Carrie, now that she had yielded sufficiently to Hurstwood toconfess her affection, no longer troubled about her attitudetowards him. Temporarily she gave little thought to Drouet,thinking only of the dignity and grace of her lover and of hisconsuming affection for her. On the first evening, she didlittle but go over the details of the afternoon. It was thefirst time her sympathies had ever been thoroughly aroused, andthey threw a new light on her character. She had some power ofinitiative, latent before, which now began to exert itself. Shelooked more practically upon her state and began to seeglimmerings of a way out. Hurstwood seemed a drag in thedirection of honour. Her feelings were exceedingly creditable,in that they constructed out of these recent developmentssomething which conquered freedom from dishonour. She had noidea what Hurstwood's next word would be. She only took hisaffection to be a fine thing, and appended better, more generousresults accordingly.。，
。， There was nothing bold in her manner. Life had not taught herdomination--superciliousness of grace, which is the lordly powerof some women. Her longing for consideration was notsufficiently powerful to move her to demand it. Even now shelacked self-assurance, but there was that in what she had alreadyexperienced which left her a little less than timid. She wantedpleasure, she wanted position, and yet she was confused as towhat these things might be. Every hour the kaleidoscope of humanaffairs threw a new lustre upon something, and therewith itbecame for her the desired--the all. Another shift of the box,and some other had become the beautiful, the perfect.