The needle of understanding will yet point steadfast and unwavering to the distinct pole of truth.
In Carrie--as in how many of our worldlings do they not ?--instinct and reason, desire and understanding, were at war for the mastery.

She followed whither her craving led.

She was as yet more drawn than she drew.
When Minnie found the note next morning, after a night of mingled wonder and anxiety, which was not exactly touched by yearning, sorrow, or love, she exclaimed: "Well, what do you think of that ?" "What ?" said Hanson.
"Sister Carrie has gone to live somewhere else." Hanson jumped out of bed with more celerity than he usually displayed and looked at the note.

The only indication of his thoughts came in the form of a little clicking sound made by his tongue; the sound some people make when they wish to urge on a horse.
"Where do you suppose she's gone to ?" said Minnie, thoroughly aroused.
"I don't know," a touch of cynicism lighting his eye.

"Now she has gone and done it." Minnie moved her head in a puzzled way.
"Oh, oh," she said, "she doesn't know what she has done." "Well," said Hanson, after a while, sticking his hands out before him, "what can you do ?" Minnie's womanly nature was higher than this.