She was only partly sobered by the shock of meeting Virginia.
Virginia looked around again.

"Where does Mr.Gray live ?" she asked.
She knew that the evangelist boarded somewhere near the tent.

A number of voices gave the direction.
"Come, Loreen, I want you to go with me to Mr.Gray's," she said, still keeping her hold of the swaying, trembling creature who moaned and sobbed and now clung to her as firmly as before she had repulsed her.
So the two moved on through the Rectangle toward the evangelist's lodging place.

The sight seemed to impress the Rectangle seriously.
It never took itself seriously when it was drunk, but this was different.

The fact that one of the richest, most beautifully-dressed girls in all Raymond was taking care of one of the Rectangle's most noted characters, who reeled along under the influence of liquor, was a fact astounding enough to throw more or less dignity and importance about Loreen herself.