If she had, she would have been more consciously distressed.

Now the lunch went off with considerable warmth.

Under the influence of the varied occurrences, the fine, invisible passion which was emanating from Drouet, the food, the still unusual luxury, she relaxed and heard with open ears.

She was again the victim of the city's hypnotic influence.
"Well," said Drouet at last, "we had better be going." They had been dawdling over the dishes, and their eyes had frequently met.

Carrie could not help but feel the vibration of force which followed, which, indeed, was his gaze.