She gave vent to her opinions in the kitchen where the cook was.

As a result, a hum of gossip was set going which moved about the house in that secret manner common to gossip.
Carrie, now that she had yielded sufficiently to Hurstwood to confess her affection, no longer troubled about her attitude towards him.
Temporarily she gave little thought to Drouet, thinking only of the dignity and grace of her lover and of his consuming affection for her.
On the first evening, she did little but go over the details of the afternoon.

It was the first time her sympathies had ever been thoroughly aroused, and they threw a new light on her character.

She had some power of initiative, latent before, which now began to exert itself.

She looked more practically upon her state and began to see glimmerings of a way out.