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 to the selection looking around, criticizing, opining.

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

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.