He bought her a purse for one thing, and a pair of gloves for another, and let her buy the stockings.
"To-morrow," he said, "you come down here and buy yourself a skirt." In all of Carrie's actions there was a touch of misgiving.

The deeper she sank into the entanglement, the more she imagined that the thing hung upon the few remaining things she had not done.

Since she had not done these, there was a way out.
Drouet knew a place in Wabash Avenue where there were rooms.

He showed Carrie the outside of these, and said: "Now, you're my sister." He carried the arrangement off with an easy hand when it came to the selection, looking around, criticising, opining.

"Her trunk will be here in a day or so," he observed to the landlady, who was very pleased.
When they were alone, Drouet did not change in the least.