He went merrily on, assured that he was alluring all, that affection followed tenderly in his wake, that things would endure unchangingly for his pleasure.

When he missed some old face, or found some door finally shut to him, it did not grieve him deeply.

He was too young, too successful.
He would remain thus young in spirit until he was dead.
As for Hurstwood, he was alive with thoughts and feelings concerning Carrie.

He had no definite plans regarding her, but he was determined to make her confess an affection for him.

He thought he saw in her drooping eye, her unstable glance, her wavering manner, the symptoms of a budding passion.