That spectacle pleased Carrie immensely.

The colour and grace of it caught her eye.

She had vain imaginings about place and power, about far-off lands and magnificent people.

When it was over, the clatter of coaches and the throng of fine ladies made her stare.
"Wait a minute," said Drouet, holding her back in the showy foyer where ladies and gentlemen were moving in a social crush, skirts rustling, lace-covered heads nodding, white teeth showing through parted lips.
"Let's see." "Sixty-seven," the coach-caller was saying, his voice lifted in a sort of euphonious cry.

"Sixty-seven." "Isn't it fine ?" said Carrie.
"Great," said Drouet.