She hardly explained to herself why this latest invitation appealed to her most.
"Shall I wear my hair as I did yesterday ?" she asked, as she came out with several articles of apparel pending.
"Sure," he returned, pleasantly.
She was relieved to see that he felt nothing.

She did not credit her willingness to go to any fascination Hurstwood held for her.

It seemed that the combination of Hurstwood, Drouet, and herself was more agreeable than anything else that had been suggested.

She arrayed herself most carefully and they started off, extending excuses upstairs.
"I say," said Hurstwood, as they came up the theatre lobby, "we are exceedingly charming this evening." Carrie fluttered under his approving glance.
"Now, then," he said, leading the way up the foyer into the theatre.
If ever there was dressiness it was here.

It was the personification of the old term spick and span.
"Did you ever see Jefferson ?" he questioned, as he leaned toward Carrie in the box.
"I never did," she returned.
"He's delightful, delightful," he went on, giving the commonplace rendition of approval which such men know.