。， He plunged his face in a basin of water, and puffed and blew ashe rubbed his neck and ears with his hands, while Carrie gazedupon him with mingled thoughts of recollection and presentjudgment. He was still wiping his face, when he continued:
"Of course, you'll do," said Drouet, who, in his efforts toenthuse Carrie, had interested himself. "Do you think I'd comehome here and urge you to do something that I didn't think youwould make a success of? You can act all right. It'll be goodfor you."。，
"You think," he said, "I am happy; that I ought not to complain?If you were to meet all day with people who care absolutelynothing about you, if you went day after day to a place wherethere was nothing but show and indifference, if there was not oneperson in all those you knew to whom you could appeal forsympathy or talk to with pleasure, perhaps you would be unhappytoo.。， When Drouet was gone, she sat down in her rocking-chair by thewindow to think about it. As usual, imagination exaggerated thepossibilities for her. It was as if he had put fifty cents inher hand and she had exercised the thoughts of a thousanddollars. She saw herself in a score of pathetic situations inwhich she assumed a tremulous voice and suffering manner. Hermind delighted itself with scenes of luxury and refinement,situations in which she was the cynosure of all eyes, the arbiterof all fates. As she rocked to and fro she felt the tensity ofwoe in abandonment, the magnificence of wrath after deception,the languour of sorrow after defeat. Thoughts of all thecharming women she had seen in plays--every fancy, every illusionwhich she had concerning the stage--now came back as a returningtide after the ebb. She built up feelings and a determinationwhich the occasion did not warrant.