Carrie, on the other hand, had the blood of youth and some imagination.

Her day of love and the mysteries of courtship were still ahead.

She could think of things she would like to do, of clothes she would like to wear, and of places she would like to visit.

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.