of
the
involved
and
baffling
forces
which
sometimes
play
upon
man
,
he
would
have
been
as
helpless
as
Carrie
—
as
helpless
,
as
non
-
understanding
,
as
pitiable
,
if
you
will
,
as
she
.
Now
,
in
regard
to
his
pursuit
of
women
,
he
meant
them
no
harm
,
because
he
did
not
conceive
of
the
relation
which
he
hoped
to
hold
with
them
as
being
harmful
.
He
loved
to
make
advances
to
women
,
to
have
them
succumb
to
his
charms
,
not
because
he
was
a
cold
-
blooded
,
dark
,
scheming
villain
,
but
because
his
inborn
desire
urged
him
to
that
as
a
chief
delight
.
He
was
vain
,
he
was
boastful
,
he
was
as
deluded
by
fine
clothes
as
any
silly
-
headed
girl
.
A
truly
deep
-
dyed
villain
could
have
hornswaggled
him
as
readily
as
he
could
have
flattered
a
pretty
shop
-
girl
.
His
fine
success
as
a
salesman
lay
in
his
geniality
and
the
thoroughly
reputable
standing
of
his
house
.
He
bobbed
about
among
men
,
a
veritable
bundle
of
enthusiasm
—
no
power
worthy
the
name
of
intellect
,
no
thoughts
worthy
the
adjective
noble
,
no
feelings
long
continued
in
one
strain
.
A
Madame
Sappho
would
have
called
him
a
pig
;
a
Shakespeare
would
have
said
“
my
merry
child
”
;
old
,
drinking
Caryoe
thought
him
a
clever
,
successful
businessman
.
In
short
,
he
was
as
good
as
his
intellect
conceived
.
