"I'll marry you all right." Carrie looked at him and felt justified.

She was looking for something which would calm her conscience, and here it was, a light, airy disregard of her claims upon his justice.

He had faithfully promised to marry her, and this was the way he fulfilled his promise.
"Say," he said, after he had, as he thought, pleasantly disposed of the marriage question, "I saw Hurstwood to-day, and he wants us to go to the theatre with him." Carrie started at the name, but recovered quickly enough to avoid notice.
"When ?" she asked, with assumed indifference.
"Wednesday.

We'll go, won't we ?" "If you think so," she answered, her manner being so enforcedly reserved as to almost excite suspicion.

Drouet noticed something but he thought it was due to her feelings concerning their talk about marriage.