He loved the thing that women love in themselves, grace.

At this, their own shrine, he knelt with them, an ardent devotee.
"Did you see that woman who went by just now ?" he said to Carrie on the first day they took a walk together.

"Fine stepper, wasn't she ?" Carrie looked, and observed the grace commended.
"Yes, she is," she returned, cheerfully, a little suggestion of possible defect in herself awakening in her mind.

If that was so fine, she must look at it more closely.

Instinctively, she felt a desire to imitate it.
Surely she could do that too.
When one of her mind sees many things emphasized and re-emphasized and admired, she gathers the logic of it and applies accordingly.