"Just as soon as he goes on the road again we will arrange something.

We'll fix it so that you won't have to deceive any one." Carrie imagined that he would marry her at once, though he had not directly said so, and her spirits rose.

She proposed to make the best of the situation until Drouet left again.
"Don't show any more interest in me than you ever have," Hurstwood counseled concerning the evening at the theatre.
"You mustn't look at me steadily then," she answered, mindful of the power of his eyes.
"I won't," he said, squeezing her hand at parting and giving the glance she had just cautioned against.
"There," she said playfully, pointing a finger at him.
"The show hasn't begun yet," he returned.
He watched her walk from him with tender solicitation.

Such youth and prettiness reacted upon him more subtly than wine.
At the theatre things passed as they had in Hurstwood's favor.

If he had been pleasing to Carrie before, how much more so was he now.