It seemed that that combination of Hurstwood, Drouet, and herself was more agreeable Than anything else that had been suggested.

She arrayed Herself most carefully and they started off, extending Excuses upstairs.
"I say." Said Hurstwood as, they came up the theatre lobby, "we are exceeding charming this evening." Carrie fluttered under his approving glance.
"Now, then," he said, leading the way up the foyer into the theater.
If ever there was dressiness it was here.

It was the personification of the old term spick and span.
"Did you ever see Jefferson ?" he questioned, as he leaned toward Carrie in the box.
"I never did," she returned.
"He's delightful, delightful," he went on giving the commonplace rendition of approval which such men know.

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

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