He talked in the same general way as if they were out in the street.

Carrie left her things.
"Now," said Drouet, "why don't you move to-night ?" "Oh, I can't," said Carrie.
"Why not ?" "I don't want to leave them so." He took that up as they walked along the avenue.

It was a warm afternoon.

The sun had come out and the wind had died down.

As he talked with Carrie, he secured an accurate detail of the atmosphere of the flat.
"Come out of it," he said, "they won't care.