He sent Drouet after a programme, and then discoursed to Carrie concerning Jefferson as he had heard of him.

The former was pleased beyond expression, and was really hypnotised by the environment, the trappings of the box, the elegance of her companion.

Several times their eyes accidentally met, and then there poured into hers such a flood of feeling as she had never before experienced.

She could not for the moment explain it, for in the next glance or the next move of the hand there was seeming indifference, mingled only with the kindest attention.
Drouet shared in the conversation, but he was almost dull in comparison.
Hurstwood entertained them both, and now it was driven into Carrie's mind that here was the superior man.

She instinctively felt that he was stronger and higher, and yet withal so simple.