。， Drouet knew a place in Wabash Avenue where there were rooms. Heshowed Carrie the outside of these, and said: "Now, you're mysister." He carried the arrangement off with an easy hand when itcame to the selection, looking around, criticising, opining."Her trunk will be here in a day or so," he observed to thelandlady, who was very pleased.
Carrie heard this passively. The peculiar state which she was inmade it sound like the welcome breath of an open door. Drouetseemed of her own spirit and pleasing. He was clean, handsome,well-dressed, and sympathetic. His voice was the voice of afriend.。， "Certainly," said Drouet. "Eh, Carrie?"
When Hurstwood called, she met a man who was more clever thanDrouet in a hundred ways. He paid that peculiar deference towomen which every member of the sex appreciates. He was notoverawed, he was not overbold. His great charm wasattentiveness. Schooled in winning those birds of fine featheramong his own sex, the merchants and professionals who visitedhis resort, he could use even greater tact when endeavouring toprove agreeable to some one who charmed him. In a pretty womanof any refinement of feeling whatsoever he found his greatestincentive. He was mild, placid, assured, giving the impressionthat he wished to be of service only--to do something which wouldmake the lady more pleased.。，
Carrie reached home in high good spirits, which she couldscarcely conceal. The possession of the money involved a numberof points which perplexed her seriously. How should she buy anyclothes when Minnie knew that she had no money? She had nosooner entered the flat than this point was settled for her. Itcould not be done. She could think of no way of explaining.。，
"All right," she replied, but he could see that she was thinkingthat it was a curious thing. Before he went she asked him a fewmore questions, and that irritated him. He began to feel thatshe was a disagreeable attachment.。， Hurstwood felt some of this in her nature, though he did notactually perceive it. He dwelt with her in peace and somesatisfaction. He did not fear her in the least--there was nocause for it. She still took a faint pride in him, which wasaugmented by her desire to have her social integrity maintained.She was secretly somewhat pleased by the fact that much of herhusband's property was in her name, a precaution which Hurstwoodhad taken when his home interests were somewhat more alluringthan at present. His wife had not the slightest reason to feelthat anything would ever go amiss with their household, and yetthe shadows which run before gave her a thought of the good of itnow and then. She was in a position to become refractory withconsiderable advantage, and Hurstwood conducted himselfcircumspectly because he felt that he could not be sure ofanything once she became dissatisfied.
Drouet was just finishing a little incident he was relating, andhis face was expanding into a smile, when Hurstwood's eye caughthis own. The latter had come in with several friends, and,seeing Drouet and some woman, not Carrie, drew his ownconclusion.。，
， "We are coming down town this afternoon," she remarked, a fewdays later. "I want you to come over to Kinsley's and meet Mr.Phillips and his wife. They're stopping at the Tremont, andwe're going to show them around a little."。，