What Drouet said about the girl’s grace, as she tripped Out evening accompanied by her mother, caused Carrie To perceive the nature and value of those little moodish Ways which women adopt when they would presume to be Something.  She looked in the mirror and pursed up her Lips, accomplishing it with a little toss of the head, as the Had seen the railroad treasurer’s daughter do.  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.  He saw the new bow in her hair and the new way of arraying her locks which she affected one morning.

" You look fine that way, Cad,” he said.

" Do I?” she replied, sweetly.  It made her try for other effects that selfsame day.

She used her feet less heavily, a thing that was brought About by her attempting to imitate the treasurer’s daughter’s graceful carriage.  How much influence the presence Of that young women in the same house had upon her it Would be difficult to say.  But, because of all these things When Hurstwood called he had found a young women Who was much more than the Carrie to whom Drouet had First spoken.  The primary defects of dress and manner Had passed.  She was pretty, graceful, rich in the timidity Born of uncertainty, and with a something childlike in her Large eyes which captured the fancy of this starched and conventional poser among men.  It was the ancient attraction of the fresh for the stale.  If there was a touch of appreciation left in him for the bloom and unsophistication which is the charm of youth, it rekindled now.  He looked into her pretty face and felt the subtle waves of young life radiating therefrom.  In that large clear eye he could see nothing that his blasé nature could understand as guile.  The little vanity, if he could have perceived it there, would have touched him as a pleasant thing.

" I wonder,” he said as he rode away in his cab, " how Drouet came to win her.”  He gave her credit for feelings superior to Drouet at The first glance.

The cab plopped ailing along between the far-receding lines of gas lamps on either hand.  He folded his gloved hands and saw only the lighted chamber and Carrie’s face.  He was pondering over the delight of youthful beauty.

" I’ll have a bouquet for her,” he though. " Drouet won’t mind.”

He never for a moment concealed the fact of her attraction for himself.  He troubled himself not at all about Drouet’s priority.  He was merely floating those gossamer threads of thought which, like the spider’s he Hoped would lay hold somewhere.  He did not know, he could not guess, what the result would be.