Out Wabash Avenue they strolled, Drouet still pouring forth his volume of small information.

He had Carrie's arm in his, and held it closely as he explained.

Once in a while, after some witticism, he would look down, and his eyes would meet hers.

At last they came to the steps, and Carrie stood up on the first one, her head now coming even with his own.

He took her hand and held it genially.