She did not move her eyes from the flat, open scene before her.

Hurstwood waited for a few moments, and then repeated the words.
"You must not say that," she said, weakly.
Her words were not convincing at all.

They were the result of a feeble thought that something ought to be said.

He paid no attention to them whatever.
"Carrie," he said, using her first name with sympathetic familiarity, "I want you to love me.

You don't know how much I need some one to waste a little affection on me.