She began to see that her relations with Drouet would have to beabandoned. He could not come here. She read from the manner ofHanson, in the subdued air of Minnie, and, indeed, the wholeatmosphere of the flat, a settled opposition to anything save aconservative round of toil. If Hanson sat every evening in thefront room and read his paper, if he went to bed at nine, andMinnie a little later, what would they expect of her? She sawthat she would first need to get work and establish herself on apaying basis before she could think of having company of anysort. Her little flirtation with Drouet seemed now anextraordinary thing.。， He chatted on at a great rate, asking questions, explainingthings about himself, telling her what a good restaurant it was,until the waiter returned with an immense tray, bearing the hotsavoury dishes which had been ordered. Drouet fairly shone inthe matter of serving. He appeared to great advantage behind thewhite napery and silver platters of the table and displaying hisarms with a knife and fork. As he cut the meat his rings almostspoke. His new suit creaked as he stretched to reach the plates,break the bread, and pour the coffee. He helped Carrie to arousing plateful and contributed the warmth of his spirit to herbody until she was a new girl. He was a splendid fellow in thetrue popular understanding of the term, and captivated Carriecompletely.
。， At Rector's, Drouet had met Mr. G. W. Hurstwood, manager ofFitzgerald and Moy's. He had been pointed out as a verysuccessful and well-known man about town. Hurstwood looked thepart, for, besides being slightly under forty, he had a good,stout constitution, an active manner, and a solid, substantialair, which was composed in part of his fine clothes, his cleanlinen, his jewels, and, above all, his own sense of hisimportance. Drouet immediately conceived a notion of him asbeing some one worth knowing, and was glad not only to meet him,but to visit the Adams Street bar thereafter whenever he wanted adrink or a cigar.
She suited action to word, fastened the piece of leather, whichwas eventually to form the right half of the upper of a man'sshoe, by little adjustable clamps, and pushed a small steel rodat the side of the machine. The latter jumped to the task ofpunching, with sharp, snapping clicks, cutting circular bits ofleather out of the side of the upper, leaving the holes whichwere to hold the laces. After observing a few times, the girllet her work at it alone. Seeing that it was fairly well done,she went away.。， Carrie, however, was not to be reduced to the common level ofobservation which prevailed in the flat.
Drouet did not call that evening. After receiving the letter, hehad laid aside all thought of Carrie for the time being and wasfloating around having what he considered a gay time. On thisparticular evening he dined at "Rector's," a restaurant of somelocal fame, which occupied a basement at Clark and MonroeStreets. There--after he visited the resort of Fitzgerald andMoy's in Adams Street, opposite the imposing Federal Building.There he leaned over the splendid bar and swallowed a glass ofplain whiskey and purchased a couple of cigars, one of which helighted. This to him represented in part high life--a fairsample of what the whole must be. Drouet was not a drinker inexcess. He was not a moneyed man. He only craved the best, ashis mind conceived it, and such doings seemed to him a part ofthe best. Rector's, with its polished marble walls and floor,its profusion of lights, its show of china and silverware, and,above all, its reputation as a resort for actors and professionalmen, seemed to him the proper place for a successful man to go.He loved fine clothes, good eating, and particularly the companyand acquaintanceship of successful men. When dining, it was asource of keen satisfaction to him to know that Joseph Jeffersonwas wont to come to this same place, or that Henry E. Dixie, awell-known performer of the day, was then only a few tables off.At Rector's he could always obtain this satisfaction, for thereone could encounter politicians, brokers, actors, some rich young"rounders" of the town, all eating and drinking amid a buzz ofpopular commonplace conversation.。，