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Drouet had taken three rooms, furnished, in Ogden Place, facing Union Park, on the West Side. That was a little, green-carpeted breathing spot than which, to-day, there is nothing more beautiful in Chicago. It afforded a vista pleasant to contemplate. The best room looked out upon the lawn of the park, now sear and brown, where a little lake lay sheltered.
She had no particular regard for Carrie, whom she took to be cold and disagreeable. At the same time, she had a fancy for the merry and easy-mannered Drouet, who threw her a pleasant remark now and then, and in other ways extended her the evidence of that regard which he had for all members of the sex. Hurstwood was more reserved and critical in his manner.
He ought not to think I'm knocking around, since Have just introduced him out there," though Drouet. " I saw you," Hurstwood said, genially, the next time. Drouet drifted in to his polished resort, from which he Could not stay away. He raised his forefinger indicatively, as parents do to children.
I can't remember now for the life of me." "Well, I don't know," said Carrie, when he had concluded, her interest and desire to shine dramatically struggling with her timidity for the mastery. "I might go if you thought I'd do all right." "Of course, you'll do," said Drouet, who, in his efforts to enthuse Carrie, had interested himself.
"Been home yet?" finally asked Hurstwood. "No, I am going, though," said Drouet. "I remembered the little girl out there," said Hurstwood, "and called once. Thought you wouldn't want her left quite alone." "Right you are," agreed Drouet. "How is she?" "Very well," said Hurstwood. "Rather anxious about you though. You'd better go out now and cheer her up." "I will," said Drouet, smilingly.
Nevertheless, the fact that here men gather, here chatter, here love to pass and rub elbows, must be explained upon some grounds. It must be that a strange bundle of passions and vague desires give rise to such a curious social institution or it would not be. Drouet, for one, was lured as much by his longing for pleasure as by his desire to shine among his betters.
He stared at her in the most flagrant manner until at last she said: "What makes you stare at me so? What's the matter?" "Nothing," he answered. "I was just thinking." "Just thinking what?" she returned smilingly, puzzled by his attitude. "Oh, nothing nothing much." "Well, then, what makes you look so?" Drouet was standing by the dresser, gazing at her in a comic manner.
He could scarcely pull himself down to the level where he would have to congratulate Carrie as a friend. Nevertheless, the man mastered himself, and it was a triumph. He almost jerked the old subtle light to his eyes. "I thought," he said, looking at Carrie, "I would come around and tell you how well you did, Mrs. Drouet. It was delightful." Carrie took the cue, and replied: "Oh, thank you."
She looked into her glass and saw a prettier Carrie than she had seen before; she looked into her mind, a mirror prepared of her own and the world's opinions, and saw a worse. Between these two images she wavered, hesitating which to believe. "My, but you're a little beauty," Drouet was wont to exclaim to her. She would look at him with large, pleased eyes.
Spies had brought news that ten thousand men, under General Drouet, had marched for Salamanca; and that reports were current in the French camp that a very large force had crossed the frontier, at the northeastern corner of Portugal, with the evident design of recovering the north of Leon, and of cutting the main line of communication with France.
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