。， It went this way on every occasion. Drouet did not leave hermuch alone. She had time for some lone wanderings, but mostly hefilled her hours with sight-seeing. At Carson, Pirie's he boughther a nice skirt and shirt waist. With his money she purchasedthe little necessaries of toilet, until at last she looked quiteanother maiden. The mirror convinced her of a few things whichshe had long believed. She was pretty, yes, indeed! How niceher hat set, and weren't her eyes pretty. She caught her littlered lip with her teeth and felt her first thrill of power.Drouet was so good.
。， Drouet had ability in this line himself when the game was worththe candle, but he was too much the egotist to reach the polishwhich Hurstwood possessed. He was too buoyant, too full of ruddylife, too assured. He succeeded with many who were not quiteschooled in the art of love. He failed dismally where the womanwas slightly experienced and possessed innate refinement. In thecase of Carrie he found a woman who was all of the latter, butnone of the former. He was lucky in the fact that opportunitytumbled into his lap, as it were. A few years later, with alittle more experience, the slightest tide of success, and he hadnot been able to approach Carrie at all.
。， There was something delicate and lonely in her voice, but hecould not hear it. He had not the poetry in him that would seeka woman out under such circumstances and console her for thetragedy of life. Instead, he struck a match and lighted the gas.