"I know I saw your husband," he went on. "I wasn't so sure aboutyou. Perhaps it was your daughter."。， After he had studied his paper a few moments longer, he felt thathe ought to modify matters in some way or other. Evidently hiswife was not going to patch up peace at a word. So he said:
There had been so much enthusiasm engendered that she wasbelieving herself deeply in love. She sighed as she thought ofher handsome adorer. Yes, she would get ready by Saturday. Shewould go, and they would be happy.。，
Carrie was dwelling in the atmosphere which this man created forher. Already she was enlivened and suffused with a glow. Shefelt his drawing toward her in every sound of his voice.。，
"No, you won't," said Carrie, who was coming to feel a certainfaint power to jest with the drummer.。， As she dressed with a flutter, in her little stage room, hearingthe voices outside, seeing Mr. Quincel hurrying here and there,noting Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Hoagland at their nervous work ofpreparation, seeing all the twenty members of the cast movingabout and worrying over what the result would be, she could nothelp thinking what a delight this would be if it would endure;how perfect a state, if she could only do well now, and then sometime get a place as a real actress. The thought had taken amighty hold upon her. It hummed in her ears as the melody of anold song.
，。， On the morrow, however, there was nothing in the papersconcerning the event, and, in view of the flow of common,everyday things about, it now lost a shade of the glow of theprevious evening. Drouet himself was not talking so much OF asFOR her. He felt instinctively that, for some reason or other,he needed reconstruction in her regard.
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