"Why are you going home ?" he asked.
"Oh, I can't get anything here." "They won't keep you ?" he remarked, intuitively.
"They can't," said Carrie.
"I'll tell you what you do," he said.

"You come with me.

I'll take care of you." Carrie heard this passively.

The peculiar state which she was in made it sound like the welcome breath of an open door.

Drouet seemed of her own spirit and pleasing.