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Carrie
took
the
instructions
affably
.
She
saw
what
Drouet
liked
;
in
a
vague
way
she
saw
where
he
was
weak
.
It
lessens
a
woman
’
s
opinion
of
a
man
when
she
learns
that
his
admiration
is
so
pointedly
and
generously
distributed
.
She
sees
but
one
object
of
supreme
compliment
in
this
world
,
and
that
is
herself
.
If
a
man
is
to
succeed
with
many
women
,
he
must
be
all
in
all
to
each
.
In
her
own
apartments
Carrie
saw
things
which
were
lessons
in
the
same
school
.
In
the
same
house
with
her
lived
an
official
of
one
of
the
theatres
,
Mr
.
Frank
A
.
Hale
,
manager
of
the
Standard
,
and
his
wife
,
a
pleasing
-
looking
brunette
of
thirty
-
five
.
They
were
people
of
a
sort
very
common
in
America
to
-
day
,
who
live
respectably
from
hand
to
mouth
.
Hale
received
a
salary
of
forty
-
five
dollars
a
week
.
His
wife
,
quite
attractive
,
affected
the
feeling
of
youth
,
and
objected
to
that
sort
of
home
life
which
means
the
care
of
a
house
and
the
raising
of
a
family
.
Like
Drouet
and
Carrie
,
they
also
occupied
three
rooms
on
the
floor
above
.
Not
long
after
she
arrived
Mrs
.
Hale
established
social
relations
with
her
,
and
together
they
went
about
.
For
a
long
time
this
was
her
only
companionship
,
and
the
gossip
of
the
manager
’
s
wife
formed
the
medium
through
which
she
saw
the
world
.
Such
trivialities
,
such
praises
of
wealth
,
such
conventional
expression
of
morals
as
sifted
through
this
passive
creature
’
s
mind
,
fell
upon
Carrie
and
for
the
while
confused
her
.
On
the
other
hand
,
her
own
feelings
were
a
corrective
influence
.
The
constant
drag
to
something
better
was
not
to
be
denied
.
By
those
things
which
address
the
heart
was
she
steadily
recalled
.
In
the
apartments
across
the
hall
were
a
young
girl
and
her
mother
.
They
were
from
Evansville
,
Indiana
,
the
wife
and
daughter
of
a
railroad
treasurer
.
The
daughter
was
here
to
study
music
,
the
mother
to
keep
her
company
.
Carrie
did
not
make
their
acquaintance
,
but
she
saw
the
daughter
coming
in
and
going
out
.
A
few
times
she
had
seen
her
at
the
piano
in
the
parlour
,
and
not
infrequently
had
heard
her
play
.
This
young
woman
was
particularly
dressy
for
her
station
,
and
wore
a
jewelled
ring
or
two
which
flashed
upon
her
white
fingers
as
she
played
.
Now
Carrie
was
affected
by
music
.
Her
nervous
composition
responded
to
certain
strains
,
much
as
certain
strings
of
a
harp
vibrate
when
a
corresponding
key
of
a
piano
is
struck
.
She
was
delicately
moulded
in
sentiment
,
and
answered
with
vague
ruminations
to
certain
wistful
chords
.
They
awoke
longings
for
those
things
which
she
did
not
have
.
They
caused
her
to
cling
closer
to
things
she
possessed
.
One
short
song
the
young
lady
played
in
a
most
soulful
and
tender
mood
.
Carrie
heard
it
through
the
open
door
from
the
parlour
below
.
It
was
at
that
hour
between
afternoon
and
night
when
,
for
the
idle
,
the
wanderer
,
things
are
apt
to
take
on
a
wistful
aspect
.
The
mind
wanders
forth
on
far
journeys
and
returns
with
sheaves
of
withered
and
departed
joys
.
Carrie
sat
at
her
window
looking
out
.
Drouet
had
been
away
since
ten
in
the
morning
.
She
had
amused
herself
with
a
walk
,
a
book
by
Bertha
M
.
Clay
which
Drouet
had
left
there
,
though
she
did
not
wholly
enjoy
the
latter
,
and
by
changing
her
dress
for
the
evening
.
Now
she
sat
looking
out
across
the
park
as
wistful
and
depressed
as
the
nature
which
craves
variety
and
life
can
be
under
such
circumstances
.
As
she
contemplated
her
new
state
,
the
strain
from
the
parlour
below
stole
upward
.
With
it
her
thoughts
became
coloured
and
enmeshed
.
She
reverted
to
the
things
which
were
best
and
saddest
within
the
small
limit
of
her
experience
.
She
became
for
the
moment
a
repentant
.
While
she
was
in
this
mood
Drouet
came
in
,
bringing
with
him
an
entirely
different
atmosphere
.
It
was
dusk
and
Carrie
had
neglected
to
light
the
lamp
.
The
fire
in
the
grate
,
too
,
had
burned
low
.
“
Where
are
you
,
Cad
?
”
he
said
,
using
a
pet
name
he
had
given
her
.
