and pleasures.  He had been here and there, he had seen this and that.  Somehow he made Carrie wish to see similar things, and all the while kept her aware of himself.  She could not shut out the consciousness of his individuality and presence for a moment.  He would raise his eyes slowly in smiling emphasis of something, and she was fixed by their magnetism.  He would draw out, with the easiest grace, her approval.  Once he touched her hand for emphasis and she only smiled.  He seemed to radiate an atmosphere which suffused her being.  He was never dull for a minute, and seemed to make her clever.  At least, she brightened under his influence until all her best side was exhibited.  She felt that she was more clever with him than with others.  At least, he seemed to find so much in her to applaud.  There was not the slightest touch of patronage.  Drouet was full of it.

There had been something so personal, so subtle, in each meeting between them, both when Drouet was present and when he was absent, that Carrie could not speak of it without feeling a sense of difficulty.  She was no talker.  She could never arrange her thoughts in fluent order.  It was always a matter of feeling with her, strong and deep.  Each time there had been no sentence of importance which she could relate, and as for the glances and sensations, what woman would reveal them?  Such things had never been between her and Drouet.  As a matter of fact, they could never be.  She had been dominated by distress and the enthusiastic forces of relief which Drouet represented at an opportune moment when she yielded to him.  Now she was persuaded by secret current feelings which Drouet had never understood.  Hurstwood’s glance was as effective as the spoken words of a lover, and more.  They called for no immediate decision, and could not be answered.

People in general attach too much importance to words.  They are under the illusion that talking effects great results.  As a matter of fact, words are, as a rule, the shallowest portion of all the argument.  They but dimly represent the great surging feelings and desires which lie behind.  When the distraction of the tongue is removed, the heart listens.

In this conversation she heard, instead of his words, the voices of the things which he represented.  How suave was the counsel of his appearance!  How feelingly did his superior state speak for itself!  The growing desire he felt for her lay upon her spirit as a gentle hand.  She did not need to tremble at all, because it was invisible; she did not need to worry over what other people would say—­what she herself would say—­because it had no tangibility.  She was being pleaded with, persuaded, led into denying old rights and assuming new ones, and yet there were no words to prove it.  Such conversation as was indulged in held the same relationship to the actual mental enactments of the twain that the low music of the orchestra does to the dramatic incident which it is used to cover.