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Even then, he would have been able to pull it off but for the fact that Vantine's death and that of Drouet had called our attention to the cabinet; we followed him, and the incidents of this afternoon ensued." "And he accomplished all this by means of a confederate in the employ of the Armands?" "No doubt of it.
She really did not see anything clearer than before, but she was getting into that frame of mind where, out of sympathy, a woman yields. Hurstwood did not understand. He was wondering how she was to be persuaded what appeal would move her to forsake Drouet. He began to wonder how far her affection for him would carry her. He was thinking of some question which would make her tell.
These were the things upon which her mind ran, and it was like meeting with opposition at every turn to find no one here to call forth or respond to her feelings. She had forgotten, in considering and explaining the result of her day, that Drouet might come. Now, when she saw how unreceptive these two people were, she hoped he would not.
The cabby beat his horse into a sort of imitation gallop which was fairly fast, however. On the way Hurstwood thought what to do. Reaching the number, he hurried up the steps and did not spare the bell in waking the servant. "Is Mrs. Drouet in?" he asked. "Yes," said the astonished girl. "Tell her to dress and come to the door at once.
To-night he was particularly so, since his report to the company had been favourably commented upon, his new samples had been satisfactorily selected, and his trip marked out for the next six weeks. "Why, hello, Charlie, old man," said Hurstwood, as Drouet came in that evening about eight o'clock. "How goes it?" The room was crowded.
While he was thinking thus elatedly, he remembered that he wanted some clean linen in the morning. This he purchased, together with a half-dozen ties, and went to the Palmer House. As he entered he thought he saw Drouet ascending the stairs with a key. Surely not Drouet! Then he thought, perhaps they had changed their abode temporarily. He went straight up to the desk. "Is Mr.
"Wait a minute," said Drouet, holding her back in the showy foyer where ladies and gentlemen were moving in a social crush, skirts rustling, lace-covered heads nodding, white teeth showing through parted lips. "Let's see." "Sixty-seven," the coach-caller was saying, his voice lifted in a sort of euphonious cry. "Sixty-seven." "Isn't it fine?" said Carrie. "Great," said Drouet.
"I thought I told you," he added. "No, you didn't," she contradicted, suddenly recovering her voice. "You didn't do anything of the kind." Drouet listened to her in astonishment. This was something new. "I thought I did," he said. Carrie looked around her very solemnly, and then went over to the window.
She caught Up her skirts with an easy swing, for had not, Drouet remarked that in her and several others, and Carrie was Naturally imitative. She began to get the hang of those Little things which the pretty women who has vanity invariably adopts. In shorts, her knowledge of grace Doubled, and with her appearance changed. She became a girl of considerable taste. Drouet noticed this.
Just then a knock came at their door and the maidservant handed a letter in. "He says there's an answer expected," she explained. "It's from Hurstwood," said Drouet, noting the superscription as he tore it open. "You are to come down and see Joe Jefferson with me to-night," it ran in part. "It's my turn, as we agreed the other day. All other bets are off."
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